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  Lenora liked all the updates I did on the house and even suggested where I should hang a few of her paintings. She said she's completed a couple of pieces but wants to show me all of them as a whole when she's finished. I can't wait to see what she has painted for me. She's so talented. I know hanging her paintings will make it feel more like home to me. Her just being there made it feel more like home.

  After showing her the updates on the farmhouse, we head out to a pizza joint. We have great conversation where we talk about our favorite music and movies. It's like we've known each other for ages. She invites me to her place after dinner.

  Lenora, Evie and I sit and play a card game on the coffee table.

  "I'm telling you, Lenora makes the best apple pie," I say proudly.

  Evie looks at me like I'm crazy and then gazes at her friend. "Lee, did you give him store bought pie?" Evie giggles through her cards.

  "No, of course not. It's my mother's recipe. She's a good baker. You know that." Lenora huffs at Evie as she shuffles the cards around in her hand.

  "Yeah, but I don't remember you baking much when we were roomies. Were you holding out on me?"

  Lenora shakes her head. "We didn't have money to buy all the ingredients for pie. We lived on ramen and Taco Bell remember?"

  "Girl, I would have saved up for some good homemade apple pie. I would have dipped into my shoe fund. I would have made it happen." Lenora and Evie laugh in unison.

  I love simple moments with her like this. She's relaxed and laughing. Evie is embarrassing her with tales from their college days. Evie seems more outgoing and rambunctious than Lenora. The contrast in personalities is interesting.

  "So, what's your story, Cowboy?" Evie cocks her head to the side. She makes me a bit nervous. Evie acts like I have a secret I'm not telling. She's intimidating, blunt and is currently giving me the stink eye.

  "What do you mean what's my story?"

  Evie crosses her arms across her chest. "Evie, leave him alone," Lenora pleads.

  "It's okay, Lenora. I'm an open book. What do you want to know, Evie?"

  Evie nods her head, and the rapid-fire questions commence.

  "Are you a player?" Her eyes narrow on me.

  "No, I'm a one-woman man, always have been." Without missing a beat, she's on to the next one. We go through a series of routine questions I expect to be asked by a father. Like, "What are your intentions? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you know when her curfew is?" Then Lenora and Evie go on a tangent about Lee not having a curfew. One thing is for sure, Evie would give Mariel the bulldozer a run for her money in the interrogating department.

  "Have you ever had an STD?"

  "Evie! I can't believe you asked that." Lenora's mouth drops open.

  "It's a legit question, Lee, if he's boinking you." Evie's eyes don't leave mine. I guess she's trying to find a tell if I'm lying. I set my cards down on the table.

  "No, I've never had an STD. Who uses the word boinking?” Evie smiles, satisfied with my response.

  "I do. You give as good as you get. You answered all my questions. I like you. That'll do, pig."

  "Did you just quote Babe to me?"

  Evie's arms raise up like she's worshipping at an altar. Cards fly everywhere. "Marry him, Lenora. He's watched Babe!" Lenora and Evie giggle hysterically and roll around on the floor. This must be how girl's sleepovers are. They talk about some weird shit.

  Lenora twists her hair up in a messy bun. Her lipstick has worn off from the evening. She's a natural beauty. I love this stripped-down version of her. She's still wearing that sexy red dress, and I'm losing this card game because I keep looking at her hot as fuck legs.

  After losing game after game, I'm done playing. Evie gets up to retire to her room. She turns around suddenly and glares at me.

  "If you break her heart, I'll break your dick. Capiche?" I just nod. She gives me the sweetest smile and saunters to her room. I guess I passed the best friend test? I like Evie. She's a loyal, good friend to Lenora. But I wouldn't let her anywhere near my dick.

  Lenora bounces up and down on the couch from winning the last game. All I can do is smile at this amazing woman in front of me that miraculously wants to spend time with me. I lean over toward her for a kiss. Lenora’s been driving me crazy all night with her little dress and giggling. I love seeing her happy. It’s the biggest turn-on. I can also tell by the way she’s looking at me that she’s horny as fuck. I think it helps she’s had a few glasses of wine. Tipsy Lenora is cute. She abruptly stops bobbing and grabs my face before I can reach her lips. Lenora licks my top lip. Fuck. Winning must turn her on. If so, I'm going to let her win everything.

  I’m trying to be quiet so Evie doesn’t hear us but Lenora is ravenous. We go at each other like starved lovers. Our tongues mingling hastily. The room fills with our breathing and kissing sounds. It's such a turn on. I reach to bring her closer to me and crush her breasts against my chest. She straddles my legs and starts to rub her core against me. Her hand's stroke down my chest. Holding her feels so right. My hands slowly move up her hips under her red dress. This fucking red dress that’s been making it impossible to calm down my dick all evening. I grip on to her silky panties as I control her gyrations. She’s the wild one tonight. I’m the one who’s struggling to control her. She’s making it difficult for me not to just pin her to the floor and fuck her brains out. We're still making out like teenagers, and all I can see, feel, hear and breathe is her.

  Lenora unlatches my belt and zips down my jeans. I lean my head back against the back of the couch. I inhale as she slides her hand inside my boxers. She has no qualms about doing this in the middle of her living room. I don’t know if she’s an exhibitionist, or she’s so tipsy it hasn’t occurred to her. Either way, I’m turned on. Everything that Lenora does turns me on. My hips jerk up involuntarily while she strokes my cock, I grunt.

  Lenora leans down to my ear and whispers, "I want to feel you. I want you to feel how wet I am for you." Holy shit. Before I know it, Lenora shoves her panties aside and rubs my cock against her wet folds. It feels so fucking good. I grit my teeth and grip tighter on her hips. I want to be inside her so bad right now.

  "Are you on the pill, honey?" I whisper.

  "Yes," she sighs. Without a second thought, I take hold of my dick and thrust deeply into her pussy. We both groan in unison. That action gets Lenora going. She grips on my shoulders and starts to dominate me like a bull rider. I unzip her dress in the back and peel it down, exposing her gorgeous breasts. No bra. I'm a happy boy. I lick all over her nipples and hold on to her ribs, trying to support her bucks against me. Her body is so soft against mine. This girl is seeping into my soul. I know she's close when her hands move down to latch on to my arms. Her breathing comes out in short bursts. I'm just trying to hold it together.

  "Hunter," she moans. Baseball, baseball, third base rounding home. Holy fuck. It feels good. I scrunch my eyes trying to keep my orgasm at bay. Her body starts to slow. Her body stops bucking and begins to roll. Lee's eyes close. Her head falls back. She’s coming.

  "Oh. My. God. Yes. Hunter. Don't stop." I kick it into high gear and start pumping in and out of her. Lee clenches around me. Her nails scratch my arms, and she lets out a sensual wail. My sex goddess pushes me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a Mack truck. I grab her ass while I rock into her a few more times pushing my seed into her heat.

  "Fuuuuck." I want to take this girl bare from now on. Her pussy is perfect.

  We're both panting and sweaty. Every time it feels extraordinary. My cock was made to pound this pussy. My heartbeat starts to even out. I can finally breathe normally. I brush my hand against Lenora's cheek and move her hair out of her face. I’m falling hard for this beautiful angel. I grab her neck and bring her to my lips. "I want you to be mine," I mumble against her mouth. I stare into her green eyes. "Can I call you my girlfriend?"

  She smiles and bites her bottom lip and looks down at my chest. She’s adorable. I lift her chin with my
fingers and angle my head down so I can look at her face.

  Lenora gives me this drop dead gorgeous smile that takes my breath away. "Yes!" Her arms wrap around my neck. Her mouth moves against mine. Before I know it, we are devouring each other again. I can't get enough of this mouth. I stand up and carry her to the bedroom, hoping we didn't make too much noise.

  My eyes flutter open. The sheets are tangled and twisted around me. My back and hip are shrouded in his heat. I wiggle my body to check if Hunter is asleep. His hand resting on my hip tightens. I sigh. I'm happy as a clam and so is my clam. I giggle to myself. I was wild. I don’t know what came over me. I couldn’t keep my hands off Hunter. When he told me he wanted me to be his girlfriend it made me feel I wasn’t the only one experiencing this electricity between us. It was the most spectacular night of my life.

  We couldn't get enough. Our thirst couldn't be quenched. Our bodies finally gave out, and sleep took us. Flashes of our love making run through my mind as I lie next to him.

  His body on top of mine rocking gently into me. Me begging him for more. "I still want you," I whispered. "You have me, sweetheart." Then he kissed me deeply. In the shower, he washed my body and I washed him. It was the most intimate I’ve been with anyone. I lost my mind a dozen times last night. I smile when I feel him kiss my back.

  "Mmmmm. You smell like sex and honey." His groggy voice makes me clench my legs tighter together.

  I turn over and get a good look at his muscular upper body. My hands instantly stroke up and down his chest. This feels comfortable. This feels like an “us.” His arms wrap around me and pull me close. Hunter’s eyes are closed, but he has a smirk on his face.

  "You're going to kill me, woman," he mumbles in my ear. I giggle into his chest. "I don't think I can move. Unless you get on top." Hunter gives me the most glorious smile. I can't refuse. I push his chest down and climb on top straddling his hips. Hunter's eyes open. They're light blue in the morning. Wow. I rub myself against his already hard shaft, coating it in my heat. His mouth has opened, and his hands grip my hips as I slowly rub against his cock.

  We both moan and my body stills. I'm watching Hunter's reaction, and all I can think of is how much I love him. I love the looks he gives me, the way he smiles at me. The way he makes me feel. The endless amount of encouraging words he has for me. How his body worships mine. All I want to do is worship him right back, show him how much he means to me.

  I slide him inside me and rock back and forth on top of his firm body. This feels so good bare. I grab one of his hands and place it on my breast. Hunter lets out a hiss which makes me shiver. We just watch each other come undone. My mouth is open in ecstasy, and he's biting down on his lip. My feelings are intense for Hunter. It's as if our bodies know the secret that we don't wish to admit yet.

  My orgasm tears through me which sets Hunter's off. His hips are jerking uncontrollably as his hands squeeze tightly on my hips. With every last pump, he grunts.

  "Fuck, Lenora," he pants. I collapse on his pecks and breathe him in. Yup, I'm in love with him. I can sense when he's near. I feel something missing when he's away. I need to touch him all the time. I want to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner with him. I want him in my bed always to wake up next to.

  God, I need to slow this down. I'm getting in too deep. He probably doesn't feel this yet. He's probably thinking about food and what he needs to get done on his house. I'm also hoping he's thinking about how great the sex is, because that was sextastic. I never get tired of him being inside me or giving me pleasure. I only want him.

  "I'm fucking hungry. Do you have any bacon?" Hunter asks.

  Yup, not thinking about feelings or what we just did, which was make love. Or at least, that's what I did. I sigh and move off him wrapping my body in my robe. I keep my head down and tie it around my waist.

  "Yes, of course." I make my way out of my bedroom, trying not to get emotional about my feelings for him. No guy is going to talk about his feelings after having sex. Ugh! Stupid me. He's sated and satisfied. He hasn't a care in the world. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. Put on a smile like this is not effecting me. This is too soon.

  I make my way to the kitchen and set out the bacon. It was a pretty good idea of his. Bacon does hit the spot right about now. I look out the kitchen window and see Evie's car is gone. We've slept in most of the morning. I know she had to do a little shopping in town. I hope we didn't wake her up with all the noise we were making.

  Hunter saunters in with just his jeans on and leans his hip against the counter. I keep my eyes down and my mind on the task at hand.

  "What's up, Lenora?" He leans toward me.

  "We have bacon." I smile, trying to sound playful. He slides his arms around my waist and kisses me under my ear. The bacon is making that yummy crackling noise.

  He whispers, "No, that's not what I was referring to. Are you all right? You seem upset."

  Shit. I thought I was coming off as nonchalant and cool. I guess not. I nod my head.

  "I'm fine." I smile and remove the bacon from the stove. "Bacon is ready." He steps back and grips the counter behind him. Hunter watches as I divide the pieces of bacon on to two plates. I set the pan back on the stove and sit down at the table, waiting for him to do the same.

  Before I know it, he's bounding over and plants a big kiss on my lips. Hunter's hands grab my face and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. It's minty fresh. Did he use my toothbrush? He's attacking my mouth like he's making a point. I let out a high-pitched grunt and his ministrations slow. His lips move from mine as his grip lingers on my neck.

  "Don't tell me something is fine when it's not. Don't tell me what I want to hear. You give it to me straight. I'm a straight shooter, Lenora. You're pushing me away right now, and I don't like it. We just had sex like that, and you shut down. What's going on?"

  My mouth hangs open. I'm in shock. How did Hunter pick up all of that? I guess I wasn't the only one paying attention. Maybe he feels something too? I grab his face without thinking. I place his lips back on mine. This action riles him up enough to pick me up from my chair and brace me against the counter.

  "Where's Evie?" he mumbles against my lips.

  "Gone," I reply. Hunter grunts excitedly. Wow. He’s ready to go again. This feels like a dream.

  My hands go straight for his zipper and before I can say "Go," he's already inside me. My robe falls open. His eyes go wide as if he hasn't seen me naked all night. Hunter's arm wraps around my waist. His hand grabs my right leg and hitches it around his waist.

  "Tell me," he says while fucking me.

  My mind is all jumbled. I can't think of a coherent sentence. Hunter's pelvis keeps hitting against mine. I rub on the hair leading down to his cock. It's so sexy. I can't stop myself. What did he ask me?

  "Tell me," he repeats, pounding into me with hard strokes. I stare into his blue eyes. I feel myself on the edge of climax.

  "I think I'm falling in love with you," I belt out, as my orgasm hits me like a lightning bolt. It seems to go on and on, until I’m a quivering mess. I collapse on the counter. Fuck. I can't believe I just said that out loud. Hunter continues to fuck me. Both of his hands braced against the ledge. I can tell he's about to come undone. His brows knit in concentration. It turns me on when he’s demanding while thrusting into me.

  "Fuck," he growls as he comes down from his high. I sit up with him still inside me. We stare at each other. He's panting, but his breathing slowly begins evening out. He leans in to whisper in my ear. "I'm falling for you too, baby." He gives me the sweetest kiss on the lips. "I think you're my pin-up girl." I look at him bewildered. He pulls out and helps me down from the counter. That wasn't an I love you too.

  "What does that mean?" I close my robe back up, and he zips up his pants and sits at the table. I love how we can go right into a conversation after sex. This feels like a normal Saturday morning. I could get used to this. Hunter goes on to tell me the story of how his grandfather met his grandmother
on a pin-up calendar. He tracked her down and married her six weeks later. It's the sweetest story. "You think I'm your pin-up girl?" I smile at him.

  "Yes, I've never said that to another girl," he says directly. That's better than my weak "Falling in love with you." It means more to me than he could imagine. It sounds like forever to me. I'm all in. He's the first guy I've wanted to risk a broken heart for.

  Plus, a man that will wait to eat bacon to fuck me? Now, that's a man worth falling for. We finally eat our bacon and carry on our conversation as if nothing has changed, even though everything has.

  "Awww, that's so sweet. Hunter fucks you on the kitchen counter and tells you you're his pin-up girl? Marry him, marry him now." Evie stands across from me in the kitchen. "Tell me it wasn't this counter I'm currently leaning on." She moves away from the counter with a disgusted look on her face. I laugh at her. We both grab our cups of tea and sit at the table.

  Hunter left right after breakfast. It was moving day. Carlos was waiting for him at his apartment. Evie arrived shortly after, bringing in some groceries. I helped put them away and made us some sweet tea.

  "He's amazing, Evie."

  "That's wonderful, Lee. I'm glad you moved out here. I feel like everything is falling into place here for you." I nod my agreement. We both sigh and take a sip of our tea.

  "Now, we just need to find you a guy." I wink at her. She shakes her head at me. She's had it tough on the boyfriend front for a while. I think one of them might have hit her. She never said as much, but she went through a dark time. She wouldn't talk to me. It finally ended. I think she came out a bit stronger. She concentrated on building her design portfolio. Now, she's working for a firm. I'm so proud of her.

  I switch topics. "Do you need any help unpacking? I'm sorry I’ve been so distracted lately. We should have some girl time, celebrate you moving in with me properly."

  "Since I just brought my clothes with me and put all my furniture in storage, I'm already unpacked." She smiles triumphantly. Her type A personality doesn't let anything go for too long. I'm not surprised she's already moved in. "Celebrating sounds great. We could go into town, get our nails done. Make it a spa day. I saw this cute little salon on Main Street called Shear-Lock Combs."