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  "Eva!" I shouted.

  "Fuck me, Bax! Don't stop fucking me!"

  Jesus. How was I supposed to--

  Nope. Nope.

  I canceled out that thought before it had a chance to even finish in my own head.

  When the moment of my orgasm came, it was like unleashing everything within me. I came so hard I was dizzy, my vision tunneling, my body spasming. I was buried deep and grinding against the soft warm silk of her ass, trying to fuck deeper and deeper as I bellowed like a bear, both hands clawed into the meat of her ass, pulling those tan round cheeks apart so I could slide deeper, pounding and pounding and pounding, shaking her ass with each thrust, squeezing, jerking her where I wanted her: harder onto my cock.

  Finally, after an eternity of ecstasy, I could come no more, and my cock was going soft.

  I let go of Eva, and she collapsed forward onto her belly, gasping raggedly, and I let myself collapse onto her.

  "Holy...fucking...shit," I gasped, after a moment.

  She laughed. "Yeah, exactly." She blew out a breath, trying to get her breathing under control. "Holy fucking shit."

  "I love hearing you swear. Have I mentioned that?"

  "I only swear for you, Bax." She pushed against me with her butt. "Lift up a second."

  I immediately rolled off her, cursing. "Shit, I'm sorry, I'm probably crushing you."

  She flipped to her back and caught me before I could go very far. "No, I just...I mean yeah, you were crushing me, but I wanted you to crush me like this."

  She pulled at me, and I gingerly complied, lying down on top of her, front to front, following her guidance. She pressed my face into her pillowy breasts, and wrapped her arms around me, and I slid my arms to cradle her. I could hear her breathing, hear her heart beating.

  Long moments of incredible silence followed, in which I felt more comfortable and happy and sated and blissful than I could ever remember feeling.

  "Bax?" Her voice was querulous.

  "Yeah, babe."

  "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt." She giggled. "I came six times. I counted."

  "Six?" I laughed with her. "Six? Seriously?"

  She laughed, nodding. "Yeah, seriously. Six! I didn't know that was possible." She sounded more sober, then. "I feel like I owe you more orgasms, like I ripped you off."

  I let myself rest on her, my face pillowed in the most amazingly soft pair of breasts ever, my arms circled under her shoulders and neck, her fingers sliding through my hair.

  "No way, babe. I got the better deal. That was the most intense orgasm of my life. Every time you make me come, it's more intense than the last."

  "I still feel like I should give you one more, just to even it out a little."

  I laughed. "Well, I'm certainly not gonna stop you, if you feel that way about it."

  She giggled again. "I didn't figure you would." She pushed at my shoulder, and I rolled off her. "Go clean up and come back."

  I did so, and then came back and lay down on the bed beside her. "What did you have in mind?"

  She sat cross-legged beside me, and shrugged a shoulder, which did amazing things to her tits. "I dunno. Maybe just...like the first time I touched you? I enjoyed doing that."

  "Whatever you want, babe."

  And so she sat beside me, toying with my cock, fondling it. After a few minutes, when I finally started to feel her touch and respond to it, she met my eyes. "Am I...am I a freak? I mean, when you spanked me, it felt so good, and I--" she blushed, cutting off. "I just...it felt so amazing, and I wanted more."

  I shook my head. "No labels, babe. I don't believe in shit like that. You like what you like, and you never apologize for it to anyone." I met her gaze, putting heat and hardness in my voice. "You got me, Eva?"

  She nodded. "I got you." She stroked me, grinning. "I really liked it when you spanked me."

  "That does make you a dirty girl, though. Which, in my book, is a damn good thing."

  "I am a dirty girl." She stared at me as if coming to a decision. "I'm going to admit something to you now, something literally no one else knows."

  I met her stare steadily. "Okay. Any secret of yours is safe with me."

  "I know. That's why I'm telling you this." She sucked in a breath, broke the stare to watch her hand sliding up and down my shaft. "I watch porn. A lot. And I masturbate to it."

  I literally choked on my shock. "You watch...porn?"

  She nodded, cheeks flaming. "Yes. A lot of it. It's my dirty, shameful secret."

  I wanted to laugh, but didn't. "That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard, Eva, for real. I respected you and was attracted to you before, but now? Knowing you get off watching porn? Seriously. That's fuckin' awesome."

  "You really think so?"

  "You're not ashamed of it, are you?"

  She shrugged, and nodded. "Yes."

  "Well...don't be." I sucked in a breath as she used both hands to caress me, bringing me closer to the edge. "Be proud of it. What do you watch?"

  "All sorts. Blowjobs, anal, hardcore, all that stuff." She shrugged yet again. "It's so fake and so stupid, but I just...I can't stop. I can't get enough."

  "So when you had my phone?"

  She met my gaze, caressing the tip of my cock with her thumb. "I watched porn on it," she admitted. "I'd planned to just take a few pictures of myself for you to find later, but then I saw some of the nude pictures girls had sent you, and I wondered if you had porn, because I'm probably sort of an addict, honestly. And I found it."

  "So when you took half an hour to get dressed, you were...?"

  She nodded. "It only took me five minutes to actually change. The rest of the time I was naked, on my bed, watching porn, and I masturbated. I watched it and I thought of your cock, and I made myself come. And then I got dressed."

  "And you didn't tell me?" I faked outrage. "The hottest shit ever, and you keep it a secret till now?"

  "Why is that so hot?"

  I laughed. "I've always wished there was a girl out there who liked porn as much as me, but I figured that was a stupid idea."

  She had me groaning, now, each slow stroke, hand-over-hand, bringing me closer and closer. "I never thought I'd tell anyone. I thought I'd be too embarrassed."

  "Well, don't be embarrassed. It's not shameful. It's normal. You like what you like, and nobody gets any say in what you like or what you do, and nobody gets to tell you how to feel about what you like."

  "I'm going to try to adopt that mentality from now on."

  "You should. It's important. Your life is your business and no one else's." I growled. "I'm trying to be cool about this, but I'm so fuckin' close, Eva, you don't even know."

  "You're about to come?" she asked, and I nodded. "Don't hold back. Don't hold it."

  "I don't usually suggest this kind of thing, since I like to leave it up to the person to decide, but...you mentioned wanting to use your mouth." I exhaled as my hips began to flex out of my control. "This might be a good time to try that."

  "I might." She pumped at the base of my cock. "I've been thinking about it. I am curious."

  "Totally up to you."

  She met my eyes momentarily. "I know it is." She nodded. "Okay. I'm going to do it. Hold still, okay?"

  "Okay. I will, best I can."

  She wrapped both hands around me, angled my cock away from my body, and slowly leaned over me. Her tits brushed against me, and her hair tickled me, and then her lips were touching the crown of my dick.

  And holy shit that felt amazing. Soft, wet, silky warmth. Just a kiss, at first. Her hands stroked me, pumping steadily. I felt her tongue, circling around the tip, and then her lips wrapped around the crown, delving the tiniest bit lower, and she suckled, and then backed away, kissing it again. God, so innocent, so clueless, and so amazing. So perfect.

  I felt the orgasm bubbling up, and I buried my hands in her hair. "I'm about to come," I warned.

  Her eyes lifted to mine, and the sight of her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock was all it took, with her eyes on mine, wide and aroused and pleased and surprised. I focused on holding still and letting her do everything instead of thrusting like I wanted to. Fuck, her mouth was so wet, so warm, and all she was doing was mouthing and kissing the head while stroking the shaft, and it was so perfect.

  Heat blasted through me, and I couldn't hold it anymore. "I'm gonna come now, Eva." It hit me like a freight train, and I was helpless to stop it, her mouth sucking at me and her hands soft and slow as they caressed me root to tip, and then as I warned her she kissed the crown, making out with my cock, kissing it, licking with her tongue, bobbing just a little. "Now, Eva! Jesus fuck, I'm coming, god, I'm coming so hard--"

  She backed away as I came, and she stroked me slowly through my orgasm, watching as I shot my come up my belly. When I finally finished coming, she licked the last droplet of come off the tip, and then kissed the head again once more, softly, lovingly.

  Lifting up, she was a vision of erotic, sensual beauty. She had a drop of come sliding down the back of her hand, which she smeared away with her thumb, and then licked it clean.

  "Oh...wow," she giggled breathily, eyes gleaming with excitement. "I...I really liked doing that."

  "You did?"

  She nodded. "So much." She eyed me. "Maybe sometime you can teach me how to give a proper blowjob."

  "You want a teacher, babe, I eagerly volunteer for the position. But, just sayin', you don't need teaching. What you just did was...unlike anything I've ever felt, and it was literally, once again, the best thing I've ever felt in my whole fuckin' life."

  My phone rang, at that moment.

  "That's probably your fight," Eva said.

  And just like that, the moment was broken.

  8

  Evangeline

  * * *

  His phone rang twice, three times, and Baxter just sat on the bed, staring at it, a dark expression I couldn't read clouding his face.

  "Aren't you going to answer it?" I asked.

  He grumbled unintelligibly, a kind of wordless rumble of displeasure. "Don't wanna."

  His phone rang and rang, and then finally stopped, a few seconds later it dinged with a voicemail alert.

  I couldn't help a laugh at the petulance in his voice. "Don't you sort of have to? I mean, you agreed to the fight, so you can't back out now."

  "Yeah, but..." His eyes raked over my naked body, hungrily, appreciatively. "I got you here, alone, all to myself. Last thing I want now is to even talk to Moss, let alone head back into town to prep for a stupid fight."

  He slid off the bed and went to clean up, then came back.

  I felt thoughts and emotions, as yet unformed but still potent, bubbling up inside me as I watched him move across the cabin. "I don't want to leave here, either," I said when he sat back down on the bed.

  His gaze met mine. "I hear a 'but' in there," he said, echoing his own words from a few minutes ago.

  "But..." I shrugged, and forced the admission out. "But I also kind of want to watch you fight."

  He was stunned, his jaw dropping out. "You...what?"

  I ducked my head and wrapped a tendril of my hair around my index finger. "I want to watch you fight."

  "You want to watch me fight?"

  I frowned at him. "Is there an echo in here? What aren't you understanding, Baxter?"

  He shook his head. "You. Why would you want to watch that shit?"

  My stomach was twisting and my heart was thumping as I forced yet more truth out. "I...I just do. It's--" I sucked in a breath, and then kept going, my words coming out in a rush. "It was kind of hot. A little scary, and kind of gross, but also...hot. I mean, you. You were hot. I didn't even want to admit it to myself then, but I was turned on watching you fight."

  He just blinked at me. "You're for real, right now?"

  I nodded. "Yes, I am. Is that a problem for you?"

  He laughed. "Hell no! I'm just surprised is all. You...you have a way of constantly surprising me."

  I crawled off the bed, retrieved his phone, and handed it to him. "Call him back."

  Baxter sighed as he listened to the voicemail and then returned the call. "Fine." He put the phone to his ear. "Yo, Moss...a'ight, got it. Yeah, I know the place. See you in a few hours." He hung up and tossed the phone back on the pile of clothing. "Fight's at midnight in a clearing in the forest outside town a ways."

  "So you have until midnight?" I asked.

  He shook his head. "I gotta get there a little early, plus I have to do a warm-up workout and get a meal in, and it's a good thirty minutes from here to Ketchikan, and another thirty or so from Ketchikan to where the fight is." He reached for me. "But I've got another hour or so."

  I squealed as he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, laughing helplessly in anticipation and excitement. "So, Mr. Badd. Whatever shall we do for the next hour?"

  "I'm gonna eat your pussy again, is what I'm gonna do." He pushed my thighs apart and kissed up from my knee to my core. "And you're gonna scream as loud as you can, and then we're gonna fuck again. And then, maybe, we'll take a shower together and I'll fuck you in the shower." He flicked his tongue teasingly up my slit. "How's that sound to you, Miss du Maurier?"

  "It sounds like you need to talk less and lick more, is what it sounds like, Mr. Badd."

  He laughed as he buried his face against my core and brought me to a screaming, thrashing orgasm within a matter of minutes, and kept me writhing and screaming and grinding against his face for another orgasm, and a third, until I was trembling and limp and aching, and begging him to stop licking and start fucking.

  Which was what he did, sliding a condom on so fast I didn't even see him do it, gliding into me on the cusp of a fourth orgasm.

  But this time, instead of fucking me until we came, he stroked into me slowly, in lazy, measured thrusts, taking his time. I clung to him, explored the hard planes of muscle and the taut bubble of his butt and ran my fingers through his hair, and kissed him wherever I could reach, hooking my heels around the backs of his knees and letting him move with me as slowly as he wanted. Which was very, very slowly. Deliciously slowly. Achingly slowly. I lost track of time, losing myself in the wonderland of Baxter's cock filling me and stretching me and pleasing me over and over again.

  Eventually, he began to move more quickly, grunting heavily as he began to thrust in earnest, and I touched myself as he moved, brought myself to orgasm in synch with his, and he bellowed and I screamed and we writhed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, and he kissed me as he shuddered to the end of his climax, and I couldn't even scream as my own faded, too breathless, too lost in the bliss of our union.

  When he finally withdrew from me and discarded the condom, it was fully dark outside. He woke his phone and swore bitterly when he saw the time. "We gotta go, babe."

  I moaned in disappointment. "We do?"

  He nodded reluctantly. "That was a solid hour there, sweetheart. Gonna have to take a rain check on that shower sex."

  And so we cleaned up and finally got dressed, and then Baxter locked up the cabin and we climbed into his truck and drove back toward town. Parking in the alley behind the bar, Baxter hopped out and circled the hood to open my door for me, handing me down. It was then that I discovered something new: an intense soreness between my thighs, requiring me to move gingerly.

  Baxter noticed. "Sore, huh?"

  I blushed, nodding. "Very."

  "I suppose we might have overdone it a little, considering how long it's been for you." He frowned, massaging my lower back as we entered the bar through the kitchen door. "I'm sorry. I should have thought about that."

  I shook my head, smiling up at him. "Don't apologize. It's a good sore. Like after a hard workout." I rubbed my thighs together as Baxter paused in the kitchen to steal a cup of french fries from the basket hanging over the fryer. "It's a reminder of...us." I'd been about to say something more explicit, but Xavier bustled into the kitchen at that moment, requiring a last second change in word choice.

  Xavier growled as he saw Baxter raiding the fries. "Dude! I need those for an order!"

  Baxter just grinned. "Aw come on, buddy, it's just a few fries."

  "Which I need for an order that's supposed to go out, like now." With an irritated sigh, Xavier opened a freezer and pulled out a bag, tossing it to Baxter. "Well, drop another basket for me, at the very least." He grabbed a paper basket full of chicken tenders off the warming counter and handed them to him. "Might as well take these, you damn thief. I'll just have to drop a whole new order and tell 'em I fucked up."

  After dropping a new basket of fries into the grease, Baxter took the tenders and slapped Xavier on the back. "You're the best, bro. And anyway, they're drunk, so it's not like they'll even notice it took a few minutes longer than usual."

  I followed Baxter out of the kitchen and into the bar, which was an utter madhouse. People were packed in wall to wall, standing shoulder to shoulder, drinks held up out of the way, jostling to get to the bar to place orders, and dancing to the driving beat of a song being played by Canaan and Corin.

  I pressed my mouth to Baxter's ear. "Wow, it's crazy in here!"

  He laughed, twisting to speak directly into my ear. "Weekend at Badd's, baby. The boys are crushing it tonight."

  He led me to a booth near the door to the kitchen, in view of the service bar, where Lucian was pulling beers and mixing drinks with such efficient speed it boggled the mind. In the booth were Dru, Mara, and Claire, a spread of food in front of them and a bottle of whiskey. Mara, who was pregnant, was sipping sparkling water and munching on a celery stick, while the other two girls were downing a smorgasbord of fried food and sipping whiskey.

  He pressed a hand to my lower back, indicating the booth with the others. "I gotta prep for the fight. You cool hanging here with the girls for a bit?"

  "Sure, I'll be fine. Do your thing," I said, offering him a smile.

  He gave my backside a squeeze and winked at me. "I'll grab you when it's time to go. You need anything or want anything, just ask. It's on the house."

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