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The roar of the bike is like a slow drone in my ears now. The unending blacktop of the road and the wind flowing over me gives me a sense of peace that flies in stark contrast to the nervous knot in my stomach. Usually, I look forward to a long ride, but not tonight.

A hundred miles. Over two hours of hard riding and then... What? Will she be glad to see me? I really don't know. I do know, I've got to try. I've never been in love before and even as the broken white lines pass under me in a blur, I can't really say that's what I'm feeling now. I just know, I can't do anything else. What the fuck was I thinking?

I mean, riding all this way to go find a twenty-one year old college chick who 'might' be at that frat party? Yeah, that makes sense. What the fuck could go wrong? It was one of those 'it seemed like a good idea at the time' things that felt like genius until I actually got out here on the highway. Fuck! As if a preppy chick like her could really fall for a two-bit biker like me. Goddamn it! We are from two completely different worlds. I should have just forgotten about her when she stopped answering her fucking phone. Something inside me just won't let her go.

I'm telling you, I never thought I'd fall for a girl this hard. But Holly... I don't know. I just can't get her out of my head. Now, I'm just going to walk right into the middle of her new boyfriends turf? I must be insane. What part of 'stay away from me' did I not understand?

Four fucking months. That's how long it took her to fall for another guy. Well, I don't care what he fucking majors in or if he is built like a damn linebacker, Holly is going to have to tell me to my face that she loves him. If she can do that, then fine, but I'm not leaving until I hear those words. Damn. Sometimes I wish I'd never met her at all. What the hell was she doing at a biker bar, anyway?

The Flat Head Bar and Grill. That's where I met her. Who would have fucking believed it? The place is a rat infested shit hole that wouldn't have passed for decent when it was built back in the fifties. From the beginning, it's remote location off I-10 made it a haven for bikers who wouldn't have been welcome anywhere else. It's that bar, a small store and my garage and that's it.

I'm not actually badged into a club. Most of the ones who drop in are riding from one place to another and just come in for cold beer and a rowdy time. Being the only decent mechanic for fifty miles means that even the worst of them gave me some respect. That's why I could be in there having a beer while fifteen members of the Jackals tore up the place. What the Hell, it's a pit, but it's home.

I was into my fourth beer when she walked in that night. I'm telling you, it was like someone sucked the air right out of the place. Holly was so young and innocent looking that everyone, the guys and even some of their old ladies took notice. Before she even got to the bar, you could just feel the hush settle in. It was like every guy wearing that white-in-black, 'one percent' patch was smelling fresh meat.

I immediately saw where this was going. Holly sensed it too, and she was almost trembling by the time she got old George's attention.

She looked as frightened as Bambi in a hunter's gun sights as he came up from behind the counter.

"Excuse me, There's something wrong with my car and I can't get reception on my cell. Would you mind if I used your phone to call Triple-A?"

Right about then, a scraggly, mean son of bitch called Pan Head came up behind her. "Well, aren't you a pretty little thing. Why don't you let me buy you a beer? I'm sure we can take real good care of you."

To her credit, Holly tried to be polite, but I think she'd already caught the smell of too much smoke and alcohol on him and her reply of "No, it's okay. I just need to use the phone," came out with just a hint of disgust.

Pan Head's smile instantly turned mean and I just knew what was about to happen. The girl was about to be in a heap of trouble and I stepped up between them and handed Pan Head a cold one. Honestly, I wanted to break him in half, and at six-three and 220 pounds, I could have. He was wearing Jackal colors though, and that alone meant I had to show him respect.

"Here, have another beer." I offered. "It sounds like she needs a mechanic more than a friend. I don't think you want to spend the night under her car now, do you?"

Pan Head grimaced and glared at me for a second. I could see the gears grinding in his head, but in the end, he took the beer. "No, I reckon not. I'd rather spend the night with her under me, to be honest, but I guess you got other ideas. You got a real soft spot, Jackson. Be sure it don't get you into trouble some day."

He gave Holly one last, long predatory gaze and then moved away to the raucous laughter of his friends. That's great, I thought. I just knew I was going to pay for that one.

Holly looked like she was going to be sick. "Oh, my god. Thank you. Is he a friend of yours?"

"No, I wouldn't exactly call him a friend. Look, I'm Jackson. I've got a garage right around the corner and more than likely, I'd be the one Triple-A would send to help. How 'bout I go see what we can do about your car? This ain't a place you want to be, anyway."

I had a pretty good idea what the problem was as soon as I got a look at her ride. The 2007 Mini has a known timing chain issue that starts with a severe rattling and loss of power. Not wanting to leave her alone with Pan Head and his crew sniffing around, I took the risk and nursed it down the street and into the garage bay.

By then, Holly was was visibly shaken and hardly blinked when I told her the problem.

"Oh my gosh. That sounds bad," she said in what was more of an understatement than she wanted to know. "Can you fix it?"

I smiled and tried my best reassure her. "Sure, it's gonna take some time, but yeah, no problem. Parts are another issue. I'm afraid I can't do anything tonight, but I can have you back on the road tomorrow. It's going to run about a grand though."

Holly's face turned ashen at that but she nodded her head. "I suppose I can pay it. I don't really have a choice, anyway. I just don't have anywhere to spend the night. Is there a motel around here?"

That was something I hadn't considered. The only fleabag motel in that armpit of a town was infested with hookers and drug dealers. It was not the kind of place I was willing to drop her off at. Rather than having her decide to take the risk, I just shook my head. "I'm afraid not, but you can stay in my place above the garage. Why don't you stay here until morning. You can lock yourself in and you'll be fine."

She was really nervous about it, but when I suggested she call her folks and tell them where she was, she finally accepted. I got her settled in, but part of me still didn't trust the Jackals. I ended up spending the night in the cab of my tow truck, just so I could keep an eye on the place.

It wasn't the worst night sleep I've ever had, even though I've spent more than a few nights in the cab of my truck. I was more concerned with staying awake to make sure nothing happened. I must have gotten some shut eye, because I woke up to the sound of a bunch of damn birds chirping away.

I had to just about drag myself out of my truck the next morning. I was stiff and sore and couldn't help but grumble under my breath about being such a nice guy. I mean, what the hell was the matter with me, anyway? I had a beautiful girl staying the night in my place and I chose to sleep in my truck? Since when did I become a chump?

As I came up my apartment steps, I could hear Holly moving around inside. The way her face lit up when she opened the door, and the adorable bounce in her step as she moved aside to let me in, instantly washed away my irritation. I could only smile in return as she welcomed me into my own place.

“Good morning, Jackson," she chirped happily. She seemed much more chipper and bubbly than I expected after the night she had. Her infectious and upbeat attitude had me smiling back like an idiot.

“I found some coffee in the cabinet," she went on without missing a beat. "I hope you don't mind if I brewed a pot. I needed a cup after last night and I figured you'd probably want some too.”

“Much needed,” I yawned, wondering if she hadn't already drank an entire pot. Holly continued to bounce around the small kitchenette as I shuffled over to get a cup. She was going on about not finding anything in the fridge for breakfast as I filled my mug. When I tipped it up and drained it, hot and black, Holly's eyes widened and a playful smile spread across her face.

“Wow! I've never seen anyone drink their coffee so fast. Aren't you afraid you're going to burn yourself like that?" There was just a hint of both mirth and awe in her lyrical voice. Despite my bitter mood and aching back, I felt a rush of machismo fill my chest as she watched me refill the cup.

"I hadn't even noticed," I replied as dispassionately as I could while sipping on the the second cup. As if I were somehow cursed, the searing liquid found a sensitive spot on my lip, causing me to suddenly wince.

"So I see," Holly purred with a smile, clearly enjoying my humbling.

Shortly thereafter, I left Holly to get some breakfast and the parts I needed for her car. Throughout the morning we chatted as I worked. She told me about her school and what classes she was taking, all the while leaning against my workbench and doing her best to hand me the correct tools as I asked for them.

Now, safely away from Pan Head and the Jackals, Holly seemed to be completely relaxed and she opened up about herself and her plans for the summer. She had a breezy, easy on the ears way of talking that I could listen to all day and her pleasant giggle was like an addiction. 

I'm telling you, Holly was a true beauty. Her long black hair waved down her back like a dark ocean tide and her watery blue eyes held a seductive innocence that seared into my soul. She was tall enough, but nothing compared to my own six-foot-three. Her legs were long and slender and her ass just looked amazing in her jeans. And her breasts. My God, those perfect round boobs were firm and high under her top with nipples that didn't hide at all. She wasn't wearing a bra and I couldn't help but notice how they poked right through the thin fabric of her shirt. She only wore a hint of makeup, probably because she simply didn't need it to look amazing.

It was almost four in the afternoon when I closed the hood to the Mini and fired up the engine. Holly winced and hid her face behind her hands as I turned the key. Her nerves were palpable, but when the motor came alive and purred as quietly as it had the day she bought it, her fear turned to relief and she silently mouthed the words 'Thank you!' from the other side of the garage.

"Oh, my gosh, you fixed it!" Holly glowed with delight as I revved the motor, letting it's precision mechanics mesh in motorized harmony. It was like music to her ears and she bounded over and draped her arms around my neck, hugging me as if I were her new-found hero. "Gosh, I was so worried, Jackson! I can't tell you how relieved I am."

Her joy was impossible for me to resist and I almost kissed her as she pressed her amazing breasts into my chest. "It wasn't really that hard," I told her, despite having spent most of the day on it. Still, the time had flown by with her keeping me company and I found I didn't mind spending my day with her at all.

"I don't have a thousand in cash, but I've got my credit card. There should be just enough room to cover the repair." Even through her relief, I could see that the cost was heavy for her. All through the day she'd told me how she would be living in the dorms next semester and I knew the cost of the school was already more than she could bear.

"You know what, Holly? I've enjoyed your company so much today that if you agree to have dinner with me, I'll call it even.

I don't know why I made the offer. I could barely afford to pay for those parts myself, let alone lose the labor fees. Before I even knew what I was doing, she was eagerly nodding her cute little head.

"Really? That would be wonderful! Thank you so much! I was hoping you'd ask me to dinner anyway, but fixing my car for free! There's a really nice guy hiding under inside that bad ass biker body of yours!"

Holly was bursting with gratitude. Her youthful exuberance just poured out of her and I quickly found myself swept up in her excitement. After a quick shower, we were on my bike, looking for a place to get a decent meal. Even then, having her slim body pressed against my back gave me a rush of satisfaction.

Decent is always a relative term though and I quickly realized that the normal dives I'd be comfortable at were likely to make her perfectly tanned skin crawl. It took forty minutes of riding down the interstate before we arrived at RJ's, a still fairly seedy steakhouse that at least wasn't infested by the local variety of Jackals or roaches.

It was getting late by the time we finished dinner. I was feeling almost euphoric on the ride back. My night with Holly had been a wonderful surprise but the thought that she would be leaving when we returned had me feeling down.

Once we arrived at my place, I shut off the bike and for a long moment we sat in silence as the engines roar faded away. "Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee before you go?" I asked, hoping I could at least steal a few more minutes with her.

Holly smiled sadly but shook her head no. "I'd like to. But it's getting late and I really should be going if I want to get home before my parents go to bed."

"Yeah, about that. We've both had a few drinks. It's going to be a long drive. Are you sure you're up to it? You could stay the night. I won't mind another night in the truck."

Actually, my back was already screaming at the thought. Even still, my concern for her safety, and my selfish desire to spend even just a few more hours with Holly made me silence my complaining muscles.

Holly smiled and took my hand in hers. "Maybe you're right, Jackson. I would love to get a good night's sleep, but seriously, you don't need to sleep in the truck. I don't mine sharing a bed with you tonight." I could see a slight blush color her face as she said it and she subconsciously bit her lip. Then she leaned in and kissed me tenderly in what quickly turned into a hot and passionate embrace.

We didn't say much as we headed up the stairs. All I knew was that my heart was beating wildly in my chest and no sooner had we gotten inside than we were kissing each other with a need that surprised us both.

Hungrily, I pushed her against the wall and devoured her mouth, stealing her breath away. Her lips tasted sweet and her soft moans pierced into me, lighting a roaring fire in my blood.

We pulled off each other's clothes as we stumbled to my bedroom and by the time we fell on the bed, we were both naked and exposed to each other's desire. Her lithe body was tight and toned and her tan covered her completely. She was a shy but eager lover and returned every kiss and every touch until I my hard cock throbbed with need.

"Can I suck it?" she inquired sheepishly as she took me into her small hand. I nodded and laid back into the sheets while Holly leaned down and gently kissed the spongy head.

"Ah, fuck yes," I hissed, enraptured by the velvety smoothness of her lips and the erotic beauty of her taking me deeply into her mouth. Her head became a mass of thick, black hair bobbing slowly as she sucked. I alternated between caressing her naked back and cupping her full breasts as I struggled to maintain my control over my orgasm.

Holly pulled off and glossed her wet lips along my shaft, kissing and sucking up and down before going lower to suck on my balls. "Oh, my god!" I screamed as her tongue probed and separated my nuts. I was getting close and my body grew taut as she slowly drew my orgasm out of me. Finally, in desperation before I filled her mouth with come, I pulled her off and pinned her on her back.

"Damn, Holly. That was incredible!" I whispered with a laugh and kissed her hard. Holly's tongue danced with mine and she whimpered as my fingers fluttered over her clit.

"Make love to me, okay?" she moaned. "I want to feel you inside me, baby."

My cock was wet and hard, and my urge to come still hovered in my belly. More than anything, I wanted to grant her desire but I knew I'd pop long before I could give her the satisfaction she needed. "You'll have me," I murmured with a soft kiss. "But I want to taste you first."

I drew my lips down her throat and Holly arched under me, groaning happily as my mouth descended onto her thick and protruding nipples. Holly's fingers ran through my hair, holding me to her breast as I suckled her. I rolled her nipple between my teeth, biting lightly until she whimpered in the powerful combination of pain and pleasure. "God, Jackson, you're driving me crazy baby. I need you inside me."

"Not yet, you sexy little thing. I'm going to make you scream before you get what you want." I felt a strong, mischievous urge to torture her rise in my heart and I kissed and bit at her firm skin as I moved lower down her body.

Holly was actually trembling by the time my mouth reached her pussy. She spread her thighs wide, inviting me into her saddle as I settled over her. My hot breath washed over her smoothly shaven mound and she quivered in excitement as my lips moved lightly over her clit.

I gazed up at her glowing face and felt my cock stiffen even more as a look of pure lust burned in her eyes. Her hands cupped her breasts and her fingers pinched at her nipples as my tongue flicked out and lightly licked her sensitized button.

"Oh my god," she whispered as I began sucking at her moist and pliant flesh. She was wet and puffy and the more I kissed her, the more inflamed her pussy became. Her hips were rolling slightly, angling her clit toward my mouth as her need to be sucked became impossible for her to resist. With an evil grin, I avoided her efforts, moving away at the last minute, licking and sucking on her labia and sticking my tongue deep into her as I stayed away from her clit.

"Oh god, baby, please... Please let me come... Fuck, I need it... Oh my fucking god!"

Her firm body shook and arched as her need became irresistible and just as I thought she might lose control, I brought my mouth down around her clit and sealed my lips over her wet flash. Holly gasped when my tongue lashed out and began swirling around and around her nub until I heard her breath catch in her throat. Then her whole body began to quake as her orgasm exploded through her.

Like an unstoppable tide, it rose and washed away her resistance and she writhed in ecstasy as I continued to suck on her clit. All through her come, I sucked hard until finally she was begging me to stop.

"Jackson! Oh fuck, please baby. No more! No more! I can't take it. Oh fuck!"

My face was covered in her juices and I kissed her inner thighs as she began to calm. Rising on my arms, I slid up her body until I could bring my lips to hers. Holly accepted it without hesitation, sharing her taste in a urgent and passionate kiss.

My cock was now so hard and insistent that I could no longer deny its prize. Holly seemed to sense this and I felt her small hand slither down as she guided me into her wet and ready passage.

Once I felt my head enter her, I paused, gazing into her deep blue eyes. We both were ready and I sensed her need for me to continue my exploration of her body. We kissed passionatly and with a single, hard thrust, my cock speared into her, stretching her open I slid deep into her body.

Holly's breath seemed to grow deep and she arched her neck slightly as I filled her. Her arms wrapped around my back and her slim legs hooked around mine as she held me close. Soon I was rocking hard, making the bed creak as I thrust into her. Holly's face was the picture of intense pleasure as we fucked and I could only guess what she thought of the look of animal need that must have been in my eyes.

My grip on her body tightened as my need to come grew. I slammed into her harder, succumbing to my lustful need to fill her with my seed. Holly too, must have been losing control and I gasped in pain as her nails raked my back. The powerful sensation broke my control and my balls drew up as my come exploded into her warm channel.

I growled and grunted as my body boiled in orgasm and then I felt my strength seep into her as my exhaustion overwhelmed me. Out of breath, I collapsed on her body and she cooed happily as she held me to her breast.

Holly's playful laugh was like wind chimes in my ear and she kissed my forehead as I tried to catch my breath. "Mmm, thanks baby," she cooed in my ear. "You can check my oil anytime."

*

Everything moved quickly after that. We spent all summer together, laughing and loving and to me at least, it was the best time of my whole fucking life. I don't know how she did it, but she had me in love with her from that first day. What pisses me off is I thought she felt the same way. Everything we did, we did together. We knew it would be hard once she went back to school but we knew we'd make it work. Or at least that's what I thought at the time.

Everything changed two weeks before school started. She came over one night, unannounced, and told me she was breaking things off. She wanted to see other people. She told me she was too young to settle down with a guy her age, let alone with a guy who was so much older than she was. Her parents were insisting on it, even though they seemed more than happy to see her out with me so often before.

She didn't give me a chance to plead for her to stay. She said what she had to say and left. When I tried to stop her, she whirled around and simply told me to let her go. Who was I to stop her? Was I foolish enough to think it was going to last forever? Did I even want her forever? I knew I fucking loved her, but was she really the one?

I let her go and drank myself stupid for weeks. I drowned my sorrows and loss in alcohol, hoping to forget about her. Nothing worked. Even the Jackals saw a difference in me. They all knew I hooked up with her, but now all they said was for me to forget about her. She was a no good prissy bitch. All of them said it, all except for one of the Jackal's old ladies. She came to talk to me at the bar one night. Over a cold beer, she told me straight out to snap the fuck out of it. Drinking myself numb wasn't going to work. It was time to either man up and go after her or move the fuck on.

I went home drunk and tired, but what she had said kept repeating in my mind. Could I really let Holly go and move on? The next morning I woke up and decided to stay sober. I began putting my life back together, trying to be a better person. One worthy of Holly's heart. Right then, I decided I was going to win her back.

A few weeks passed. It was early evening and I was at the bar. Even though I wasn't drinking, I still hung out there. It was a second home to me, or at least more of a home than any other I ever had. Then, of all people, Pan Head came over and sat down across the table from me. He looked mean and serious as ever. But he also seemed concerned, and that was a side of that son of a bitch I'd never seen before.

“Look, I'm only saying this because I know you are having a hard time with it and I think this might help,” he said, trying not to make direct eye contact with me. “My kid, you know, Luke, the only smart one of the bunch. Well he's going to the same school as Holly and she's dating someone new. Well, not so new, they been together more than a month. Luke only knows because he and the guy are on the same team.”

I tried to soak in the information, but it wasn't sticking. I heard bits and pieces about a frat party and how it was supposed to be one of the biggest events of the year. It just didn't seem real, not my Holly. She wouldn't move on so fast, would she? She wanted to see new people, not get into a serious relationship with someone else. The anger began to boil inside me.

“I guess they're all in love and shit. According to Luke, it's all this Sean guy talks about. He seems kind of girly to me, talking about all that shit, man. I don't know. I'm sorry if this makes it worse, but I'm only trying to do you a solid.”

I only glared at him in response and he took that as his queue to leave. My anger burned like an oil fire and I soon went home and tried to sleep. Nothing I did would bring me peace. I refused to drink a drop of booze, but man was I craving it. There had to be something I could do. I needed to hear that she loved him from her own lips...

*

By the time I reached the college, I was thinking of just turning around and riding back. The thing was, I had come too fucking far to puss out. It was now or never and I couldn't deal with the never bit. I had to see her, even if it made her angry. I missed the sight of the girl I'd fallen so madly in love with.

The frat house was easily found. It was the only one within blocks of the college throwing a party. Cars lined both sides of the road for two blocks either way. The house itself was huge, three stories high with a massive front yard and a pool out back. I just shook my head in disgust. These fucking kids lived better than a grown, working adult.

It was only about ten when I rode up. I parked my bike right in front, not giving half a shit what any of these college boys thought. My nerves were setting in and I couldn't shake the thought that this was a bad idea. The thing was, I had no other way to reach her and if I was ever going figure out what the fuck happened to her, I had to go in and ask. I set my helmet on my bike as I got off and began heading toward that house in what seemed like the longest walk of my life.

College students stared at me like I was some kind of invader as I walked up. I clearly didn't belong. My dark jeans, monogrammed leather club jacket and big black boots marked me for the biker I was. A few of the girls giggled and waved at me, but I ignored them, not caring at all for their prissy, coed asses. I had eyes for only one girl that night and they weren't her. I had no interest in a bunch of trashy little whores whose main interest was getting attention from those little boy twits. Well, that shit wasn't going to work on me.

Loud, hard driving music engulfed me the moment I entered the house. It was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think, let alone hear anyone talking to you. The smell of spilled beer and the lingering stench of those who'd already had too much to drink filled my senses. People were dancing everywhere, drinking and having a good time. I had never been to a frat party, but it really wasn't much different than most of the bars I'd spent the last ten years in. I had no idea where Holly was going to be, but I knew she'd be around here somewhere.

I scoped the main floor looking for Holly, all the while checking to see if I'd attracted any unwanted attention. Most of the pencil-necked frat boys didn't even register with me as threats, but there was this one big, hard muscled dude who looked like he could have played linebacker for the university football team.

Those motherfuckers enjoyed smashing guys up and right then, I wanted no part of that guy at all. He met my gaze without blinking and just raised a beer, kind of welcoming me to the party. All things considered, I was relieved not to be on that monsters bad side.

I was just about to head up the stairs when I bumped into a dude who stood at least two inches shorter than me. He was skinny as fuck and glared at me as if I had no right to be there. "Hey," he asked it as if I cared what the fuck he thought. "This is a private party. Is there something you want here?"

“I'm just looking for someone,” I said, trying to push past him without hiding my annoyance.

“Look buddy, I don't know who you are, but I can promise you, whoever you're looking for, she isn't going to be here. There is a trashy bar in the next town. Go find someone there.” He laughed, as if he'd made some kind of fucking joke. Right. Just my luck to run into a comedian who had a secret desire to get his ass kicked.

“Back off, asshole,” I growled, once again, trying to push past.

Out of nowhere, the dumbass fucker threw a left hook, connecting with my jaw. The dude had guts, I gave him that, but guts won't save a guy from getting his ass kicked. I gave him a hard shove, knocking him hard against the wall. "Stay the fuck there," I warned him coldly. The guy actually looked like he was going to come back for more but one look at how serious I was seemed to make him rethink his plan.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What the fuck is going on here? Who the hell are you?"

'Holy fuck! Am I going to have to fight every guy in this place!' I thought as I turned toward the new voice.

“Jackson... What are you doing here?!”

It was Holly and I froze as she moved from the side of the second speaker who I assumed must have been this 'Sean' I'd been hearing about. Holly had been holding the dudes hand and for that alone I wanted to pile drive his head into the floor.

Holly quickly let go as she met my gaze. God, she was every bit as beautiful as she was the day we met and my knees grew weak as she came close. I desperately wanted to take her in my arms and hold her but I resisted until I knew how she felt about me being there.

“I came to see you," I said as calmly as I could. "I just needed to see you again."

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the party and everyone was staring at us as if they feared I was going to start a fight.

“You know this guy?” Sean asked, pointing his finger at me while turning to Holly.

“Yeah, I know him. I just didn't think he knew where to find me. I mean, I guess he could have figured it out. Clearly he did.” Holly rambled. Even in such a dangerous situation, her awkward shyness shined through and I felt that deep attraction for her begin to grow in my heart again.

“Can we talk in private?” I stepped forward, resisting the urge to take her hands into mine.

“I really can't say no, can I? You've rode all this way to see me, so I doubt you are just going to go away.” The heat in her face darkened into a simmering anger. “Um, let's go upstairs. It's quieter.”

“Holly, what the fu--,” Sean tried to object, confused as to who I was and why she would even want to talk to a guy like me.

“Don't worry, I'm in good hands." she shot back. "I'll be back soon.”

Hearing all of this made me angry. It hurt a lot, but what could I do? At least she was willing to talk to me. She took me upstairs into one of the rooms and waited for me to say whatever it is I had to say.

“I don't even know where to begin, Holly. I never wanted to end things. I was happy. I didn't think you were feeling any different. When you said you wanted to see other people, that you were too young to date and be so serious, I tried to understand. But now you're dating that frat jock? I had to hear it from one of the fucking Jackals! Man, that is so fucked up.”

I was angry and frustrated. I paced the room as I ranted, walking from a bare wall to an empty dresser that looked like it was salvaged from a burnt out commune. A single bed was pushed into the right-hand corner, with a desk and armchair to the left of it. Nothing else was in the room. At least it gave me room to pace and I did, just like a caged lion waiting on it's dinner.

“What did I do that was so wrong? What was so wrong about us that made you want to end it? Wasn't I making you happy? You seemed happy. Was it all a lie? What could I have done to change things?”

My questions poured out and I couldn't stop myself. I finally had the chance to ask her all of those things that had been haunting me, but I wasn't given her a chance to answer them. I had too many questions too much time had built up. My anger, my hurt, and my drunken stupors. All of it just came, wave after wave of pain and sadness.

“I was happy, Jackson. I was so, so happy. My parents didn't like that I was dating an older guy, let alone one who basically lives at a bar and works on cars. They said I could do better. I didn't and don't feel that way,” Holly trembled as she spoke and tears pooled in her eyes.

One lone drop escaped and slid down her cheek. “I went on a few dates with other guys, but none of them clicked. I met Sean and he was the only one I could even tolerate, so I just stayed. Please, you have to understand, things moved so fast!” she cried out, throwing her hands up, as though she was defeated.

Seeing her hurting was more than I could take and my frustration and anger evaporated in the warmth I felt for her. “Holly, please. I don't want to cause issues with your family, baby, but damn girl, I love you. Like, I am madly in love with you. Don't you understand? I have never felt this way about someone before.” My words came out like liquid fire, giving me relief to admit them to her. I could see her blue eyes watering more.

Finally I stepped forward and embraced her tightly. Her arms slide behind my open jacket, wrapping around me tightly as she buried her face into my shirt. She sobbed, gulping down tears as she tried to get her own words together.

“Oh God, Jackson, I really wasn't sure. I had no idea. I wanted it to be true, but I didn't think you'd be in love with someone so young. Everyone kept telling me that I was just a good time for you. God, I was so stupid! I should have known. I love you too, baby. I have since the day we met.”

Her words were magic to my ears and not believing them, I lifted her chin so she could look me in the eye. “Are you for real about this? Are you serious?” It all felt like a dream and I was terrified that I would suddenly wake up to find it all was nothing but smoke and vapor.

“I'm so serious,” she said, before reaching up and kissing me.

Our lips connected and even after all this time the effect of having her in my arms was powerful. I could taste her lip gloss, the taste of rum and a mixture of her tears all combined together. My tongue wrestled with hers, feeling her moan against my lips. I squeeze her closer to me, the heat of our passion growing. My erection stirred in my jeans, pressing against her warm body.

I wanted her, right then and there, but I couldn't make love to her in that house. She deserved better. There would be none of that cheap, quick sex with her. Besides, I had no doubt that someone like Sean would soon come knocking or worse, bust in on us.

“Come with me. Let's leave, right now. Just get your things and come back to my place,” I said as we broke our kiss and I dried her tears with my thumbs.

“I thought you'd never ask,” she breathed, letting out a slight sob.

Making our way back downstairs, Sean and the other guy were right where we left them. Both frat boys glared at me, as if they wanted to go another round.

“I'm sorry, I can't do this, Sean,” Holly said, bringing my attention back to her as she grabbed her purse. “I'm in love with Jackson. That's why I've never been able to fully commit to you. That's why we've never had sex. I couldn't do it. I have to go. I have to be with him. I don't mean to hurt you, but I have to be honest with myself.”

Sean bristled at her rejection and I swear to God if he'd insulted her I would have handed him his heart. Both of them began to step between me and the door, but right then, that big linebacker came up with a couple of beers. "I think you two boys need to have a drink and settle down. It looks to me like the lady has made up her mind and y'all need to accept that."

Relieved to have gotten his support, I nodded to him in thanks. We headed to my bike and she climbed on, right where she belonged. I revved my bike hard, being the asshole that I know I can be, I laid down a line of rubber as we flew off.

Taking a lot less time going home, we still rode in the comfort of the bikes unending drone. All I needed was her holding onto me as I rode to be happy. Her head rested against my back as we zoomed down the highway. The broken white lines flying by under us as we neared our home.

*

Once back at my place, we dropped our things and embraced as we always had. Tears fell from both our eyes as our clothing dropped and our lips entangled into hot kisses of passion and rekindled love. Holly moaned into my mouth and I sucked them in, greedy for every sound. Making our way to the bedroom, I kicked the door open and dropped her lightly on the bed.

Holly gasped as my lips trailed down over her collarbone, nipping her flesh as I reached her nipples. Sucking them into my mouth, I flicked them until they grew hard into tight little buds. I scraped my teeth along them as her hands gripped my head, holding me against her as if she feared the moment would suddenly end. Grinding my hips into her, my cock pressed along her slit. She felt so warm and wet that my cock slid easily over her pussy, coating my shaft in her juices. I relished the sensation, not yet wanting to enter her. But even the heat of her pussy made me want to explode.

Pacing myself, I kissed down her body, lifting her legs up and apart, causing her to squeal out. I buried my face into her depths and lapped at her with long strokes, dipping my tongue into her hole before working up the length towards her clit. Gripping it between my lips, I allowed my tongue to flick against the tip, before releasing and repeating the cycle again. I could feel her legs shaking under me, her hands gripping the blankets in white-knuckled lust. Her head was thrown up and eyes closed with her mouth agape while moaning out my name.

Never did she look more beautiful than she did at that very moment. My tongue fucked her hot little pussy and I lowered her slightly so I could use one of my hands. Sliding into her, I began to finger fuck her with a gentle rhythm, my mouth sucking hard on her clit while I watched her entire body react to the sensual assault.

When her orgasm hit, it was sudden. A blood curdling, lust-filled moan escaped her perfect mouth, catching my name between a quick intake of air. Her legs locked tightly, quivering as she came for me. I lightened my touch, easing her through the orgasm until I knew she has finished. When she did, her legs dropped apart, giving me room to crawl back up to her. She grabbed me by my hair, pulling me into a deep, soulful kiss.

Wrapping her legs around me, she rolled us over until I was flat on my back. With her hands pressed against my chest, she lifted her hips as I angled my cock upright. With a deep sigh, she slowly lowered down, engulfing me inside her silken sheath. Her eyes locked on mine, her nails digging into my chest, she let out a series of soft, whimpering moans.

Balls deep inside her, my hands moved to her hips as we began to move together. We rode blissfully as the wind picked up outside, circling through the window and stirring our senses with the scent of the surrounding woods. The heavy sound of rain pattering against the roof beat to the same rhythm that we rode together. Holly grimaced lustfully and bore down hard as I stroked up inside her. I felt her grow tighter around me as my own arousal thickened my cock.

She rode me faster. Leaning down, she bit my lower lip, tugging on it before she lets go. She kissed me over and over, sucking my lip each time. My mind was awash in the moment and each kiss was like a fine wine, beautiful and intoxicating. Th sound of her ass smacking against my thighs as she fucked me drove me wild and I moved my hands over her butt, gripping her pale mounds tightly. I thrust up more, fucking her deeper and causing a deep moan to issue from her lips.

Growling, I rolled us back over, throwing one of her legs up over my shoulder and driving deep inside her. Moaning together, I sank deeply in, grinding my hips into her before I began to thrust hard. By then, I was consumed by my arousal and I fucked her hard, making her body shake every time I hit bottom.

Holly's eyes were glazed with need she tremble as I used my hand to caress her clit. She bucked up into me, searching for that last touch before her body rippled with tension and her orgasm rolled through her. One after another, orgasm after orgasm, they rolled through her like shock-waves. "Fuck me, Jackson, you're making me come baby. You're making me come so hard!”

Her words inflamed my lust and I gave her no mercy, fucking her as deeply and hard as I could. I owned her, showing her she was mine, and would never be anyone else's. I branded her with my love, forever marking her soul as part of my own.

I watched with baited breath as her orgasm tore through her. Pulling her up, I kissed her neck and held her tight as she straddled me. Stroking her back, I let my cock rest inside her, staying hard and feeling her quivering from the aftermath of her orgasmic ride.

Her long, dark hair was down, clinging to her sweat-soaked body as it cascaded over her back. I caressed the softness of her lower skin with her head resting on my shoulder. Her hot breath flowed down my chest as she sighed, her arms wrapped around me, holding me close into her.

After a few moments, she slipped off me and onto her hands and knees.

“I want you to come, baby. I want to feel you fill me. I've missed your touch too much,” she said, looking over her shoulder and back at me, with a slight wiggle of her butt.

Laughing, I slapped her ass as I move behind her. Grabbing her hips roughly, I thrust myself back inside her. My cock drove down, penetrating her depths and sending an electric charge through my body. Her slick pussy clenched around me as I began to thrust. She leaned back into me, my body bouncing off her ass as I fucked her hard.

I sucked my thumb just enough to get it wet and then pushed its tip into her ass.

"Fuck! What was that!" Holly squealed and began to bounce harder into me, wanting more of this new sensation. Her animalistic side roared out, causing her to growl and moan, the beast within her escaping. The tension built in my balls, begging to come and screaming for its ultimate release.

I grabbed her arms with my free hand, using them as a brace, I fucked her deep. Her body contorting in such a way that maximized my satisfaction. Seeing her under me like that and succumbing to my strength made me lust for her as much as I love her.

I slammed once more, my body stilling, as jets of come filled her pussy. Coming hard, I moved my hips as she rolled back into me, milking me dry. Our bodies naturally moved to a lying position with me on top and still inside her. I wrapped my arms around her as she circled her hips, teasing my cock as it slowly softened.

“I fucking love you, Holly. Be mine again, don't leave, I couldn't handle it again.” My words slid over her back, rolling over her neck and into her ear.

“I'm not going anywhere, Jackson. I fucking love you too,” she giggled, shyly and saying it as if the word itself still held a taboo. “Telling my parents will be fun, but I don't care. You're worth it. You're not so scary, Mr. Biker dude.”

Her words made me smile. Rolling off of her, I pulled her back into my arms, kissing her forehead. We talked through the rest of the night. Speaking of what we wanted and how we'd tell her parents of her choice. The sun had long come up before we finally fell asleep, listening to the birds chirping and the forest animals chattering.

I knew I finally found the one. No one would have convinced me my one true love was the college girl next door type, but the heart wants what it wants and I'm not about deny mine. I know chasing after this girl was the best thing I've ever done with my life. Now I'm going to spend the rest of it making her happy and loving her like she deserves.