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  "Umm…." she mumbles, and I outline her pussy lips with my fingers, making her gasp. "Fuck me, Luke, please..."

  "Like this?" I whisper, placing a finger against her entrance, gently probing. "Just like this, Hayley?"

  "Yes," she moans. "More, please..."

  I try to go deeper, needing to feel her walls contracting around me, but I'm met with resistance. My eyes widen as I come to the realization. She turns her head away, but I make her look at me, climbing back on top of her.

  "Hay," I say softly.

  "No," she whimpers.

  "Hay." I give her a patient look. "Are you a virgin, little Red Riding Hood?"

  She wiggles underneath me, and I give her a grin. I know how to get the answer out of her, but she ain't going to like it.

  My fingers run across her bare skin and I begin to tickle her. It’s a trick I learned when we were children. She's giggling and begging me to stop.

  "Okay, okay! I am!" she pants.

  I relent, and let her catch her breath.

  "So what now? You send me on my way? Not experienced enough for you, what with all those college girls?"

  She's pouting and it's the cutest thing in the world. I poke her ribs and she scowls at me.

  "Do you really think I'd do that, Hay?" I ask softly, and she refuses to answer. So I give her my own reaction to her question.

  I pull my shirt off and her eyes widen as they come in contact with my chest. I've been working out in college a lot more, and I know there are muscles on my body where I was scrawny and lanky as a child. She’s probably used to seeing me like that, or maybe the way I was in high school, but I’m not just a kid or a jock anymore. I’m a man now.

  "You think I don't want you, pretty girl?" I ask roughly, and she swallows as I gently take her hand and guide it to my throbbing cock.

  "Jesus," she breathes. "Oh god, Luke."

  "Feel how hard you make me," I groan at her. "That's all for you. Not for anyone else. It's always been you, Hay."

  She mews like a little sex kitten, and I pull down my pants as well.

  "Take your bra off," I tell her, and she complies like a good girl. I'm so damn pleased with her. She's better than I ever dreamed she'd be... so sweet.

  Her bra flies to the ground and her perky little tits are exposed. Her nipples are light and rosy, a sharp contrast to that messy pile of dark hair. She's fucking perfect, and I groan as I slide my boxers off. I grip my length in my hand as Hayley watches.

  "Luke," she breathes, and I can tell how vulnerable she feels, naked in front of me.

  "It's okay, Hay," I say, grinning. "It's just me. Just us."

  "I want you," she replies. " I want you to be my first, Luke."

  "Are you sure?" I ask her, and her eyes widen as she continues to look at my cock. She nods quickly, and I grunt as I fumble in my pants, pulling out a condom from my wallet.

  She lies back as I slowly roll it down my length. "It might hurt a bit," I tell her.

  "It's okay," she says, and her chest is heaving. She wants this, but I can tell she is nervous.

  I kiss her gently, breathing on her soft pouty lips. "It's okay, Hay," I say. "It's just me."

  "Luke," she replies softly. "I want it to be you. I’ve always wanted you..."

  Her fingers press against my broad chest and I growl, wanting to be inside her. She has me so needy I'm ready to burst, but I’m focused on taking care of her. I want this moment to be perfect for her. For us. I keep whispering sweet nothings against her mouth, and she giggles nervously, arching her back to kiss me, to get closer to me. And then finally, I can't hold back any longer.

  Slowly, gently, I push inside her, and her gasp against my mouth is the sweetest fucking sound.

  "Luke," she gasps. "Oh god, Luke..."

  I let her get adjusted to my size, I feel her body breaking to fit me in, fighting at first but accepting me soon enough. Her walls contract around me and I groan, because fuck, she feels insanely good, like she was made for me, like her sweet little pussy was mine to claim all along.

  "Are you okay?" I ask, kissing her deeply. "Does it hurt, Hay?"

  "No," she says, shaking her head. "Not anymore. Now it... it just feels good."

  I push inside her deeply, filling up her whole pussy with myself, making her claw at my back and whisper my name. She moans and whimpers, begging for more in the sweetest and softest voice as I start to find a rhythm. My hips roll slowly, pushing my cock deeper inside her virgin pussy, and I feel my dick throb with every push of my powerful hips.

  God, she feels good. So incredibly tight and so wet, so ready to welcome me home. Because this is what home is supposed to feel like, buried to the hilt inside my girl and knowing she's mine forever. Nothing will separate us.

  "Hay," I groan into her silky hair. "God, Hay, you feel too good."

  "I want you," she begs. "I want more, Luke, please."

  I kiss her cheeks, her lips, her forehead, almost feverishly. "Okay, Hay. I'll give you everything, pretty girl. Everything you fucking want."

  She moans and her head rolls back. I wrap my arm around her hips and begin to pound into her.

  "I'm sorry, Hay," I say. "I need to go faster..."

  "Yes, please," she replies. "Faster, please. Oh!"

  Suddenly I feel her tightening, her already impossibly tight pussy twitching and contracting around my cock, her scarlet nails digging into my back and scratching me.

  "That's right," I tell her with a wicked grin. "Come for me, pretty girl."

  And she does, moaning my name with her whole body shaking. And I can't stop myself, I keep pounding and fucking her, my eyes glued to hers as she comes down from it, whimpering and saying my name like it's a fucking prayer.

  She smiles, almost deliriously.

  "Jesus fuck, Hay," I breathe.

  "Please."

  One single word from her is all I need, and I feel myself swelling inside her, my cock pumping and her pussy clenching, and god, it's too much...

  "God, Hay," I breathe. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect."

  Hayley’s eyes are locked on mine. She smiles and whispers, "You are my big bad wolf."

  4

  Luke

  That meeting didn't exactly go as planned. I'd promised myself years ago if I'd ever run into Hay again, I'd tell her everything.

  Of course, I can’t exactly do that the first time I see her, but it still makes my chest ache, knowing she doesn’t know the full truth. I should’ve at least asked for her number. Goddamn, I’m an idiot.

  But seeing her again like that…. It was insane, and it did a number on me. I want her even more now, the memories and scars as fresh as they were the first day after we slept together.

  I curse myself in my mind and kick a rock on the path home. God, I'm fucking pathetic. For a guy with a past as dark as mine, I'm pussy-whipped to hell and back.

  But it's Hayley, I remind myself gently. Fucking Hayley.

  It's always been her, and it always will be. There's no getting away from that fact.

  As I walk back home and day turns to night, I remember the time we crashed with our bikes when we were kids. Chris nearly passed out when he saw us bleeding, and he ran to get my dad or Hay’s Grandma. But I was the one who stayed with her, held her and tried to calm her down as blood ran down her skin. I wasn’t scared, even though I got hurt as well. I knew I needed to stay strong for Hayley, and by the time Gram arrived, she was shocked to find her granddaughter giggling with glee as I tickled her.

  Those were simpler times, and they’re mere memories now. But God, do I wish I could bring them back.

  I finally arrive home as it gets dark outside, with my hands in fists in my pockets and ugly thoughts racing through my mind. I'm pissed, and I don't want to take it out on Chris.

  "Hey!" His familiar voice calls out to me as I approach the house. He looks... happy. The way I was supposed to look, if I hadn't gone to that hellhole of a prison. Chris looks like an alternate version of me, and I hate
it.

  "Hey," I reply, offering him a smile, still deep in thought.

  "You all right?" he asks me worriedly, and I merely shrug. He understands my shifting moods now, unfortunately. As hard as I'm trying to get rid of them, it's been hard on me after all that's happened.

  "Yeah," I reply. "Are we heading to work soon? Working on the Petersons' porch tonight if I recall correctly?"

  "Yeah," Chris says with a grin. "I'm just grabbing something from the car. You wanna keep Stacy company?"

  I try not to scowl, lifting the bag of groceries that I know will make her happy anyway.

  The irony of my brother now dating Hayley's best friend while Hay and I haven't seen each other in years isn't lost on me.

  We were the ones who were supposed to stay in touch.

  We were the ones supposed to be kissing all lovey-dovey and shit years down the line.

  We were the ones who were supposed to have the perfect fucking future.

  It was supposed to be me and Hayley, not Chris and Stacy.

  But I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.

  "Yeah, sure," I reply through gritted teeth. "She inside?"

  Chris nods and slaps me on the back as I head inside our house. I'm living with him temporarily, though I can't say I'm too pleased about it. In fact, I need to look at some apartments today, find a new place to call home.

  I watch Chris head to the car as I step inside the house. I feel Stacy's presence in our home like an attack on all my senses. Her shit is all over the place, pink and pretty flowers, cute and ornate little picture frames, fucking potpourri.

  But worse of all, she's here constantly as well. I never really had a soft spot for Stacy like my brother did, but I have to say she's getting on my nerves even more these days. For one major reason...

  "Luke?" she says. "Come in here."

  With a heavy sigh, I drop the groceries on the kitchen counter and head into the dining room which is overlooking the backyard.

  "Hey," I say roughly, not wanting to meet her eyes.

  "Hello, darling," she says in reply, waltzing up to me and smoothing down my hoodie. "You had a good day?"

  "Stace, don't," I tell her as her hands wander down my chest. But she merely giggles and doesn't stop, leaving me no choice.

  I grab her wrists gently and keep them in place. I’ve gone over this with her. It’s not like she’s not a stunning woman—she is beautiful. But she is also my brother’s girlfriend, and this is inappropriate.

  "Don't do this," I say. "You know it isn’t right."

  "It's just a bit of harmless flirting," she says, rolling her eyes. She leans down to pick up a flower head from one of her orchids, flashing me her thong in a flippy skirt.

  "Jesus," I groan, trying to cover up my eyes. That's the last thing I want to see, especially with my brother right outside. "Please, just stop."

  "Oh, Luke," she says, smiling at me. "You know I like to play a little. What's the harm?"

  But I don't like to play, not like this, and not with her. I hate that she's flirting with me behind my brother's back—he's right outside, for fuck's sake. And god knows what she does when neither of us are looking. I'm not sure whether I even want to know.

  I grab a glass from the kitchen cabinet and pour myself some ice cold water. The water calms me down somewhat, and I look at her.

  "Enough," I order her. "Seriously, Stacy. You’re beautiful. Be confident, you don’t need all this attention from me. You have my brother. So please, lay off me.”

  And it's true. She's played this game plenty of times since I've been back, and I've politely declined every time. I guess now it's time to start getting serious about stopping her in her tracks.

  She pouts and is about to speak, but I don't let her.

  "You’re happy with Chris. Why are you doing this? He takes care of you, he loves you. And if you keep this up, I'm going to have to tell him." I give her a desperate stare, hoping I didn’t hurt her feelings. She needs to get this.

  "Telling him what?" she asks innocently, just as I hear Chris open the front door. "There's nothing to say."

  I give her a tired look and Chris walks in wearing a big smile.

  "What are you guys talking about?" he asks, pulling her closer to him and pressing a kiss on her forehead. She giggles excitedly and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

  "Oh, nothing special," she replies.

  "You two fighting again?" Chris asks worriedly.

  "Of course not," I reply in a trying-to-be-nice tone. "But you know I only tolerate her because you love her."

  Chris laughs and slaps me on the back. "Good one, bro."

  I stare at her pointedly and she gives me an enraged look, because we both know I'm telling the truth this time around.

  We all start making some food before Chris and I head out to work. Stacy makes my brother take some pseudo-fucking-healthy muffins which turns my stomach, while I grab some Dr. Pepper and a packet of cookies from the cabinet.

  "That food's no good for you, you know," she tells me with raised eyebrows.

  "I know, yes," I reply, biting into a cookie. "Why do you care, anyway?"

  Chris gives me a warning look and I shrug, pretending not to know what he means. An uncomfortable silence follows and I decide to break it with the big news. I mean, I guess it's fucking time I tell them about Hayley.

  "So, guess who I saw at the store," I say awkwardly, and their eyes snap towards me. "You'll never believe it."

  "Oh my god," she grabs my forearm quite forcibly and I give her an annoyed look. "Is it a celebrity? Is it Miley Cyrus?! You know, I heard she has family here. I knew it, I fucking knew she'd show up eventually. What was she wear—"

  "Calm the hell down," I laugh, shaking her off. "It wasn't a celebrity, god, but you'll like this."

  "Oh?" She gives me a doubtful look, crossing her arms in front of her body. "Who is it then?"

  I look at them both as I mumble a reply.

  "What?" Chris asks. "I can't hear you."

  "It's Hayley," I repeat, louder this time. "She moved back into her Gram's house."

  "Hayley?" Stacy's mouth opens wide. "Oh my god, I haven't seen or talked to her in fucking ages. Are you for real?"

  "Yeah." I grin, instantly regretting telling them. "We should go see her, I guess," I add, trying not to sound too interested. "It might be nice to catch up."

  "Hell yes," Stacy says. She's so excited she hugs Chris tightly.

  "Maybe after work on Friday?" Chris suggests, and even he's wearing a smile on his face, however strained it might be.

  I know Chris had a huge crush on Hay. I've never been quite sure whether he forgave me for sleeping with her—well, we've never really discussed it. And I'd rather we not go there. I’m not sure he even knows.

  "That would be nice," I reply curtly, though I'm inwardly already regretting agreeing to this. I want to talk to Hayley alone, not with my brother and his girlfriend present. It's gonna be awkward enough without them.

  I remember our first night together, that time on Halloween. So many fucking years ago now, but still so fresh in my memory.

  I remember making love to her, filling her up so good and hearing her moan my name as she came from a man's touch for the first time.

  I remember my hands roaming her goose-bumped skin, feeling how excited and turned on she was by a simple breath from my parted lips.

  I remember how fucking wet she was for me, her center leaking between her legs, so fucking desperate to pull me deeper and let me have my way with her.

  Why did I let this happen? How could I lose her like this? I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life, because I even knew back then that Hayley was the one for me.

  And she would've stayed mine if I had told her how I really felt.

  But I wanted her to go live the life she’d dreamed about; I sure as hell wasn’t going to stand in the way of Hayley’s dreams. And fuck, back then, I had big dreams too. College scholarships, thought I was such a bi
g ass man.

  A real man would have told her she was all he’d ever wanted. But I didn’t, and then Julie was gone and everything fucking changed. I wonder whether Hayley knows she's been on my mind all these years. Whether she's aware of what happened here, what kind of shit I went through.

  Probably not.

  If I really cared about her, I'd keep her out of my life. It's messy enough, and I don't need to fuck up her future just because mine hasn’t gone according to plan.

  But something tells me it won't be that easy.

  "Hayley Adams," Stacy says dreamily. "I can’t believe she’s back in Willow Creek."

  And I can’t believe she’s not back in my arms yet.

  5

  Hayley

  There are two types of people when it comes to moving into a new place. Some people are fine rummaging through cardboard boxes for weeks on end, digging for the coffee maker one day, and the next looking for a blow dryer.

  The other type is where I am firmly planted.

  After a few days, Gram’s place looks like a home again. Since my bakery business is going to take a while to get off the ground, I have nothing but time, and I use it to my advantage. I dust. I mop. I scrub. On my knees, I wipe the oven clean and spray disinfectant in the toilet bowl.

  In the shed, I find an old scarecrow and stake him in the front yard, then I stop at a pumpkin patch and buy more pumpkins than necessary along with drying stalks of corn. Bundling them in a cute grouping on the wide front porch, I begin to really see myself here in this old farmhouse.

  When I swung into town, I admit to wondering if I’ll see Luke again, and every time I think of him, I remember the way I touched myself in the bathtub the other night, letting myself remember the way he fucked me, rough and soft at the same time.

  Even now, as I lift my final two boxes that are left to unpack, I let out a deep exhale, feeling turned on by the memory. A memory that has kept me going for years. Even when I slept with Nick, my mind and body responded as if I was with Luke.