Authors: Kate Pearce

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Ally's cell phone beeped, and she checked the time. She couldn't believe she'd spent three hours trying to sort out the junk in the dining room. The place looked as packed as ever, and she was coughing and sneezing up dust like a coal miner. With a groan, she studied the space she had managed to clear. There was definitely a dining table under there and what she thought were six chairs. After that was anyone's guess.

The doorbell rang, and welcoming any excuse to move, she went to answer it. Jackson stood there, dressed in his tan uniform, his black hair tamed and still wet from the shower.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Ally stepped back to let him in and kept going toward the kitchen. “What can I do for you?”

Jackson paused at the open door of the dining room. “Jeez, you're cleaning in here now?”

“There's a rumor that my mother had a computer. I'm trying to find it.”

Jackson edged into the small space she'd created. “Have you checked the wall sockets for power cables? You might be able to work your way back to the computer.”

Ally groaned. “Why didn't I think of that?”

He produced his heavy flashlight and turned it on. “This might help.”

Ally gave a cry of triumph as she noticed the twin black cables arching away from the wall and up toward the table. “It must be here! Help me pile this stuff up onto the other end of the table.”

With Jackson's help, Ally uncovered an old screen, a keyboard, and a square box. “I wonder if it still works?”

Jackson touched her shoulder. “I have to get to work.” He hesitated as she turned toward him. “There's something I wanted to ask you.”

“About what?” Ally's smile faded as she studied him.

“Last night. I didn't use a condom.”

“And you're wondering if you've caught anything from me? It's a good point, seeing as I'm an ex-drug user.”

“Ally . . . it's not that. I was wondering if you could get pregnant.”

She swallowed hard. “It's okay. I'm on the pill.”

He let out his breath. “That's good. I wouldn't wantâ”

“To start a family with someone like me.”

He put his hand over her mouth. “Stop finishing my sentences and don't put yourself down. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and tell you that health-wise I'm clean.” He bent to kiss her nose. “Now I really have to go.”

Jackson retreated down the hallway and let himself out, leaving Ally leaning against the wall. He was so quiet and gentle with herâapart from when they had sex, where he seemed to want to dominate her. In many ways he was the opposite of Rob, but at the core they were more similar than people would believe.

Ally glanced at the old clock above the fireplace and calculated how long she had before she had to go back to work. Lauren had made sure to give her the most awkward shifts. No surprise there. Ally remembered the relieved expressions on the three waitresses' faces when Lauren had declared they wouldn't have to share their tips with Ally. Not that she'd expected to get tipped. Most front-of-house servers hated pooling tips let alone sharing them with the kitchen staff.

It was just that minimum wage wasn't going to take her very far in her efforts to clean up the house and save for college. But there was nothing she could do about that, and she'd definitely learned that patience was a virtue. A reluctant smile curved her lips. Sometimes it paid to look on the positive side. If she made enough money to get by
and
she got to have sex with Rob and Jackson for a little while longer, how could a girl complain?

“H
ey, Ally.”

Ally turned from her contemplation of the library shelves to find Rob blocking the light at the end of the passageway. He came forward, his wide shoulders taking up almost all the narrow space between the stacks of books.

“Hey, Sheriff.”

He came even closer, and she felt his warm breath on her neck. “You're not at work?”

“I just finished. I've got to go back at nine tonight and clear up for an hour or so.”

“Lauren said she'd hired you.” He paused. “How's that working out for you?”

Ally sighed. “As well as you might expect.” She wasn't stupid enough to complain to Rob about his own sister. “Lots of folks come in to gawk at me, so I suppose I'm providing some entertainment for the town.”

“And we in law enforcement appreciate that. Keeps the criminals off the streets.”

Ally found herself smiling, and Rob nuzzled her hair. “You smell nice.”

“I can't imagine why.”

“French fries and coffee, the way to a man's heart.”

“You should mention it to Laurenâmaybe she could sell it as a fragrance.”

His chuckle made her feel warm for the first time in days. “My shift's over at eleven tonight. I'll be coming around to your place.”

“I don't remember inviting you, and by then I'll be asleep.”

“No, you won't.” His teeth settled on her earlobe, and he bit down until she felt it. “You'll be too busy being fucked.”

“Rob . . .”

His hand slid around her waist and eased up to her breast. “You've forgotten your decision already?”

“No, I'm justâ”

He squeezed her nipple hard between his finger and thumb, and she started to tremble. “You're mine until you leave this town. Mine and Jackson's if you want to be precise.” He licked her ear, his voice little more than a seductive whisper. “Here's what I'd like you to do for me. After you shower, stay naked and go lie on your bed. I want to see you touching yourself when I get there. I want to watch you make yourself come before I fuck you so hard you'll be screaming my name.”

Ally licked her lips as his right hand cupped her sex.

“I bet you're wet now, aren't you? I'd like to stick my hand down your panties and find out, but I know that once I touched you, I'd want to be inside you.” He kissed her again. “Will you do that for me tonight, honey? Touch yourself and think about me?”

Before she could answer him, his fingers slid into her pocket and his voice became all business. “I need your back door key. I'll get a couple of copies made for me and Jackson and bring it back with me tonight.”

He stepped away from her, leaving her shaking with need. He calmly slid the key off the ring and handed her back the others. “I'll see you later, then, Ally.”

She nodded as he left, aware she'd probably be doing exactly what he'd asked her to and that she wasn't even ashamed of the fact. She knew that for a lot of people who didn't share her particular sexual tastes, that meant she was allowing him to tell her what to do, but for her there was a world of difference. Choosing to submit had its own power. Even she understood that now.

Ally gritted her teeth and used the knife to try and lever the gum off the underside of the table. Lauren had left her all the most unpleasant jobs, including the bathrooms and the final indignity, gum cleanup. Ally sat back and flexed her fingers. Half an hour of sitting on her ass on the tiled floor was not the best way to end a night.

“Are you done?”

Ally looked up to find Lauren standing over her. She had her coat over her arm and looked as fresh as if she was just starting her day. “Almost.”

Lauren sat down on the red leatherette booth seat opposite Ally. “I still don't get why you're doing this. Is it to make Rob feel sorry for you? Because it isn't going to work. He's over you. He's seeing Jane Evans.”

“So I hear.” Ally continued scraping and kept her back to Lauren.

“So why are you here?”

“I thought you didn't want to know anything about me, Lauren. You said I should do my job and shut up.”

“Well, perhaps I do want to know.” Lauren's voice was sharp.

“I'm here because I need the money.”

“But you must've earned a fortune.”

Ally smiled and briefly rested her forehead against the banded metal edge of the table. She was so tired of being noble, and maybe it would do Lauren good to hear the unvarnished truth. “Earned it and lost most of it.”

“How?”

“Well, put it this way. After a while, I had no idea
where
my money was going, because I relied on other people to handle it for me. And then, if I hadn't started taking every drug known to man, I might not have had to turn myself in to a rehab program and break all my contracts.”

“There's nothing left?”

“There's some, but I'm trying not to touch it because I'm saving to go back to college. The rest is tied up in litigation. And in the meantime, I have to eat.”

“You're going to college?”

“Yeah. I'm going to be a teacher.”

“You always wanted to do that.”

“Yeah, I did.”

There was silence as Ally carefully levered the last piece of gum free and let it drop into the bucket. She stood up and heard her knees crack. “Anything else you want to know?”

“Not really.” Lauren stood, too, her gaze fully on Ally for the first time. “I still don't feel sorry for you.” She gestured at the kitchen. “I need to lock up. Get your things.”

Ally took the bucket through to the now-silent and pristine kitchen and emptied it in the trash. She took her time washing her hands and then went back to Lauren, who had remained standing by the booth.

“I'm ready.”

Lauren walked to the front door and held it open for Ally, the bell jangling softly into the warm night air. Lauren set the alarm and then locked the door. Ally felt in her pocket for her keys and started toward the sidewalk. “Night, Lauren.”

“Where's your truck?”

“I'm not using it right now.”

“Why not?”

“I have to change my license or your brother's going to book me.”

Lauren half smiled. “That's so typical of Rob. He even tried to give
me
a ticket once.”

Ally started to smile back, but Lauren had already turned away. Her smile died and with it the warmth inside her. How long had it been since she'd had a girlfriend? During her modeling days, no one had really wanted to be “friends,” and she'd gotten out of the habit of sharing stuff. Her only real friend was Jill, who had worked part-time at the modeling agency while she completed her degree and then offered to become Ally's AA sponsor.

Ally waited a moment to see that Lauren was safely in her car and then hurried toward the corner of the street. It was so mild she didn't need her sweater and she wasn't afraid of walking. Luckily, Spring Falls wasn't exactly a hotbed of debauchery, even after ten.

She was startled when Lauren pulled up alongside her and opened the window. “Get in, Ally.”

“I'm fine to walk, Lauren. It's a beautiful night.”

“Ally, get in.”

Ally knew from long experience that there was no point arguing with Lauren when she used that tone, so she crossed behind the car and opened the passenger door.

After a minute, Lauren glanced her way. “Rob can be a real pain in the ass when he gets going.”

“He sure can.”

“I can see that might be a problem if you were dating him, but it still doesn't excuse what you did to him.”

“You're right; it doesn't excuse what I did.”

Lauren sniffed. “Just so long as we're clear on that.”

In the three minutes it took to drive Ally home, Lauren didn't speak again. When she pulled up, Ally murmured her thanks and got out without Lauren even acknowledging her.

After a cautious look around, Ally took out her keys. At least there was no sign of Rob or his silver truck for Lauren to object to. She let herself into the house and took a long, slow breath. Time for a shower and then . . . then Rob would be here. Her body quickened at the thought of him touching her, and she started to hurry.

Rob let himself in with the new key and laid Ally's old one on the kitchen table. The house was quiet, but he caught the steamy fragrance of the shower drifting in the air. He'd always liked lavender and so had Ally. He followed the faint light to Ally's bedroom, his cock already hard, his mouth dry.

She lay on the bed, one hand between her long legs, the other on her breast. Her dark hair was still wet and slicked back away from her angular face. As a kid, her nickname had been “Giraffe Girl” and she'd hated it. She wasn't classically beautiful, he knew that, but it didn't make any difference. She photographed like every guy's favorite wet dream. He licked his lips as her gaze turned toward him, and his cock jerked in response to the sleepy sexuality in her eyes.

He went and stood next to the bed so that he could watch her more closely. Her index finger was circling her swollen clit, 'round and 'round, up and down to the slick red wetness of her folds. He wanted to lean down and nuzzle her clit, use his teeth and tongue to make her even wetter, drive her even higher.

“What are you thinking about, Ally?”

She raised her eyes to his. “About you and Jackson, about how you make me feel.”

“Yeah?” He sank down onto the side of the bed and listened to the sound of her moving fingers. “And what are we doing to you in your dreams?”

She pinched her nipple and a shudder ran through her body. “Fucking me, both of you.”

He leaned forward and buried his face between her thighs, took her fingers and her clit into his mouth, sucked around them, and then drew her deep until she squirmed. When he moved away, she was panting, her pupils wide, her gaze fixed on him. “And how many times have we fucked you?”

She briefly closed her eyes as if picturing the scene. “Many times. I'm sore but you won't let me stop until you are both satisfied.”

“Until we run out of come because it's all over you?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

Rob unzipped his jeans, climbed between her legs, and shoved himself deep. Her hand was trapped between their bodies over her clit. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Do it,” he ordered as he started to move. He felt her legs wrap around him, her hand grab on to his shoulder to anchor herself. And then he forgot about anything but pounding into her warmth, about the tightening of her sheath around his cock and the fierce need to come. Too quick too fast but she'd take him again; she'd have to. He climaxed and brought her with him, held himself deep as her body shuddered around his, and he released his come.

Rob rolled off her and knelt up to remove his clothes. Ally lay still as if waiting for him to tell her what to do next. He liked that. Liked it enough to make him want to give her what she needed. He slid a hand into his pocket and showed her what he'd brought with him. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips.

He shook his head. “You'll have to wait until I'm ready.” He heard the faint slam of the back door. “Jackson needs to be here as well.”

Jackson appeared in the doorway, his quick gaze moving between Rob and Ally and returning to linger on Ally's flushed skin.

“Did you bring the stuff, Jackson?”

“Sure.” Jackson wore cargo shorts and a khaki T-shirt and carried a duffel bag over his shoulder, which he placed on the bed. “Let me just wash up.”

“And get naked,” Rob called after him.

Jackson didn't reply, but when he returned to the bedroom, he was naked, his darkly muscled skin gleaming, his cock already riding high.

“So how do you want to do this?” Jackson asked Rob as he leaned in to kiss Ally's cheek. “Hey, Ally.”

“I want us to fuck her together first, and then when she's all nice and wet, we can play with her for a while.”

“Yeah.” Jackson kissed Ally again, this time on the mouth, his wet cock grazing her hip as he leaned over her. “I want her ass.”

Rob handed him some lube. “Then you'd better get her ready. I haven't had her that way yet.” He turned to Ally, who was listening intently. “Do you like it up the ass, Ally?”

She bit her lip. “I've never really enjoyed it.”

“Why's that, honey?” Rob asked her.

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