𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔞𝔴𝔫

Now that you were 23, you no longer needed to go only when your mom went; they welcomed you as if you were family, and you used to spend the afternoons at their house.

Pearl always loved you, but you got along better with Rafe, you always did. Now that you were an adult, he was a little more open with you about his problems.

One night, you were in your apartment watching a series when your phone rang, the screen lit up and Rafe's name appeared on the screen.

"𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚢."

You grabbed it and answered the phone; on the other line you first heard his rapid, ragged breathing.

"Rafe? Is everything okay?"

You asked worriedly and you could hear him take a deep breath before speaking

"I—I was hesitating to call you, I don't know if I should be—do this. I don't know if I should do this."

He sounded like he was crying, but trying not to make it obvious, though it didn't work cause you could immediately tell.

"Rafe—what are you even talking about?" You straighten up on the couch, now fully paying attention.

"Baby—It's Pearl, she—she asked for the divorce, now she did mean it."

You rolled your eyes the moment you heard it. Rafe already told you about his marriage problems and stuff. You acted like you cared and he always thanked you for listening to him, like you weren't waiting for the moment he finally finished everything with Pearl. You had nothing against her, you liked her, but you liked her husband better.

But hearing Rafe cry like this, like he actually loved Pearl and the idea of the divorce being hell, it stirred something in you, it wasn't pity, it was a dark jealousy and anger, you wanted him to cry like that because of you.

You took a deep breath and nodded along as he explained the whole situation.

"It's okay, Rafey...you know I'm here for you, always will."

You heard him laugh, but it wasn't a grateful laugh, it was almost like he was mocking you for what you said, like he thought it was stupid.

"You don't understand, sweetheart, you can't help, you can't do anything about it."

You stared at the TV blankly when you heard him say that. No wonder Pearl wanted to end it.

"Then why the fuck you called me? I was trying to help."

You snapped at him, he knew you were like this, that's why he was always careful with his words, not in moments like this though.

"Hey—I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, you know I never mean anything I do or say."

"Yeah, no shit. I can tell." You rolled your eyes and slumped back against the couch.

You could still hear his breathing from the other line, you knew his breath stank of whiskey and cigarettes, especially now that he was stressed, in extreme cases he even used the coke he kept in one of the kitchen cabinets.

"Sweetie, can you come over? Please? I need you—I need to talk to you..."

Your breath hitched at his needy, pathetic tone, you never expected him to be like this, even if you were annoyed with him, you agreed.

"Okay, let me put something on and I'll be there."

You were about to hang up when you heard his voice again.

"Yeah? Something on? What are you wearing, baby? The cute little babydoll set I gifted you?"

He tried to sound seductive so bad it just cringed you, especially after hearing him being so pathetic.

"Don't be ridiculous, old man."

Then you finished the call, leaving him there.

30 minutes later you were there, in front of the tall, french door of his house.

He opened there and you could tell he was trying to fix the mess he was.

"Baby...took you long enough."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, hugging you and burying his face in your neck.

"God...I missed my babygirl..." He couldn't hold himself back and pressed a wet kiss on your neck, his stubble and mustache tickled the skin of your neck, it was a feeling you were used to.

He walked you over the couch and sat you down, he sat down too.

"Where's Pearl?" You asked as you looked around.

"She, uh...she is at your mom's, she spending the night there."

"Wow, really?" You smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, really. I'm completely alone here...it's killing me if I'm honest."

You wanted to roll your eyes again.

"It's killing you? What?" Your little smile vanished as you stared at him.

"Nothing, just...the loneliness. I haven't even taken a shower yet, I came home from work and the first thing I find are those stupid divorce papers."

He pointed at them with his hands, using that Rafe-like gesture he always used.

"Well, then you should take one."

He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Yeah, I should. I mean—I will, of course." He sighed and stood up.

"C'mon, make me some company."

You followed him towards his room, AKA Pearl's room.

"You can wait on the bed, make yourself comfortable."

Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

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When he stepped out he was already wearing sweatpants, you lost the opportunity of seeing him in just a towel, but at least he was shirtless.

His short, wet hair was messy and dripping down in his chest, you stood up and grabbed the towel he was holding in his hands.

"I'll dry your hair." You casually said and he laughed as he flopped down on the edge of the bed.

"Sweetheart, I'm a man, I don't need to dry my hair." He said and you rolled your eyes.

"That's genuinely so stupid."

You climbed onto the bed behind him and started drying his hair with the towel.

"You're using the same towel I used to dry my dick." He smirked and you smacked his shoulder.

"Eww! Why are you so nasty?" He laughed and reached back to grab your thigh and squeeze it.

"Come over here, sweetheart, I wanna see that pretty face."

He fully settled on the bed and leaned against the mattress, you settled yourself on his lap, straddling his hips and smiled down at him, he smiled back and brought his hands to your ass, squeezing it.

"I'm technically not married anymore...means I can do whatever I want with whoever I want."

He smirked up at you and you kissed him then, he didn't hesitate much, he just kissed you back.

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He was being vocal and moaned loudly underneath you, you were riding him, your hands gripping his shoulder to hold yourself as his cock hit the perfect spot inside you.

He grabbed your hips and started lifting you up like you weighted nothing.

"Oh—fuck, baby, you're so good...pussy so good I could burst in it right now."

You whined as he bit and suck at your nipples.

"Yeah? Better than your wife's?"

He moaned against your tits as he licked them like a dog.

"Fuck yes..." He started fucking up into you, the room was filled his sounds of his hips and balls smacking against your ass, you moaned and kissed him.

You clit hit his pubic bone everytime you sank down and it made it way better.

"Rafey—Imma—"

He fucked you harder and quicker, his hand came down to your ass with a sharp smack that echoed in the room, his wedding band stung against your skin.

"Do it—fuck, I've been waiting baby."

You came hard around his cock and he followed, cummin deep in your pussy.

Eventually he pulled out and flopped on the bed, you tucked yourself on his side, he kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes.

"You on birth control, right?" He asked lazily as his hand rubbed circles on your waist.

You nodded without thinking much. Though you weren't on birth control.

It wasn't like you purposely wanted to get pregnant to keep him by you. Right?

"Good, good girl...go to the bathroom and pee, I'll fill the bathtub for you."

He stood up with a groan, complaining about the pain on his back, like the old man he was. You giggled behind him and he looked back at you with a playful scowl, pointing a finger at you like you were misbehaving puppy.

"Don't get too cocky, young lady."

You lay there on the bed as you heard him move around the bathroom.

You weren't a bad girl for lying to him about your birth control, you just wanted the best for him.

And the best for him was you.

You glared at him and nodded. "Of course I do. I remember, all of it."

He chuckled and nodded before pulling away.

"I bet, not easy to forget, right?" He sighed and sat down back on the chair.

"You're not still mad at me, are you?"

You looked at him for a moment and then shook your head.

"No...I'm not. Not entirely."

He nodded slowly and sighed. "Sorry, baby...you know how I am. I couldn't help it."

He watched as you stood there in the middle of the kitchen, looking as grumpy as ever, he bit the inside of his cheek trying to hold back a smile.

"Come here." He patted his lap, your eyes widened and your lips parted into a small gasp.

"Let me make it up to you, pretty girl" He patted his lap one more time, this time a little more harder.

You obliged and walked over to him, slowly lowering yourself onto his lap, he grunted satisfied and his big arms were already wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against his chest.

"Good girl..." He rumbled in your ear and nuzzled your neck, you almost melted there, your eyes closed and you tilted your head without thinking much, he hummed and pressed wet, little kisses on the side of your neck, his hand moved lower to your thighs, squeezing them harshly, you whined and he chuckled.

"Are you still mad at me, hm?" He said and God, he was so cocky, you hated the tone he was using.

"Yeah...I am." You breathed out and he hummed again.

"You sure? Like, sure sure?" He asked lowly and kept devouring your neck, his thumb hooked on the waistband of your sleep shorts and he started pulling them down.

"Shane—wait—" You gasped out but he shushed you, his mouth pressed against yours and he kissed you hungrily.

"Shh...don't worry...I'll take good care of you, baby...remember I told your dad that?" He whispered against your lips.

You tried to kiss him back, but it ended up clumsy and awkward, and of course he noticed.

"Shit, baby...don't tell me you don't—"

"Shut up!" You nudged him and brought your hands to your face to cover your embarrassed expression.

"Do you know how to kiss?" He asked bluntly and you tried to get up and walk away but he grabbed your and pinned you there.

"No, look at me, sweetheart." His tone was commanding and firm; he made you pull your hands away and look at him, but you still couldn't look him in the face completely.

"Come on...I'm not gonna be mean or laugh. You just gotta be honest with me, alright?"

He lifted his hand to caress your hair soothingly, you took a deep breath and nodded.

"I...um, I've kissed guys before...but just pecks, not like you did..."

He nodded, not stopping his movements on your hair, you took another deep breath and kept going.

"And...I've never had sex before..."

He sucked a breath in and nodded, this time his nod seemed almost stiff, like he was holding back.

"Okay...thank you for being honest, baby."

You stared at him, trying to figure out what his expression meant in this moment, was he disappointed?

"Do you wanna learn?" He asked lowly, almost like he was ashamed for asking.

"W-what?" He rolled his eyes in truly annoyance.

"Do you wanna learn how to kiss? Kiss a man, a real kiss, not just stupid pecks."

"Why are you talking to me like that? You're being mean."

You stood up from his lap and stepped back, he had to hold back the need of grabbing you and bringing you back down to him.

He leaned his elbows on his knees and rubbed his temples.

You kept going with your complaints and he suddenly stood up, cutting off whatever you were gonna say next.

"You're acting like you're mad at me for being a virgin. You told me I can trust you—"

"I'm not—fuck, I'm not mad at you, sweetheart. I could never be mad at you. I just—I can't believe I'm this lucky...you're perfect, it irritates me"

You stared at him in surprise, your eyes were wide but still sleepy and your cheeks blushed.

"I don't think I'm good for you, sweetheart...but I'm too selfish to care about that right now."

He then kissed you, hard, he didn't care you didn't know how to kiss, he just devoured your mouth fiercely before pulling back.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you don't know how to..." He sighed and then brought his hand up to cup your face tenderly, but there anything but tenderness in his eyes.

"Do you wanna learn how to kiss? I'll teach you, baby, I'll teach you anything you ask me to...but let me be the one who does this...yeah, babygirl?"

You nodded almost instantly and he grinned widely.

"That's my girl...I knew you were mine from the moment I saw you...." He gave you a small peck on the lips and then on your cheek.

His confession made your breath hitch, did he plan all of this? The idea of him getting obsessed with you the moment he saw you for the first time again made your stomach flip weirdly.

"We're gonna do this at night, alright? When we're both relaxed...cozy...y'know. I'll make it good for you...so good you'll become obsessed."

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You were nervous, waiting for Shane to arrive home while sitting on your bed, outside was already dark, he told you he was going to town to buy some "supplements," for what? You didn't know. You had shaved most of your body, you knew why you had done it, but you couldn't admit it, the answer was very embarrassing.

Then the sound of the front door opening made you stand up quickly, you fixed your hair and the your clothes, you were wearing your pajama shorts, extra tights ones and your tank top, you didn't want him to think you were that desperate for whatever he had planned for tonight, but you also didn't want him to think you didn't care.

You stepped out of your room and Shane was sitting down on the couch opening a beer, you wondered if maybe he forgot about what he told in the morning. You stepped into the living room, casually sitting next to him, not too close or far away.

"Hey..." You said softly, he chuckled and turned to you.

"You're like a little puppy, aren't you? Waiting for me to come back home..."

He patted his lap and without thinking you climbed it. He tsked and shook his head.

"Am I supposed to kiss the back of your head or something?" His tone was steady and almost mean, you swallowed nervously and shifted around to straddle him, that's when he smiled and wrapped one arm around you as he brought the beer bottle to your lips with his other hand.

He tapped the bottle's rim against your lips.

"Take a big one, sweetheart" He smirked and you parted your lips and took the bottle, taking a big sip like told you.

"There we go...such a good girl, like always."

He took the bottle from you and settled it down on the coffee table before kissing you, his kiss was slower than the last time, his hand moved to the back of your head and gripped the strands of your hair to tilt your head the way he wanted.

You tried to follow his pace, slow and sensual and he chuckled lowly.

"Shh...don't rush it, baby...feel my lips and try to mimic."

You nodded and did as he said, trying your best not to rush it, just when you started to do it right he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, making you gasp and make his entry easier, he groaned and moved his lips away from yours to kiss your neck instead, he sucked on a specific spot that made you whimper and buck your hips against his.

"Move your hips for me, sweetheart..."

You bury your face in his neck and start moving your hips clumsily.

"Yeah...that's it...back and forth...good girl. You're so good..." He breathed out and started bucking his hips up too to meet your grinding.

"Shane...feels too good..." You whimpered in his ear and he groaned in pleasure.

"Yeah..I know...fuck—"

His cock was throbbing through his jeans, and you could feel it and it just made you grind harder, your mind was fuzzy with pleasure and the feeling of his hands gripping your ass as he helped you move faster.

"Want me to make it feel better, baby? Yeah?" You whimpered and that's all he needed as an answer, he pulled back to pull your shorts down and expose your wet panties to his eyes.

"Fuck...you're fuckin weeping for me..."

He cupped your pussy and started grinding his palm against the wet fabric of your underwear, you didn't whimper or whined this time, you moaned, an actual moan of pleasure, your head fell back as you started to grind back against his hand.

"Look at you...acting like a needy slut just from this..." You whined when he called you that, you were full of shame by the fact it just turned you on even more.

"You like that, hm?" He laughed and pushed your panties aside to touch your skin directly.

When his rough fingertips made contact with your clit, you could've sworn that you saw stars behind your eyelids, he started rubbing your swollen nub with a frantic pace, and before you could notice he slid one thick finger inside you.

"Shhh shh, it's okay...it might sting a little... I know.." he started pumping his fingers in and out of your hole, trying to get you to loosen up.

"Fuck, babygirl...you're so tight...never had a finger inside you?"

You shook your head and he hummed.

"Not even yours?"

"I—um, no." You stammered and he chuckled.

"Such a good girl...aren't you?"

With his free hand he pulled your tank top up, exposing your tits and without thinking he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around.

"Tastes so sweet, baby...want more..."

He moved from one nipple to the other as he slid a second finger into your pussy and scissored them inside, trying to stretch you wider.

You were a whimpering mess above him, writhing around, not knowing what to do with all the pleasure you were feeling.

"Such pretty tits and pussy...all mine, aren't they?"

You hid your face in his neck once more, this was the least of the dirty things he could say and you were already blushing like a schoolgirl.

He was moving his fingers quickly inside you, you were right there, just a couple strokes away from your orgasm and he knew it.

The sudden buzz of Shane's phone made the both of you freeze, the screen lit up and your dad's name appeared there as an incoming call.

When you saw it your eyes widened in panic and you quickly moved to grip Shane's arm.

"Shane—please don't answer, please..." You begged him and he smirked at you.

"Why, baby? Don't wanna say hi to your daddy? Didn't you miss him?"

"Shane...I'm not kidding, please don't—"

But he was already reaching for the phone and answering.

"Andrew! Old man, how are you?"

Shane said with a smile on his face, you were trying to catch your breath but then his my fingers started moving inside you again and his thumb started circling your clit, you mewled against his neck.

"Hey Shane, I'm good man...I called cause the little troublemaker it's not answering her phone, is she with you?"

Your dad asked and Shane moved his fingers harder and quicker, you were clenching your teeth so hard trying not to moan.

"Yeah, she's here with me."

He settled his phone on his thigh and looked at you and without stopping his fingers he grabbed your hair and pulled to lift your head from his shoulder.

"Say hi to your daddy, sweetheart."

You stared at him with glassy eyes, your head felt light and dizzy, he leaned over to whisper enough for you to only hear it.

"C'mon sweetheart...be good and say hi, you don't want him to suspect, do you?"

All while he kept fingering you like that was his only purpose in life, you tried to talk but all that came out was a shaky whimper.

"Try again." He said in your ear.

"Hi—uh, dad...hi dad."

"Sweetheart, how are you? Why aren't you answering the phone?"

You wanted to hit Shane's stupid face for doing this to you, he didn't care about the squelching sounds that his fingers inside your pussy were making and that your dad might be able to hear them.

"Um...ah— um..my phone died...it's charging now."

"Oh, okay sweetheart. Well, call me when it's finished. Not gonna bother Shane anymore."

Shane laughed and shook his head, his thumb was already hovering over the red button.

"No worries, man, bye." He finished the call and you felt like you could finally breathe.

"You're a good liar, baby, I'm surprised."

He kissed your cheek, his fingers didn't stop and you could finally whimper in peace.

"Is my sweet girl close?" He curled his fingers deeply, making you arch your back like a bow.

"That's it, such a good little girl...you're doing so well, sweetheart."

Everytime he pushed his fingers deeper inside you to hit that sweet spot, the heel of his palm slapped against your clit, the repetitive movement had you crying out his name while you came.

Your orgasm hit you like tidal wave, your body shook and your mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Shane watched in awe, if it wasn't because he had some self control left he would've cum in his pants.

You slumped on his chest, trying to catch your breath, he caressed your hair softly and pressed a gentle kiss on your temple.

The room fell into a comfortable silence and you could feel yourself starting to drift to sleep, when you suddenly felt his arms lifting you up along with him, he put you over his shoulder making you squeak.

You thought maybe he'd clean you up but as he walked through the hallway you noticed how he completely ignored the bathroom.

He entered his bedroom, unlike your room with white wooden walls, his room was warm and made of dark wood like the rest of the house.

He practically threw you onto his bed, pulling your tank top over your head and throwing it somewhere, then your wet panties followed and you whimpered cause you were still sensitive.

"Shane, what are you do—" You were cut off by the sound of his zipper being pulled down, he freed himself from his zipper with one unsteady hand, his cock sprang free, he was thick, hard, and already weeping with pre cum, his shirt followed next.

You stared at it in disbelief, and he smirked down at you, he was straddling your hips in the bed, which only made him look bigger.

"Do you think you can take it?" He asked as he started stroking himself, you looked up at his face and shook your head.

"No—um, I don't think...I can.."

"Well, you will...I know you can, baby..."

He grabbed your thighs and spread them widely, he looked hungry.

"You're so ready, sweetheart...so good."

You whined as he started massaging your clit, your eyes fluttered shut and you let his touch invade your senses.

"That's it....just relax...let me do all the work."

You did as he said and tried to relax, but the feeling of his thick, swollen tip nudging your entrance was impossible to ignore

"Breathe through it, baby..."

He started pushing in, your eyes flew open when you felt his tip stretching you wide, he groaned against your neck before lifting his head to kiss you as an attempt to distract you.

"Biiigg streetch, that's it, sweetheart...so good...you feel so good already..." He moaned lowly, he kept pushing in and you squirmed underneath him.

"Oh god...look at that...you're stretching so prettily..."

"Shane—please—" You whined, you were overwhelmed, the feeling of his breath against your neck and his thumb circling your clit softly were enough to make you feel like you were gonna explode.

"Yeah... fuck, you're taking it so well," he whispered into your ear, his voice thick with raw lust. He didn't pull back to let you adjust; instead, he grabbed your hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Big stretch, princess. Just feel how fucking big I am inside you. See how good it fits inside that pretty little cunt."

He was now fully inside you, he started moving his hips in small circles, waiting for you to adjust to his cock.

Then he started moving, his rhythm was slow and deliberate at first, just to make you feel every single millimeter of him stretching you open. With each deep thrust, the wet, slapping sound of your bodies meeting echoed in the silent room, the only sound was the sound of your desperate whimpers and his pleasure grunts.

"You like being stretched like this, don't you?" he taunted, watching your face as your eyes rolled back, tears startes streaking down her flushed cheeks.

His pace accelerated and got harder, He withdrew almost entirely before slamming back into you, each impact sending fresh waves of pleasure and pain through you.

"Shane—please..." You whimpered, he grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulder to get a better access to you.

"Oh baby...you feel how deep I am? So deep in this pussy..."

The sticky mess from your first orgasm, acting like a natural lubricant, allowing him to drive harder and faster, his cock fucking you so deep you could feel it in your tummy.

"Are you gonna let cum in this pussy? Hm?"

You couldn't think straight, you just nodded at everything he said.

"Yeah...I fucking will." He grunted as he picked up his pace.

He quickened his pace until your body started shaking and your nails scratched his back

You came first, your legs squeezed around his shoulders and you cried out his name, it was embarrassing how broken your voice sounded.

He kept thrusting, he gave one last hard thrust and he came deep inside your womb.

You both moaned in unison, his hands were gripping your hips so hard you could bet it'd leave bruises, your pussy was gripping and milking him he felt like he'd split in two.

"Baby—oh...such a good girl...milking my cock so so good..." He flopped on top of you and started nibbling your neck like a cat.

Eventually he pulled out, a wet sucking sound filled the room as his spent cock pulled out, he watched as his cum dripped out from your puffy folds.

"Fuck...look at that...you're stuffed..."

He ran his fingers through the mess between your legs and without any warning he pushed his two fingers back inside, pushing all the cum that was dripping out back inside.

"Yeah...so full with my cum...you like that shit, right?"

You whined and kicked your feet lightly.

"Stop—too much—" He chuckled and soothed you massaging your thigh.

"Shh...it's okay..."

He pulled back and flopped down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling to his chest, he kissed you deeply.

"Fuck baby...I'm so obsessed with you..."

You kissed him, using the little practice you had, he grinned against your mouth.

"You're learning...my sweet girl's learning how to kiss?" He chuckled and tickled your side briefly.

You squirmed and couldn't help but giggle weakly.

"Shane...stop..."

"Who would've guessed you were that whiny..."

He reached over the messy nightstand beside the bed to grab his pack of cigarettes, he lit it up and pulled you closer.

He felt your gaze on his cigarette, he looked down at you and smirked.

"You wanna try it?" He asked and handed you the cigarette.

You took it and brought it to your mouth, inhaling deeply.

"Take it slow, baby..." You coughed and he laughed lowly.

"You'll get used to it...but don't rush it."

He plucked the cigarette from your fingers before giving you a small kiss on the lips.

"You're so cute like this...you look like a kitten trying to look tough."

You rolled youe eyes and buried your face in his neck, you didn't had the energy to answer, he just laughed and kissed the top of your head.

You fell asleep quickly, too tired to even think about the consequences of what you just did.

That night Shane slept satisfied with himself, he was definitely gonna enjoy what's left over from summer.

This is the fourth part, I hope yall like it, and thanks to everyone who liked and reposted the previous parts xx

"It was a good purchase, I'm seeing."

He stopped behind you and settled his hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, almost like a massage.

"Yeah, I really like raspberries...thanks, It could have been better if you had bought chocolate though." You teased him.

He huffed and squeezed your shoulder harder, making you squeak and giggle.

"Chocolate? You shitting me? You're a demanding little thing."

Then he pulled away and headed to the fridge to grab a beer, he was wearing jeans and a dark blue button shirt, nothing fancy, but he didn't look like he was staying at home.

You swallowed the raspberries and turned around on your chair.

"Where are you going?" You asked curiously and heard him chuckle a little.

"The bar, we're gonna drink, play pool...y'know, old man stuff, sweetheart."

"Oh...okay" You nodded and he nodded too.

"You can come if you want, I mean, you're old enough to drink, right?

"Yeah, I am." He settled his beer down and stared at you like he was waiting for something, you stared back at him confused.

"Then get your ass up, sweetheart. You're coming with me." He clapped his hands together and you stood up almost immediately. Quickly heading to your room.

"Put on something nice!" He called out behind you.

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Shane was already on the porch when you stepped out all ready.

You had chosen a dress that your dad had kept, which had previously belonged to your mom. It was pale blue, with beautiful embroidery on the neckline and hem. You decided to combine it with your cowboy boots and put your white, lace socks underneath, long enough to peek out of the boots just a little.

Your make up wasn't much, just mascara and your lip combo. You tied your hair in a half-ponytail, letting the loose ends fall over your shoulders.

You stepped out of the house and found him there, sitting on the porch and smoking, when he heard you he lifted his gaze and for a moment you could've sworn that he stopped breathing, he threw the cigarette on the floor and crushed it with his boot, slowly lifting himself from where he was sitting.

"Hell...you look nice." His smirk widened when he saw the way you couldn't look at him right in the eye.

"Let's go or we'll be late." He headed to his truck

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Shane parked the car in front of the bar, by this hour the parking lot was already full, but today there wasn't so many people, maybe because it was a Monday.

You and Shane stepped in, you were nervous and fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you looked around, Shane noticed and put his hand on the small of your back.

"Hey, nothing to be nervous about." He whispered in your ear and you nodded quickly, for some reason the feeling of his hand on your back made you feel less nervous and anxious.

Shane lead you towards the pool table where a few men were already playing there and the others watching the game. He noticed the way you tensed when the men glanced at your way.

"Those are my friends, sweetie...don't be nervous."

He pulled away and went to hug his friends.

"Who's this, Shane?" One of the men asked, Mark. He looked older than Shane and less in shape.

"She's my little guest I told you about. Andrew's daughter."

He nodded towards you and gently took your forearm in his hands to pull you closer.

"Pleasure, pretty girl." Mark said and reached out to shake your hand, you shook it back and then the other did the same.

You gave them polite smiles, but after all the greeting ended you practically scooted to Shane's side.

He didn't seem to be surprised, he just raised his arm a little so you could get in there.

You stood there by his side as you watched them play and laugh, you laughed too, when one of them did something stupid or failed sinking the ball.

For a moment your mind drifted away as you watched the game and the people at the counter, then Shane's low voice in your ear snapped back to reality.

"Wanna play, babygirl?" You stared up at him a little confused.

"Uh—what?"

"Pool, dummy. Wanna play it?" He smiled down at you, his smile was condescending.

"Oh, um...I've never played before, I don't know how to."

He nodded slowly and his hand moved lower, no longer resting on your arm but on your waist, rubbing up and down soothingly.

"I'll help you, sweetheart. You're gonna play against that dumbass right there..."

He whispered in your ear and pointed at one of his friends. "He can't even bend down with that big tummy he's got."

That made you giggle, he chuckled too and nuzzled his nose against your cheek, mumbling against your skin and making his stubble and breath tickle your skin.

"Come on, big girl...I know you're a natural at it."

You sighed and nodded. "M'kay, I guess you can teach me."

"Yeah, I can, c'mon." He pushed you lightly towards the center of the room, you stood there at the other end of the pool table, facing the friend he made fun of.

All of the men whistled and laughed, some of them encouraging you to beat his friend's ass.

Shane stood behind you, his hands were heavy on your hips as he positioned you.

"Okay, baby, listen. You gotta hit the triangle right there, got it? I'll guide you, don't worry."

He bent you over and positioned himself tightly behind you, perfecting your aiming and position.

"Good girl...now you have to push it, aight? Just a little bit of strength."

You did as he told you and with his help you hit the triangle. The balls scattered across the table, and two of them went into the hole.

"Told you she's a natural!" Shane laughed and told his friends, then he leaned over you and whispered.

"Good job, baby. Knew you could do it, but it's not over yet." You blushed at the nickname and the way he squeezed your waist as he praised you.

The night moved quickly with Shane behind you, guiding you and praising you every time you scored. You were getting tired so you told Shane that you didn't wanna play anymore, he nodded and took your place.

"Mark, bring the girl a chair!" He yelled at his friend, at this point most of them were drunk, including you, because Shane made you drink too, even if it wasn't too much.

You sat on the chair Mark brought you as you watched Shane play, trying to ignore the dizzy feeling in your head and how everything seemed to be slightly distorted. Suddenly he called out.

"Sweetheart! Go to the counter and bring me a beer, would ya?" You nodded and stood up but then he called out again.

"No—no! Wait, bring me a glass of whiskey better!"

You were at the counter waiting for the bartender to serve you, when he finally did, you ordered what Shane told you to.

As you waited for the drink you tapped your fingers against the counter and smiled to yourself at the memory of Shane helping you play pool.

But that happiness was replaced with confusion and your heart almost stopped when you suddenly felt a sharp and painful stinging sensation on your backside, someone just slapped you and then yelled.

"Great ass, babe!"

You turned around and saw the guy, he looked your age and he was with a group of boys who were laughing at you and your expression, your eyes became teary almost instantly and that familiar tightness in your chest started blooming. You looked over where Shane was supposed to be with his friends, but he wasn't there, which only made the panic you felt stronger.

Your eyes traveled over the bar trying to find Shane but you could barely see at this point, your eyes were already filled with tears threatening to fall.

Then you heard it, a groan of pain and a sound of something, or someone being punched.

You looked towards where the sound was coming from, and you saw Shane straddling the boy who slapped your ass.

He was already hitting him, and the boy underneath him was trying to get him off, yelling "sorry" but Shane wasn't letting him go; the scene was violent, the boy's face was bloody and unrecognizable in comparison to the cocky boy who harassed you.

You stood there, frozen, you didn't know what to do and the panic attack you were having was getting worse.

You felt your heart beating so fast it felt like it would jump out of your chest, your hands and legs were trembling, and your stomach churned so violently that without thinking much you ran out of the bar.

That's what made Shane stop. His head turned toward where you were running outside. The boy beneath him crawled free. Shane couldn't care less, he just took the gun in his waistband out and showed it to the guy.

"Don't do that shit again. Never." He put the gun back under his waistband and spat on the floor beside the guy.

He came out after you and found you there, pressed against the wall like a scared cat and when you threw up he ran to you, holding your hair up.

"Get—get off me, Shane—" You pushed him weakly and then flopped on the floor against the wall.

"Baby—hey, what happened?" He kneeled down in front of you, trying to touch your tear streaked face but you didn't let him, weakly slapping his hands

"Goddamn IT! Let me touch you—" His tone was frustrated and guilty.

"No! Get off me—please!" You sobbed out and lifted your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your knees.

He looked lost, he didn't know what to do now that you didn't even let him touch your hair.

"I don't—" He stood up and laughed humorlessly, almost maniacally, like he couldn't believe it.

"I don't understand why you're acting like this, that guy—he touched you!" He pointed with his hand at the bar's door.

"I saved you—alright?" He dropped his hands at his sides and stared at deeply. "He couldn't get away with it! You hear me right?"

You lifted your head and stared at him with tears in your eyes.

"You don't need to yell at me, Shane! It wasn't necessary, you almost killed him!"

You said, you sounded like you were begging for something you didn't even know what it was.

He laughed.

"Are you seriously defending that motherfucker? The one who slapped your ass? Seriously? Where's your fuckin self respect, huh? Dressing like that and then defending the guy who harassed you?"

He said that without thinking of how it might affect you. Your lower lip trembled and formed into an unintentional pout as you looked up at him from the floor.

Almost instantly after saying what he said he knew he fucked it up, even more now that he saw your face, that vulnerable and heartbroken expression you had.

"Oh fuck..." He walked over to you and you tried to get up, but your body was still feeling like jelly.

"I'm sorry, baby...I didn't mean it...I swear."

He pleaded as he dropped onto his knees in front of you, this time he wasn't here to respect boundaries, he grabbed your face in his hands, wiping the tears away and pulling your face towards his chest.

"Hey...shhh, it's okay...I'm so sorry, you were right...I shouldn't have hit that boy, not so hard at least."

He buried his face in your hair as whispered those things, loud enough for you to hear, you try to fight his embrace but you ended up melting against him, your hands fisting on his shirt.

"Shh...it's okay, babygirl...let it out. I'm so so sorry...I'll make it up to you, alright? I swear I will."

He gave you a hard kiss on the top of your head.

"I'll buy you all the raspberries and chocolate you want, no questions asked. But you gotta forgive me, yeah baby?"

You didn't answer but you nodded against his chest, he smiled against your hair and lifted your head, giving you big kiss on the cheek.

"That's my girl. I knew you would."

He stared at your pretty face, your eyes shiny, cheeks red and lips swollen from crying, he wanted to kiss you so bad, bite those cheeks so hard he'd leave a mark.

"Look at you...you look so pretty, my sweet girl...such a crybaby, aren't you?"

His condescending tone made your mind turn into a puddle, you couldn't do anything but shake your head, denying you were a crybaby.

"Oh but you are..." He caressed your cheek, looking down at you with a sly smirk.

He then moved his hand lower and placed them on your ass, lifting you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

He walked toward the truck and opened the passenger door, he slowly settled you there and grabbed the jacket that was hanging behind his seat to put it over you like a blanket.

Then he got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Don't tell your daddy bout this, alright?" He smirked and settled his hand on your thigh to give it a quick squeeze.

You fell asleep on the way back to the cabin, and during the whole drive he couldn't stop giving quick glances towards your direction, admiring how you looked in this state.

"Morning" He said as he stared at your sleepy face and messy hair. "There's coffee, milk in the fridge and you can make yourself some eggs if you wanna."

You nodded and poured yourself some black coffee, no sugar or milk, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You're a big girl, huh?" He teased you and nodded approvingly. He didn't catch the way your face almost turned into a tomato when he said that.

"I just prefer it this way" You said and sat down at the table with him. He finished drinking his coffee and looked at you.

"You want my eggs? I couldn't finish them." You looked up from your mug and nodded quickly, he slid the plate towards you before standing up and turning his back to you to wash the dishes.

"What are your plans for today?" He asked, trying to make some conversation, you ignored the question and asked one instead.

"Where did you get the deer's head? It looks real" He turned his head and huffed, smirking at you.

"It looks real because it is, sweetheart. I killed it. I thought you knew I hunt."

"Oh...wow" He analyzed your reaction, not knowing if it was good or bad.

"You don't like them? Hunters?" He asked with a casual tone, but he wasn't washing dishes anymore, now he leaned against the counter staring at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Um...I don't know, I don't think I care so much..." You shrugged and he nodded.

"That's good, this world is way too sensitive about this shit. It's just hunting, a sport, you know."

You nodded, though you couldn't say you completely agreed with him.

"You know, just a couple miles away there's this lake, if you wanna go, it's safe and it might help you relax a little bit. You look tense."

"I don't wanna get lost—" You started but he cut you off.

"I'll make you a map, sweetheart."

Now you were in your room deciding which bikini to wear, you didn't want to go, not entirely, it almost seemed like he wanted you out of the house.

You ended up picking a baby blue bikini, you put it on and slid your shorts and shirt over it.

Downstairs, Shane was already ready with your map.

"You look good...." You heard him say as you stepped into the main area, feeling the weight of his gaze on your body, it didn't make you uncomfortable, not the way you expected, and it made you feel weird about yourself.

"Here you go, sweetheart." He handed you the map and you grabbed it, inspecting it.

"Thanks." You mumbled and rolled it.

"I'm gonna be hunting...so if when you come back I'm not here, you already know." He winked at you and headed to his room.

He was already all dressed with his camouflage clothing and heavy boots.

You left quickly after he gave you the map.

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You felt proud of yourself by the fact you didn't get lost, the lake was pretty nice, the wind was fresh and the sun warm enough, there was a small dock and no one seemed to be around, which made you feel a little more relaxed.

You sat down on the edge of the dock and dipped your feet in the water, swinging them softly as you laid down to stare at the blue sky, unlike yesterday's gloomy weather, today was really sunny.

After a few minutes you decided to get in, you slipped off your shorts and shirt, standing at the dock with your bikini, you looked around one more time, making sure no one was around and slowly moved your hands to your back to untie your bikini top, you let it fall by your other clothes and then slipped your bikini bottom down before getting in the water, it was super cold but slowly you got used to it.

You were swimming on your back, staring at the bright sun, this was the most relaxed you've felt after your dad said you were going to live with Shane. You were so distracted and relaxed that you didn't hear the movement around you.

Shane was a few feet away from the creek, aiming his rifle at prey he'd been chasing. It was something small, a rabbit, but rabbit meat still sold for a good price, and he had already hunted a few, so why not one more?

It was as if he had "forgotten" that he had sent you to the creek and was simply passing by.

While he was trying to adjust the rifle's magnification ring, his attention was stolen by your silhouette swimming in the river; by that moment the rabbit was no longer important.

He squinted to get a better look at your body, and his eyes widened when he realized you were naked; something uncomfortable formed in his chest, and not only there.

He remembered last night when he thought standing in front of your room listening to you play guitar was creepy; it was ironic compared to what he was doing now.

He couldn't take his eyes off your delicate silhouette swimming slowly, watching the way you moved your arms and legs.

He didn't think much before doing it, he simply approached slowly. He needed to look at you more closely, but he didn't want to seem weird and perverted. So he used his binoculars. As if that were any less creepy.

The feeling in his chest faded and was replaced by the feeling of his pants tightening.

His hand went down until it reached his bulge, he massaged it aggressively, his eyes still glued to the binoculars as he watched you come out of the water and quickly put on your bikini, like you knew someone was watching, he felt frustrated at having arrived so late and not being able to do anything more since you were already leaving.

At that moment his mind was too clouded to think about how wrong all of it was, all he could think about was your body, how soft it looked, how innocent you looked even though you were doing that. He knew it wasn't your intention and it only made him feel worse.

On his way back to the cabin he was thinking about how he was going to face you after what he did.

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You stepped out of your room, your hair was damp from the shower you just took, Shane was sitting on the couch drinking a beer as he watched TV.

You stood by the hallway looking at him, he seemed lost in thought, not really watching whatever show was playing on TV.

You slowly approached and sat down at the other end of the sofa, he turned his head towards you and smiled.

"How was your day, sweetheart? Had fun?" He asked, pretending he didn't have the image of your naked body engraved in his mind, he drowned the image taking a fat sip of his beer.

"It was fun, you were right. It helps you relax." You said while smiling a little and fidgeting with a loose strand thread of the couch.

"Hmmm, see? Shane's always right, sweet girl." He said, his tone was almost condescending, somehow.

You looked flustered and he noticed, but didn't mention, he couldn't mention that, nor the way he was already getting hard in his jeans just by seeing your little smile vanish and your cheeks turn red because of the nickname.

"I guess..." That's all that came out from your mouth. He stayed silent for a moment.

"You drink?" He said and leaned the bottle towards.

"I...I don't—i mean, never had the opportunity." You stammered a little, you didn't want him to see you as immature or something.

"Oh? So you don't go to parties with friends or anything?"

You shook your head, no longer looking at him.

"You're a good girl, right?"

You head snapped up at that, and his eyes widened with a drunken amusement, his sly grin just widened as he barked out a laugh that slowly vanished but his amusement was still there.

"Maybe this could be the first time you try some alcohol, even if it's just beer." He shrugged and looked at you with his drunken, glassy eyes.

You hesitated a little, but nodded anyway, he handed you the bottle and you scooted closer to him.

"Take a big one, sweetheart."

You did as he said and took a big sip making the beer accidentally slip past your lips, dripping over your chin and before you could wipe it off, his hand was already there, using his thumb to clean it.

"Messy girl." He commented and you giggled.

"Sorry."

He chuckled and shook his head, you noticed the way his thumb didn't pull away instantly after cleaning you, but it lingered there, almost like a caress.

You smiled and without thinking much, you took another big sip, this one bigger than the last one, almost finishing the bottle.

"Hey—woah, sweetheart. Calm down, there's a lot more in the fridge."

He nodded towards the fridge and looked back at you with a smirk.

"You don't need to prove you're a big girl, I know you are..."

You looked at him, your eyes were already a little bit unfocused and he noticed almost instantly, he stared at them for a long time, they were wide and glassy, you looked like the deer he killed.

"You're lightweight, huh?" He commented, you tilted your head confused and he laughed.

"Cute...." He mumbled and then sighed heavily, his hand moved to the front of his jeans to adjust himself, trying not to make so obvious the hard-on he had in that moment.

"You should go to sleep—" He was going to say more but he was cut off by your whine.

"I'm not tired yet...." You whined, it wasn't a bratty whine, it was something more shy, almost pleading. He stared at you for a moment, he was definitely not expecting that from you.

"Hey—look at me. You need to go to bed, alright? You look tired, and now you're drunk because you drank half of a bottle of beer..."

He said cooing, that last part made him smile a little, it was funny how you actually seemed like you've never drank any alcohol, he lifted his hand and brushed the hair on your forehead away, you closed your eyes for a moment, you weren't that drunk, not really, but you felt strangely needy. It was so embarrassing.

"Enough. Go to bed."

He suddenly said, his tone was commanding, you opened your eyes and stared at him like he just killed your whole family and he had to bite his lower lip to suppress a smile, you looked so cute and funny.

"You understand English, right sweetheart? Go to bed, c'mon."

He patted your thigh, signaling you to get up and leave. You left, barely though.

He was definitely going to have a hard time to get rid off that hard-on without feeling like a fucking creep.

Your dad chuckled and pinched your cheek, you flinched and scowled at him.

"He's my friend, you met him already. What's all this nervousness about?"

"I met him when I was like 12, dad. And he was kinda scary...and now? I'm going to live with him for the summer." You defended yourself and his smile transformed into something more sweet and understanding.

"I get it. But eventually you two will get along. Trust me, sweetheart." He gave you a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder before pulling away to finish his breakfast.

You rolled your eyes and flopped down on one of the chairs.

The reason why your dad was sending you to a town you didn't know was because he thought you needed a change of air, you suffered of panic attacks and anxiety, and he thought this would be a good idea, sending somewhere you didn't know anyone to live with his friend you barely knew. Great.

Now you were in the car, resting your temple against the window watching the tall pine trees pass by. "Roseblood" by Mazzy Star was playing softly inside the car, making your mind drift away as you imagined your life the next months.

Eventually the ride ended and your father stopped in front of a bar, it seemed almost empty and you both stepped out of the car, you stood there looking around and inspecting the town, your dad was already grabbing your suitcases and putting them by the sidewalk.

"What are we doing here?" You asked and looked over at him, he huffed out a laugh and nodded towards the bar.

"Shane's inside." That's all he said and it just made you more irritated, your dad walked towards the bar to step in, you were about to follow him until you remembered that your suitcases with all your stuff were sitting there outside.

"Dad—my suitcase." You called out, he waved you a dismissing hand as he opened the bar's door.

"No one's gonna steal it, sweetheart. Come on." He entered and disappeared inside, you stared at him like he just said the craziest thing ever, then you followed inside.

Just like you expected the place was almost empty, just a few men sitting there by the counter, as you looked around trying to find your dad you heard a deep voice behind you, it sounded almost teasing.

"I think we sit over there, sweetheart."

You turned around and saw him, Shane. He was smiling a little, you looked up at him then looked over where he pointed and there was your dad sitting at one of the tables.

When your dad lifted his gaze from his phone and spotted you and Shane together he smiled and waved.

Shane brushed past you and walked towards the table, hugging your dad and sitting down on the seat, you followed behind, sitting down beside your dad, looking awkward as ever.

"Shane this is my daughter." He smiled and patted your head, Shane looked at you with a smirk and nodded.

"Yeah, I remember her." He said shortly and you were relieved he didn't say much or didn't mention how ugly you looked at twelve and how much you changed, like all your uncles and aunts said all the time.

You nodded at him and forced an awkward smile.

The rest of the morning they talked and drank beer like it was water, you just sat there listening to their conversation, it was so boring your mind started drifting away again knowing your dad won't notice unless you mention that you're bored.

"She seems bored." Shane's voice snapped you back to reality, you shook your head quickly and forced a breathy giggle.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired. It was a long ride." You said shyly as you fidgeted with your bracelets.

"I bet it was." He said and smiled at you, you barely smiled back.

By 4 pm you were already outside, Shane was helping you put your suitcases in the back of his truck as your dad hugged you and said bye to you like he was never going to see you again.

"Take care of my girl, Shane." Your dad said as he got in his car, his comment made you roll your eyes, you hated when your dad talked to you like you were 10. Shane glanced at you, noticing your annoyed expression.

"I'll take good care of her, don't worry." He said, you watched your dad's car disappear, then you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Let's go, get in the truck." Shane said, you nodded and opened the backseat door, he stopped and stared at you in disbelief, but also amused.

"Passenger seat, sweetheart. You're not 10, are you?" He got into the driver's seat, you flushed at his comment and climbed into the passenger side.

"Sorry, I thought—" He cut you off almost immediately.

"Don't apologize, I was just teasing, if you wanna be in the backseat...that's okay with me." You shook your head and settled more comfortably.

"I'm fine." He just hummed and started the truck.

The ride was quiet and tranquil, you looked out the window as Shane drove away from the town to the open road. Eventually he turned the car towards a dirt path in the forest, the pine trees were really tall and dark when you were in between them, you stared up at them and he glanced over at you.

"Not gonna kidnap you. No need to look so...startled." He teased you and you turned your head to look at him, giggling a little, though you didn't find it funny.

The path ended in front of a rustic cabin, it wasn't big, nor was it very small. He stepped out first and grabbed your suitcases, putting them on the porch, you stepped out and walked over to your things.

"Okay, here it is. It's not fancy, but it's what we got." He said and stepped inside and you followed him.

The place was cozy, it had a faint smell of tobacco and whiskey, there was a deer's head hanging from the wall, you stared at it for a bit and then turned to him, he was bent over in front of the fridge to grab a beer, like all he drank at the bar wasn't enough.

"Where am I sleeping?" You asked and he turned around.

"There's a guests room down the hall, the second door at the left, the first door is the bathroom in case you need it, and the door at the right is my bedroom."

You nodded along his indications and thanked him quietly before heading towards your new room. Inside the room was cold, there was a bed, it was queen size, surprisingly, the walls were white and the room had a big window with pretty red curtains.

You sighed and dropped your things on the floor before flopping on the bed expecting it to be dusty, but it was really clean. You imagined Shane taking his time cleaning the room, the sheets, and making sure it looked decent for you. It was sweet.

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By evening you finished your shower and put your sleep dress on, the wifi wasn't good in the cabin and you got frustrated, so you decided to grab your guitar.

You took it out of it's case and placed it on your lap, it felt weird after almost a year without touching it, you used to like it a lot.

You played a random, soft melody, flinching when you missed a note.

Shane was passing by the hallway when he heard you playing the guitar, he stood outside your door, listening to the soft, clumsy melodies, he noticed how creepy what he was doing looked and left without saying a word.

That night you fell asleep earlier than you expected, already feeling anxious about the next day...