LeightonI can't believe I just said what I did. Telling him we can go home and he can blow his load inside of me. I've never been so brazen before, never let this part of my personality out to play. The things this man does to me should be illegal in all fifty states and the damn District of Columbia."Should we have gone in and said goodbye to everyone?" I ask as we drive along the backroads toward our home.He sets the cruise, then braces his feet on the floorboard of the truck, lifting up as he pulls at the crotch of his jeans. He groans when I suspect he gets a little breathing room in the tightness of the fabric. "Trust me, the way we were all over each other in there, I'm pretty sure they understand where we've gone and why.""Were we that bad?" I ask, embarrassed with the way I acted in public, behind a bar. I've never been that out of control before, never had a man make me feel the way he made me feel in those crazy moments of abandon. I can't even blame it on the alc
HavocFrustration eats at me hardcore, especially after the many close calls Leighton and I have had. Namely last night. I groan loudly – I can still feel her heat on the tip of my dick – the wetness coating it as I almost slipped inside her. Fucking Ace. I could have killed him, could still kill him, for interrupting that moment. I woke up with her on my mind, wanting to pick up where we left off, but realized she had to work today when I found her side of the bed empty. Since then, I've been in a foul mood, ready to rip my skin off my muscle.I almost went to work today, even though it's my day off, just to give me something to do. Maybe arrest a few people and get rid of this irritation and frustration riding high in me, tensing my body. I don't have that release today though, haven't had that sexual release in almost two years. Remembering the way she trembled in my arms, how she arched for my touch, how she moaned when my mouth connected with the tightness of her nipple has me
HavocIt's unusual for most of us to have the night off together, but the scheduling gods have shined down and the five of us sit at a table, each nursing our own beers. Laurel Springs has one bar, Hooligan's, and I think all of us, except for Mason who didn't grow up here, have been kicked out once for underage drinking. It's nice to be back and not have to worry."How's Caleb? Had a chance to talk to the teacher?" It's important for me to know what's going on in my guys' lives, what could distract them from the job at hand. It's a dangerous one, and knowing what they're going through helps me, and talking about it can help them too."He's good," he chuckles. "I haven't heard much about the teacher, and I have a conference scheduled with her. There's one thing I do know, though he's half in love with your wife."I take a long drink off my bottle, grinning over the top at him. "I know.""Does she?""Oh hell no, she has no idea," I laugh along with him. "It's good though, if
LeightonI never realized how dark it is at night, especially out in the country, until I'm stuck in it. At my childhood home, I never went outside at night by myself. I wasn't one of those kids who liked to catch lightening bugs. The dark has always scared me. Usually when I'm at home with Holden, we're inside or we're outside together. I have to admit I'm spooked to be waiting on him. I can hear all the sounds of the wilderness and my imagination starts running wild. Nobody escaped from jail recently, did they? Or maybe there's some weird serial killer in the woods looking for their next victim."You're prime pickin' for them if they are, Leighton," I whisper as I turn the car back on, turn up the radio, and hope to drown out the sound of my own thoughts. Hoping like hell Sam Hunt can lure me into a sense of safety, I sing along to every song I know.I freeze when I see headlights in the distance. Glancing at the clock, I know Holden hasn't had time to make it over here, not un
LeightonI've struggled with doing this for months, not sure if I should, but scared of what happens to me as a person if I don't. It's been almost a year since Brooks was put behind bars. A year since I've seen the person I once considered my best friend. This has been heavy on my heart though since I saw my dad on the side of the road.I've missed him more than I can say. I don't miss the Brooks who hit Trevor, I miss the brother I know, the one no one else got to see. He was kind to me, even when he was an asshole to others. He supported me going to Birmingham, and there were nights we'd talk about what we'd do if we ever got away from our Dad. That's the Brooks I miss. When I see Trevor and Whitney together, I miss the relationship I had with him before everything went sour. Before my dad got hold of him and turned him into the person he is now."I'm here to see Brooks Strather," I say quietly to the person behind the sign in desk at the state penitentiary where my brother is
Havoc"You ready?" I yell through the house, hoping it makes Leighton hurry up. We were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago, but she wasn't sure what she wanted to wear. Luckily I'm not working today, so I don't necessarily have a time I actually need to be at the Founder's Festival, but I'd like to get there before all the carnival food is taken."Sorry." She runs into the living room, looking cute and sexy at the same time. "Do you think this will be fine?"She looks like any other twenty-something girl in the South on a hot summer day. Low-top Converse cover her feet, sans socks, a pair of cut-off blue-jean shorts encase the ass that I'm now well-acquainted with, and a tank top covers what looks like a bikini top on the upper-half of her body. The long hair I love to bury my face in is in some sort of intricate looking braid on her head. "I think I'm gonna have a hard time not looking at your body all day," I admit as I pull her into me, kissing her fully on the lips.The s
Havoc"You wanna go?" I ask Leighton as we eye the Ferris wheel. It's one of the few rides we're still allowed to have at the Festival. The sun is starting to set and there'll be a fireworks show once it gets dark enough. One of the perks of living in Small Town, USA. I can't wait to see her hair under the colored lights. Today has been an affirmation of how happy she's made me. This woman gets me, and I get her. Every day she makes my life better, in a big fucking way.She grins up at me hard, so hard I see the barest hint of a dimple in her right cheek. "If you do. Just know I'm kinda scared of heights, but if you go, I'll go."Her grin gets my stomach shaky. It's not the first time it's happened, but it's the first time I've truly admitted it. I put my arm around her neck and pull her in, feeling like I'm the luckiest guy in the world when she loops her arms around my waist and slides up next to me in line. I lean in, kissing her forehead, taking my sunglasses off so I can see
HavocI'm draggin' ass on this hot night. We were prepared for moonshine to move tonight, thanks to the tip from Leighton and some other intel we picked up. Spoiler alert, it didn't. Instead we sat in the woods, sweating our balls off. Nothing happened and the heat zapped us all. I hate when a plan doesn't come together, and it's not very often that mine don't. Failure for me is a hard pill to swallow.I park my truck in the driveway, grabbing my stuff as I groan. My shirt's wet, and my pants are rubbing against my legs in the most uncomfortable way. I want to get in the house, take a shower, and sleep with Leighton curled against me.We've been missing each other the past few nights. She's had a paper due, and I've obviously had work to do. I'm pissed that those nights I've spent away from her have been for nothing. Coming up empty-handed is not my idea of a damn good time.I've grabbed my stuff, and I'm fixing to head to the house when I happen to look at the garage and see t