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Blood and Sympathy
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Author: Lori L. Clark
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get some from you now, I probably won't get any
later," I said breathlessly.
    He growled something unintelligible and turned
into a field, cutting the lights. He left the truck running and hopped out,
walking around to my side of the pickup while I shimmied out of my jeans and
pushed open the door. I stepped out, my back to him, and planted my elbows on
the front seat. He tugged my panties to the side and dipped his middle finger
inside me. "So fucking wet, baby," he murmured.
    I was hornier than hell, and it was freezing out, so
I was impatient to have him inside of me. "Hurry up, Alistair," I
urged, wiggling against his thrusting fingers.
    He chuckled and brushed his thumb against my clit,
causing me to jerk and let out a gasp. With his free hand, he unzipped his
pants, dropping them far enough to slide his cock out. He teased it against my
opening, rubbing it up and down my wetness. "You ready for me, baby?"
    "Alistair. If you don't shut up and fuck me
right now, I'm going to kick your ass."
    He laughed. "So impatient."
    He was about as romantic as a freaking fence post,
and when it came to foreplay, the word wasn't even in his vocabulary.
Thankfully, it didn't take much for me to be wet as water, and eager. "Alistair…"
I warned.
    He grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I let out a
surprised gasp and braced myself, meeting his rhythm with my own frenzied need
to come. I reached beneath me and rubbed my clit while he rocked into me.
    It didn't take me long to come, and Alistair,
never with much stamina, came within seconds of feeling me clench around him.
    I collapsed against the seat while slowing my
breathing. He straightened and tucked himself back into his jeans. "Damn,
I needed that."
    "Me, too."
    He went around and got behind the wheel while I
got back into my clothes and we continued on our way to the party. Classy, I
know.
    And that's about all I remember from that night. I
don't know how, but I managed to wake up the next morning in my own bed.
Sneaking out of the house was a bitch, but trying to sneak back in while drunk
was a nightmare.
    Olivia quirked an eyebrow at me when I shuffled
into the kitchen in my robe, heading straight for the coffee pot. I scowled at
her. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
    She shrugged and took a sip from her mug. "Oh
no reason. But for someone who went to bed early last night, you look pretty
hung over."
    "That's ridiculous. I didn't sleep very well,
that's all." I swore she had a crystal ball, and got her kicks from spying
on me twenty-four seven.
    I poured a cup of coffee and sat down across the
table from her. She smiled and pushed an envelope toward me. "This came
for you."
    "He actually wrote back?" I ran my
fingernail under the sealed flap and pulled out the letter. I wasn't sure what
I expected our correspondence to consist of. I assumed he'd be dumber than a
brick and just as inarticulate. But I guess I'd been wrong about him.
    "What does he have to say?" Miss Nosy
asked.
    "Nothing much." Braden had my curiosity
piqued, but for some reason, I didn't think Olivia needed to know that.
"It's only like two lines. He says he's working to get his GED and he
asked about you. By name."
    Her eyes went round and she said,
"What?"
    "You must have left quite an impression on
him all those years ago." I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from
smiling at the horrified look on her face. Score . "I think I'll go
write him back."
    I giggled to myself and left her gawking at me
while I went back up to my room to reply.
    Dear Braden,
    It was good to hear
from you again.
    I will be glad to
graduate, that's for sure. Not too sure what I'm going to do about college,
yet. I might take a year off. I'm sure that won't make the reverend very happy,
though.
    I bet your music boxes
are amazing. You must be pretty proud of them.
    So, you're planning on
moving back to Hensteeth when you get out? I can't wait to get out of this town.
But, hey, to each his own, I guess. I bet Jeb will be happy to have
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