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  Touching Gavin is so much better than looking at him, and looking at him is damn good. His shoulders are thick and strong under my hands and he's tall enough that I have to stand on my toes to reach up to his ear. I lose my balance just a little when I get a whiff of his cologne and I feel myself fall against his chest.

  His rock hard, very broad chest.

  I think I might be swooning. I can't be certain though because I'm too busy thinking about how hard my nipples just got and trying to remember if I've ever met a man that made my panties this wet without having to work at it.

  Gavin's hands catch my waist and keep me balanced perfectly and without thinking about it I let my lips press lightly against his cheek, savoring the roughness of his skin that tells me he hasn't shaved since this morning while inhaling the masculine scent of a cologne I'm not familiar with. Something spicy and woodsy that doesn't smell at all like the guys in LA.

  Suddenly I'm back on my feet and Gavin has his hand resting gently at the small of my back as we move through the line, pay for our skating session, and rent our skates.

  It turns out, Gavin is really good at this. Me, notsomuch.

  I'm busy hating Lisa and Alli for coming up with this ridiculous roller skating date idea until Gavin volunteers to take the place of the wall that I've been desperately holding on to since venturing out onto the polished floor of the rink.

  "Don't worry, I've got ya." His voice is like smooth, aged, scotch. I think. What the hell do I know about scotch? I do know Gavin's voice is deep with a rugged edge to it and a country boy charm that makes me think of the music they play at that western bar with the electric bull that Alli drags me to sometimes.

  His laugh is deep and genuine and not at all condescending when I wrap my arm around his waist and dig my fingers into his side while holding tightly to the arm he has around my shoulder.

  "Just keep your knees together," he watches my feet start to slide apart and I try to do what he says, "until later, that is," he adds darkly against my ear and I feel everything inside me go hot and liquid.

  Gavin holds me with ease, keeping my feet from sliding out from under me and pulling me against him so all I have to do is hang on to him as he moves us in a wide counter clockwise path around the rink.

  Fortunately it's a Tuesday night so we're only sharing the rink with about 30 kids under the age of 14, a couple parents, and a handful of older teens that work here. That leaves lots of room out here for Gavin to guide me along the slick floor while I get used to the feel of his arms around me.

  "How you doin'?" His voice breaks through my thoughts and reminds me where we are. Which is good, because I was seriously thinking some entirely not appropriate thoughts.

  "I'm OK as long as you don't let go," I manage to laugh like I'm joking about falling down but I really just don't want him to let go of me. He feels too good pressed against me. His arms are too strong and it's easy to trust him to keep me on my feet.

  I feel his arms tighten, squeezing me against him a little harder, "Don't worry, I ain't gonna let ya go."

  His voice is low and the softness to his tone only makes his deep voice vibrate more against me. I don't think either of us are talking about skating anymore.

  "When do you guys have to go back?" I'm starting to gain confidence, letting my feet move in sync with Gavin's to propel me forward beside him, but I won't loosen my grip on his waist. Partly because I'm sure I'll fall on my ass as soon as I do, and partly because I really don't want to let go of Gavin.

  "Tomorrow evening," Gavin says, sounding a little sad, "Really wish we could stay longer, but it's hard for both of us to be gone from the farm at the same time like this."

  "Yeah," I get it. I've talked to Gavin plenty enough to understand what his life is like. We've talked about what he's looking for in a wife and what I'm looking for in a husband. I know there's no chance of him moving out here and I know the farm is important to both Gavin and Abe.

  "You should have brought Lyle," I joke, "left your brother to watch the farm and then you could have stayed longer."

  Gavin looks around and finds his brother-- with his boots still on-- playing a shooting arcade game next to Alli. The two of them are vying for position in front of the screen and he sure doesn't look like he's not having fun.

  "Abe really wanted to come out and meet you and your team in person," Gavin's voice is tinged with the smile that takes over his face when he sees his brother, "Lyle couldn't get away and you know how Derek feels about LA."

  I've already heard all about Derek's experience; moving out here with his high school sweetheart only to get his heart broken. He blames the city, hates it with a passion. He's told me in our interviews that he was looking forward to meeting me-- when I got to Indiana.

  "I just wish you didn't have to go back so soon," I tell him, enjoying the feel of his body against mine, "it would be nice if we-- um-- were able to spend some time alone, you know?"

  I look up at him and his green eyes are fixed on me, "How long do we have to stay on our first date?"

  His voice is gravel and lust and I can't think of anything I'd rather do than get our first date over with. Like, now. Because that means ditching the chaperons-- and the roller skates.

  Gavin

  I know she's thinking how glad she'll be to get those skates off, but I see something else in her eyes when Jillian looks up at me-- the thing I'm looking for. That look that tells me she's just as eager to be mine as I am to make her mine.

  "So how do we escape?" I whisper against her ear as I lead us off the rink.

  I like feeling the slight shiver run through her body when my breath hits her skin and my cock starts to swell in anticipation of getting her alone.

  Jillian looks around to find her friends. Alli and my brother are no where in sight but Lisa and Shawna are up at the snack bar, both with their heads bent over their cell phones, not paying attention to us in the slightest.

  "I don't think it's going to be too challenging," she says with a smile as she stares at her friends. "Let's just head to the back side of skate rental, get our shoes back, and make a run for it."

  "A run for what?" I'm halfway through step 1 of the plan but I have no idea how we're going to execute step 2 since neither of us have a car.

  Jill's already got one skate off with her cell phone in her hand, "Our Uber should be here in about 8 minutes," she announces in hushed triumph as she yanks her other skate off.

  "Uber?" I mean, I've heard of it, we get TV and shit out in the sticks, but we don't have Uber. There's just not enough people in need of a ride to make it worth anyone's while I guess.

  Jill looks at me slightly confused, "You don't know what Uber is?"

  "Nah, I know, we just don't have 'em back home," I explain.

  Her confusion turns to shock, "What do you do when you need a ride?"

  "Get in the truck?"

  "No, I mean like if you're going out drinking."

  "Get in your buddy's truck?"

  The look on Jill's face as we wait for the kid behind the counter to find our shoes reveals her dawning realization of just how big a change this move is gonna be for her.

  "What if your buddy wants to go drinking too?"

  I shrug, "Call a different buddy...sleep it off in the back of the truck? Drink at home. Drink at your buddy's home. Plow your truck into old man Larson's orchard, take out 6 rows of trees, bust the fuck out of your radiator and tear a hole through your case and wake up getting the shit kicked out of you by your buddies so you never do something so damn stupid that even your own mama won't talk to you for 6 months again?"

  Jill slips her sandals on and looks up at me with her jaw hanging open.

  "Not me!" I wave my hands in the air in surrender, "Jackson Aimes. He was a senior when I was a freshman and you better believe I didn't need to learn that lesson for myself after what he went through."

  "His own friends beat him up?" Jill half laughs as she pulls me by my hand around the perimeter of the lobby, trying to keep out of sight of her friends.

  I look around but I still don't see Abe and Alli, and I'm betting I'd find them in the nearest bar if I had any desire to go looking for them.

  "Hell yeah, that shit ain't cool. Driving an F250 punkass drunk. He's lucky all he took out was a bunch of apple trees, it could have been anyone in town. Not many folks are too keen on that shit. Besides, his dumbass move meant that the sheriff kept a hard eye on all the kids that whole summer. Every bonfire party got busted that year. Jackson was in deep shit with everyone for a long time."

  Jillian's laughing as we jump into the back seat of a waiting Toyota like we're being chased by the mob.

  Once we're safe in the car and being whisked away to where I don't know, things get quiet. Tension radiates off of us and fills the car while the lady in the driver's seat obliviously makes idle conversation.

  Jill's a lot more comfortable with getting a ride from a total stranger and she chats with our driver while my fingers act of their own accord.

  I want to kiss her first. It seems like the right thing to do, but I get the feeling that the older lady driving us through the city streets on a Tuesday evening wouldn't be too impressed if I pressed my mouth to Jillian's and started making out with her in the backseat.

  Probably not so much because it'd be inappropriate as because it would mean Jill would stop talking to her.

  So I resist that urge but I can't seem to keep my hands to myself. My hand slides up Jillian's thigh, letting the coarse texture of her jeans rub against my palm till I'm cupping her pussy with my whole hand.

  Jill's next words catch in her throat and I can't help but feel a little proud of myself at the reaction.

  I wish she was wearing a skirt and I could get my fingers under th
e edge of her panties and touch her bare pussy. Challenge her to keep a straight face while she talks to the driver about her grand kids and the job she worked at before she retired while I'm fingering her below the rear view mirror's line of sight.

  I have to settle for watching Jillian's face flush under the passing streetlights as we head toward where ever we're going. Her hand rests on mine, her fingers wrapping around mine and squeezing, not sure if she wants me to stop or wants to encourage me to keep up what I'm doing.

  Mostly I'm just making myself crazy. My cock is throbbing, half strangled against the fly of my jeans bustin' to get free. I want to get Jill indoors where I can strip her naked, drag my eyes over every inch of her and then do the same thing with my mouth.

  Jill's lips are parted and she's staring out the windshield, still nodding and answering our driver but now she sounds distracted.

  Her hand moves off of mine to my thigh and the contact makes every muscle in my body tense up as her hand slides higher.

  The car pulls to the sidewalk just in time and since I don't know how this Uber thing works, I pull my focus off Jillian long enough to ask our driver what we owe her. So I tip her and then I can't follow Jillian inside fast enough.

  Jillian

  I barely have the door unlocked before I feel Gavin's hands on me. They wrap around me from behind and find their way under my blouse, moving up till both my breasts are cradled by warm, callused skin that feels so good I can't help but drop my head back and moan.

  My head lands against his chest and he pulls me tightly against him so that I can feel every hard inch of his body against my back.

  Every. Hard. Inch.

  Before I can reach back for him, Gavin spins me to face him.

  I don't know how I didn't realize we hadn't even kissed yet. Oh yes, I do. He keeps distracting me with those strong hands of his.

  His lips land on mine and they're so much softer than I expected. Soft, but firm and warm and demanding as they move to part my own to allow his tongue to explore against mine.

  I moan again as his hands return to their place under my blouse, pushing the cups of my bra out of the way and moving the rough pads of his thumbs over my hardened nipples.

  All I want is to get my hands on him too. I tug his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and run my hands over his skin. I can't get a good look at what I'm touching because Gavin's busy kissing his way down my throat but I can feel the ridged outline of chiseled abs on my way up to his firm pecs before suddenly loosing contact as he steps away.

  "Where's your bed?" It's more of a demand than a question and the sight of Gavin standing in front of me, his chest heaving with heavy breathing and the raw lust in his darkened eyes is enough to make me think that the floor right where we're standing will serve the same purpose.

  I manage to pull him by the hand to my room though.

  Before I can turn the light on, Gavin has me spread out over the comforter. Yanking at my jeans and then falling between my thighs.

  "Oh my God." I barely hear his whispered exclamation as he nuzzles against my panty-covered mound. I can hear his deep inhale against the dampness of the lace and then I feel his hot breath as he blows over it till I'm a squirming mess beneath him, aching for him to touch me.

  "Jillian," he groans against my pussy, slowly bringing his fingers up the inside of my thigh and sliding them under the edge of the lace of my underwear, "mmm, so wet."

  His fingers slide against my skin and then hook under the lace, pulling it free of my body and tossing it somewhere on the floor before returning his attention to the bare flesh he just revealed. His hands grip my thighs and hold my legs wide and I feel his mouth against my sex.

  Gavin's tongue glides through my folds, teasing my clit till I'm begging for him to fill me up with that thick member I felt pressed against me earlier.

  Instead, he draws out his torture by sliding his fingers past my entrance and moving them deep inside me in a way that makes me dig my heels into the mattress and scream his name. He doesn't stop till I'm shaking and gasping for breath. Only then does his mouth release it's grip on my clit and began a languid journey up my body, gentler this time, pausing to lap at each sensitive nipple till I'm buzzing with need again.

  "Beg for it again," I feel his voice more than hear it, thick and low with desire as his teeth nip at my ear, "like you were before you were coming all over my face."

  I've had men talk dirty to me before, but when Gavin growls in my ear it doesn't sound crass. It sounds like a plea.

  His hands run over my body and his lips find mine once more before breaking away gently to catch my eyes with his. "Tell me you want my cock, wanna feel it filling you up and making you mine forever."

  Oh yeah. I want that. I want it more than anything, "I want you, Gavin," I manage to tell him, "I want to feel you inside me."

  On those words he rocks his hips and digs his erection into my thigh. At some point I managed to get his shirt off but his jeans are still on and the fabric is rough on my skin as he moves against me.

  "Tell me you want to be mine, Jillian," he commands darkly, "you gotta promise me this isn't some trial run--"

  He moves again, this time lining up so that the thick ridge in his jeans is pressed just where I need it. Sparks fly through my brain and I gasp, my hands flying to his biceps and digging in.

  "-- I came out here to meet the woman who's gonna be moving back to my home to make it hers as well," he kisses me deep enough to take my breath away and my hands move down his sides and fumble with his belt, "I need to hear you tell me you haven't changed your mind on that."

  My breath catches in my throat and my eyes seek his. He's looking down at me and even in the dimly light filtering into the room from the hallway, I can make out the hope in his deep green eyes, his dark blonde hair falling across his forehead and the rough stubble on what started off as a smoothly shaved jaw.

  I'm going to marry this man.

  Something white hot coils tightly inside me and then radiates through my veins, adding fire to my already smoldering desire for him.

  "Gavin," I whisper hoarsely, "make me yours." I swallow tightly, angling my hips to prove my intention, "Show me what it's going to be like when we're home together."

  His eyes close tightly and he pulls a sharp breath between his teeth and then I have his belt unbuckled and his jeans undone and it only takes a moment for him to get them off before he's between my thighs again.

  This time we're both bare, our bodies moving to align and then I feel the wide head of his cock press against my opening, the tip slick with precum as I feel myself being parted slowly.

  "You on anything?" He grunts against my ear and I can feel the tension in his muscles as he restrains from surging forward.

  I nod my head, too consumed with the need to feel him all the way inside me to remember how to speak.

  "Whatever it is, you're gonna stop, hear?" His teeth catch my lower lip between them, "I want a wife and a family and I want you to be the woman that gives it to me, understand?"

  He moves a fraction of an inch and I can feel him just inside me, just enough to make me sob on my plea for him to stop teasing me.

  "I want that too," I promise, "I want to give that to you."

  The words tumble out and I know I mean them, I mean them with all my heart. I fell in love with this man weeks ago when we started emailing. The first time I heard his voice on the phone, my stomach erupted in butterflies and they haven't settled since.

  Seeing him in person, touching him, feeling his warmth against me and his strength wrapped around me has put the final touches on something I only dreamed I'd get out of this move.

  Gavin groans long and low as he lets himself sink deeply into my body.

  Gavin

  Jill's body was made for mine. Her tight sheath holds my cock in it's heat and I think I'm going to lose my fucking mind before I have a chance to start thrusting.

  Listening to her sweet voice, all throaty with lust as I begin moving inside her, telling me how she's gonna be my wife and bear my babies is enough to drive me to the breaking point.