Chapter Six
Stone
“Have you got wraps in your pocket, ya little shit?” Dad asked with a smirk. “Mark my words, if you knock that girlie up, her people will come lookin’ for you with a damned pitchfork.” He smirked. “Though seein’ you beat his ass would make my day. That Jerome Bell’s a snooty fucker.”
I sat back in my chair, hands clenching into fists on the kitchen table. “Don’t talk about my girl like that, Dad. What happens between me and Elise will stay between us.” My lips gave a little twitch. “You’re right about her dad, though. Have you seen the way he fawns over Bert Henderson? Reminds me of a slimy toad.”
“That toad will be your father-in-law one day.” Dad took the seat opposite me at the table and lounged back without a care in the world. “I asked you if you’ve got wraps. Do you have fuckin’ wraps?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I got wraps. It doesn’t mean I’ll use ‘em tonight, though. I want Leesy’s first time to be special.”
“You’ve arranged all this for her birthday, boy. Don’t try and tell me you’re not plannin’ on gettin’ your dick wet.” Dad waggled his eyebrows.
I looked to the heavens and heaved out a breath. “Someone up there hates me. Only I could get saddled with the only dad in Hambleton who wants to talk about sex with his offspring. I must’ve been a real bastard in a past life.”
“You’re a real bastard now,” Dad muttered, taking a pull of his beer before pointing toward his head. “See this grey? That’s on you, fucker.”
I barked a laugh. “It’s on the brothers playin’ up, the gunrunning, and weed selling. I’m a damned angel compared to the boys—”
“Who’s a damned angel?” Mom said from the doorway.
I craned my neck to reply, but instead, my jaw dropped.
Leesy stood next to my ma with her beautiful blonde hair curled at the ends and her face lightly made up. Her blue dress, molded to her lush body, was held up by tiny shoulder straps.
I stood in a daze, my mouth as dry as the damned Sahara.
Elise usually wore jeans and baggy tees. I knew she had a good figure, but I’d never seen her look so sexy. Her dress accentuated her hourglass body and rounded boobs and hips to perfection. In the thirty minutes Mom had helped her get ready for our date, she’d transformed from a beautiful girl into a gorgeous woman.
“Jesus,” I murmured, my cock thickening in my jeans.
Dad gave me a nudge and muttered, “Just as well, you’ve got them wraps, boy. Wouldn’t be shocked if your hard-on was seen from outer space.” He looked at Mom and cackled.
Ma rolled her eyes.
Elise’s face burned with embarrassment.
I looked to the heavens and cursed.
Dad nudged me. “Well, don’t just stand there, ya little pissant. Go get your girl.”
My feet moved toward Elise, who, thank God, had her hand up to her mouth by then to hide her giggles. Taking her fingers, I stroked her thumb with mine. “Are you ready, baby?”
Her beautiful smile lit up her entire face. “Come on, before your dad humiliates us some more.”
Pop cackled again.
“Donny!” Mom snapped. “Behave.”
The old bastard sauntered over to Mom, tagged her waist, and planted a kiss on her mouth. “We could still show these young’uns a thing or two, Queenie.”
Face paling, I almost balked.
It was bad enough for Dad to try to rev Mom up with me in the same room, but doing it in front of Elise was mortifying.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Grabbing Leesy’s hand, I pulled her through the back door and out into the warm evening sunshine, calling, “See ya later.”
Elise’s steps faltered as she looked up and noticed my truck parked outside. “Aren’t we going on your bike?”
“Not with you in that dress, baby.” I spun her so she faced me, crowding her until her back hit the passenger door of the truck. “You look stunning.” I lowered my face and touched my mouth to hers, sucking gently on her bottom lip.
She let out a soft groan, and my cock kicked in my jeans.
The instant Elise turned sixteen, I saw her differently. She grew up almost overnight, turning from a child to a woman instantaneously. My girl was beautiful and sexy in a sweet, wholesome way. I wanted her and knew I’d make love to her eventually. But deep down, something worried me. Physically, Elise was an adult, but I wondered if she needed more time to grow up and become who she was always meant to be before I took her virginity.
However, since my birthday, I’d seen her maturity. I’d noticed how Elise’s extreme shyness sometimes masked her capabilities. My duchess handled the club and what went on without batting an eyelash. Over the weeks, she’d become closer to Mom and Iris, hanging out with them in the kitchen more and coming out of her shell.
I was beginning to see I’d been wrong. Leesy’s shy demeanor didn’t equate to weakness. If anything, it made her stronger, because not only did she have to get through everyday life like the rest of us, but she had to do it battling herself, too.
And it made me love her even more.
As I kissed my girl silly, leaning against my battered old truck, I decided those condoms would be put to good use later.
The sound of Elise’s giggle wrapped around my heart, hugging it lovingly.
Just for a second, I ingested it, made it part of me, so on the cold, lonely nights when I missed her until it hurt, I could draw some comfort from it.
My fingers tied the cloth of the black bandana securely. “Can you see anything?”
“No,” she replied softly with another sweet laugh. “I can’t wait to find what you’ve been up to.”
“It’s a surprise,” I muttered. “No peeking.” Throwing the truck door open, I jumped out and jogged around the hood. Then, I opened Leesy’s door and gathered her securely in my arms, bridal style.
“What are you up to, Stone?” she demanded, her fingers touching the bandana covering her eyes.
“Like I said. It’s a surprise, baby.” I began to pick my way carefully over the uneven ground leading toward our special spot at the creek.
It had taken a week of careful planning to arrange this for my girl. Elise wasn’t impressed by grand gestures or expensive gifts. The thought of going to a fancy restaurant filled her with dread, so to make her birthday memorable, I’d had to improvise.
Elise’s arms slid around my neck, and she laid her face against my chest. “I love you so much,” she whispered. “If I forget later, I want you to know I had an amazing time tonight.”
A stabbing pain shot through my chest.
Leaving Leesy would be heart-wrenching. It was why I’d gone to so much trouble tonight. I wanted us both to have something to remember, something that was just ours. In a few days, I’d have to leave my girl, and the consequences of my decision were beginning to wear on me.
Still, we had tonight and a couple more days together, and I was determined to ingrain her so deeply inside me that even when she was a thousand miles away, I’d still feel her.
A wide grin spread across my face the second I caught sight of the spot where I’d arranged for my brothers to set up. I had to admit, they’d outdone themselves. It looked amazing. Tiny lights hung on the branches of our tree, giving the area an almost ethereal vibe. On the ground, they’d laid a blanket on which they’d placed a portable cassette player and Tupperware tubs filled with food. Dimly lit lanterns had been positioned strategically around the blanket, which added to the overall romantic feel.
It was perfect.
“Putting you down now,” I told my girl, placing her gently on her feet. Moving toward her back, I placed my hands on her shoulders and bent forward to murmur in her ear. “You ready, baby?”
She dipped her chin. “Yes.”
“Here we go.” Slowly, I pulled on the knot.
The instant it fell, Elise opened her eyes, and with a gasp, her hands flew to her mouth. “John! It’s beautiful.”
I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Happy birthday, Duchess.”
She spun to face me and flung her arms around my neck. “It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you.”
My hands slid around her tiny waist, and I inhaled her sweet jasmine scent, committing it to memory. “You’re welcome, baby.” Pulling back, I took her hand before lacing our fingers together and leading my girl toward the tree.
Elise squeezed my hand. “How did you do this? We’ve been together most of the day.”
I glanced down at her. “As soon as we left, Abe and Mammoth came down to herd everyone away. The guys set the lights up, and Iris came down with the food while Mom helped you get ready.”
She beamed. “It’s the best birthday gift ever.”
Helping her down onto the blanket, I laughed at her teasing tone. Reaching over and pressing play on the cassette player. ‘Is This Love’ by Whitesnake—our song—began to softly fill the night air.
Her green eyes darkened. “Every time I hear this, I think of you. It always seems to play for us in beautiful moments. Who knew the town’s bad boy could be so romantic?”
“You must’ve put me on the right path, Duchess, ‘cause I’m no bad boy when it comes to you.” I touched my mouth to hers, whispering against her lips, “I’m a damned pussycat.”
Elise let out a soft moan before deepening our kiss. Soft fingers trailed across my jean-clad thigh, moving dangerously close to my hardening cock.
I’d never kissed much before—honestly, it didn’t turn me on with other women—but as I inhaled her peppermint and cherry Chapstick taste, it hit me that kissing Elise was a way to connect on a deeper level. Something about her just did it for me. I couldn’t put my finger on what. Perhaps it was simply how she made me feel like I could rule the world as long as she stood by my side.
Everything inside screamed at me to snake my hands up her dress and taste the rest of her, but I wanted to eat, talk, smile, and laugh. Tonight wasn’t just about sex; it was more about conveying how much I loved her.
Breaking our connection was one of the hardest things I’d had to do, and my dick certainly didn’t thank me, but I pulled back regardless and nuzzled my nose against hers. “Love you, Leesy. Happy birthday.”
Her jade-green eyes, heavy with desire, darted between mine. “Love you too, Johnny.”
Leaning toward the cooling bag, I snagged a couple of cans of soda from inside, opened one, and handed it to Elise. “Steve called while you were with Mom freshening up. We’ve got an appointment at nine-thirty to view the warehouses and the land.” Opening my pop, I took a swig before looking thoughtfully at the land all around us. I swept an arm out. “All this could be ours tomorrow if we agree to buy it.”
I caught a flash of panic behind Leesy’s wide-eyed gaze. “John. It’s your decision. I won’t tell you what to do with your money, and I don’t want to be named on the deeds. Eventually, it will be your club and businesses, not mine. If you want the land, buy it. I’ll support you either way.”
“But we’ll be in it together,” I protested. “If anything happens to me, I want you to be looked after.”
“The club and business will go to our kids,” she argued. “Later, when you build me that house you talked about, put me on those deeds.”
“What if something happens to me at boot camp or when I go into my platoon? I need to know you’ll be okay—”
Leesy flung herself at me, effectively cutting me off. “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.” Her hands framed my face, and she glared at me with tears in her eyes. “Don’t even think it.”
“We have to be practical, baby,” I explained. “Anything could happen.”
“No, John!” she exclaimed vehemently. “You’ll do your three years, learn your trade, and come home to me. Promise me now.”
“Leesy. I—”
“Promise me, John,” she demanded.
My chest tingled with warmth because as much as I hated seeing Leesy upset, I loved how she loved me so desperately. She was a part of me now. I wouldn’t be the same man without her.
I touched my mouth to hers, never breaking eye contact. “Whatever happens, wherever I am in the world, baby, I’ll always come home to you.” I fished inside my pocket and pulled out a small box. “This is for you, Leesy. Happy birthday.”
Her forehead furrowed as she took the gift. “What’s this?” She opened the lid and gasped.
“It’s a promise ring, Duchess,” I explained as she took the white gold ring out of the box. “See that knot?”
Elise nodded, running her finger over the curved loop the ring had been shaped into.
“They call it an infinity knot. Or a Celtic love knot. It’s the symbol of never-ending love and unity. It represents us.” Gently, I took it from her and slid it onto her ring finger. “When I come home, I’ll ask your dad for permission and replace the knot with a diamond. It’s my promise to you.” I tilted her chin up with a finger and stared into her beautiful eyes. “In the meantime, I wanna ask you a different question, one just as meaningful for me. Will you be my ol’ lady?”
Elise’s eyes widened. “Really?”
I rubbed the ring on her finger with my thumb. “Yeah. Really.”
Moisture filled her eyes. “There’s nothing I’d love more than to be your ol’ lady, John Stone.” She beamed up at me. “I love you so much.”
My face lowered, and I took Leesy’s cherry Chapstick mouth, marveling at the softness of her plump, bee-stung lips as I deepened our kiss. She groaned quietly into my mouth, and my cock sprang to life as her hands slid to my ass and she pulled me against her heated groin.
There was no turning back after that. The night had been perfect, and making her mine in every way seemed like the natural progression. I didn’t want to leave without experiencing everything I possibly could with my girl.
I kissed Elise like I’d been starved of her. Our tongues clashed together, and she let out a little whimper. I’d always been so gentle with her—like she was made of porcelain—so when she returned my embrace with so much pent-up passion, I almost came there and then.
Ensuring not to break our kiss, I locked an arm around Elise’s spine and lowered her onto the ground until she lay flat on her back. I covered her body with mine, taking care not to give her my full weight.
With a soft moan, Elise ran her fingers through my hair, her nails scraping my scalp. She broke our kiss and whispered, “I want you, John. Please don’t stop.”
My relief was palpable. As much as I wanted this, I would’ve held off if my girl wasn’t ready. Still, I wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing and that she wasn’t acting on desire alone. “Are you sure, Duchess? We can stop for a minute so you can catch your breath and think.”
She looked up at me, her eyes shining with a hint of lust and a lot of love. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Stone. How can I catch my breath when just being with you takes it away?”
Her words hit me somewhere deep inside, and the warmth I always felt in my heart when I was with her intensified. The air around us thickened with emotion, and I knew no other moment would ever be as perfect as this one.
I reached out and brushed a strand away from her face, my fingers trembling slightly in anticipation of what was about to happen as they trailed down her dress. “I’ll go slow, baby. I’ll make it good for you.”
“I’m not scared, John,” Elise whispered. “I’ve never wanted anything more.” She trembled as my fingers swept over her nipple. “I want you to show me what to do.”
My hand covered hers and slid it downward until it cupped my denim-covered dick. “Run your nails up and down it, baby.”
Elise did as she was told, trailing her fingertips up and down my cock until I shuddered. “That’s it, Duchess. You’re fucking perfect.” I reached down to pop the buttons of my fly open before pulling back to give my girl room to touch me.
Over the next five minutes, I instructed Elise in the art of jacking me off. She was a fast learner, considering she’d never done anything like this before. I’d been with women, some much older, who’d been around the block, but Leesy’s soft sighs and eager touches drove me wild. She was mine; nobody else had been where I was at that moment, and it only made what we were about to do more profound.
Leesy shivered beneath me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I lowered the straps holding up her dress and reached back, slowly pulling her zipper down as I kissed her neck, before moving to her collarbone, tasting her sweet skin as I went lower.
Elise pulled her arms free of the straps, allowing me to move the bodice of her dress down to reveal her white lace bra. I reveled in her little moans and whimpers, spurring me on as I gently lowered the cups to expose her pale, rounded breasts.
“Jesus, Leesy,” I rasped, gazing at her body in awe. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
“I want to see you, too,” she whispered, pushing my tee up my chest.
I got to my knees and whipped it up and over my head, dropping it on the ground beside us. Gently, I moved Elise’s dress down, motioning for her to lift her ass as I pulled it over her hips and down her legs until she lay there in just her white bra and panties.
My hands went to my jeans, and I pushed them down over my ass until my cock sprang free. I fisted it, getting more turned on as I watched Elise’s gaze lower to my groin, and her eyes widened. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll get you ready for me,” I assured her. “Need to ask you one last time, though. Are you sure?”
Her eyes raised to mine. “I’ve never been surer of anything, John Stone. I want you. If you stopped now, I think I’d die.”
My mouth hitched. “Well, I don’t want that.” My finger traced around the lace cups of her bra before circling her hard, pink nipple. I lowered my head, taking it into my mouth and almost groaning out loud at Elise’s soft moan filling the night air.
Like a man possessed, I nipped at the soft skin between her breasts before running soft kisses over her smooth, flat belly and dipping down to the skin just above her panties.
Elise’s hips jumped involuntarily, and she whimpered softly.
I wanted to make her feel good and get her body ready for what was to come. The wetter and more relaxed she was, the easier it’d be. I hated the thought of hurting her, but I was bigger than average and knew she’d experience some pain. It was my job, though, to make it as pleasurable as possible.
My fingers slid under the sides of her bikini briefs, pulling them down her hips and off until all she was left in was her bra with the cups so skewed it hid nothing. “Spread your legs for me, Duchess. I wanna touch you.”
Pulling back, I watched as she bit her lip nervously before slowly opening her thighs. Automatically, she went to cover herself with her hands. “No, baby,” I ordered gently, taking her fingers in mine and lifting them above her head. “There’s no need to hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful.”
I released one of Leesy’s hands, trailing a finger over one breast and her stomach until it rested on her pretty, pink pussy. Slowly, I began to circle her clit, watching closely for any adverse reaction.
To my relief, her nipples pebbled, and she moaned in pleasure.
If she’d shown signs of not liking me touching her, I would’ve stopped. It would’ve killed me, but I wanted her to enjoy everything we did together, so I was determined that her first time would be memorable for all the right reasons.
I wanted to taste her, to make her come on my face. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed, but I knew she wasn’t ready. One day, she would be, but we’d work up to it. Elise was so shy and self-conscious; I didn’t want to spook her and push her into more than she could handle.
There was no rush. We had the rest of our lives.
My pleasure wasn’t important. All I cared about was building my girl up by trailing my fingers over every inch of her skin until she whimpered and moaned, and I watched goose bumps scatter over her flesh. I gently rubbed and circled her clit with my fingers, and as she became wetter, I pushed a finger inside my girl’s sweet pussy, preparing her to take me.
It didn’t take long before she began to moan and writhe. Over the years, I’d been taught by the whores how to use my fingers and tongue, and I utilized every lesson on Elise. I changed things around and started to fuck her gently with two fingers while grinding the heel of my palm against her clit.
Within seconds, I felt her walls clench around my fingers. “Please don’t stop,” she begged.
Seeing her writhing, almost naked on the blanket and so turned on, made me hornier than a bull in heat. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby,” I told her.
Her pussy clenched again at my words, and I smiled inwardly.
My mouth could get dirty on occasion, but Leesy wasn’t used to it, and I didn’t want to embarrass her by going too far. All she needed was enough to push her in the right direction, so I murmured over and over how beautiful and sexy she was and how good she felt when I touched her.
Elise’s chest heaved, and her breaths came harder. A pink flush spread across her throat and down her chest, and I knew she was close.
I pressed a little harder, applying more pressure until she let out a loud whimper. Her hips shot upward, and with a soft cry, she began to orgasm over my fingers.
Quickly, I moved over her, grinding my bare cock against her pussy until a rush of warm wetness enveloped me.
The expression on her face as she came was exquisite. Her hips thrashed, and her fingers dug into my arm so hard that she made small moon-like indents on my skin. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, and she let out a long, low moan.
I reached inside the pocket of my skewed jeans, pulling out a small, square foil packet and tearing it open with my teeth. After slipping on the wrap, I crawled on top of my girl, settling my weight on her and holding her face with my hands.
“Are you sure?” I asked earnestly, staring deep into her eyes.
“Yes,” she replied, without hesitation, though her green orbs were still dazed from her orgasm. “I want you. The thought of you leaving without this kills me, John.”
I tucked a hand under her knee, pulling her leg up and over my hip. “I’ll go slow, baby.”
“What if I don’t want you to?” she whispered.
The corner of my mouth hitched. “I’ll still go slow because the thought of hurting you is like stabbing a knife through my own heart, Duchess. It’s unbearable.”
Slowly, I pushed my hips forward, moaning as I met the tight, wet warmth of her pussy. The need to surge inside her was almost overwhelming, but I clenched my jaw and counted to ten, trying to take my mind off the snugness of her heated core.
Sex, for me, had always been a physical act—a way to let loose and use up the surplus energy that being a young man gave me. But with Elise, it was more. My heart was involved, and in that moment, I’d never been closer to any other human in my life.
As I pushed my cock deeper inside my woman, one slow, agonizing inch at a time, I almost heard the air crackle in my ears. It was as if the world around us had shrunk until we were the only people in existence, the only people who mattered.
After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a minute, my cock was finally fully seated inside her. I lowered my face and kissed Elise softly. “I love you, Duchess, heart and soul.” My voice, usually deep, came out strangled. The urge to tip her pelvis up and slam inside her was so strong that I consciously had to hold myself back.
It was as if she could feel my struggle because Leesy’s hand slid across my ass before she pulled me deeper inside her. “Please, John. I need you to move.”
I couldn’t have stayed still if I wanted to. Gently, I pulled out before sinking my cock deep inside her again, slowly repeating the action over and over.
“Am I hurting you?” I gritted out.
“A little,” she said with a whimper. “But it’s a different pain. A good pain.”
“Baby.” I buried my face in her throat as I thrust gently into her wet heat. “You feel so amazing, so fuckin’ tight. It’s never been like this for me. I dunno how long I can last.”
Elise’s eyes softened. “I don’t need you to last, John. You made me feel good already. It’s okay.”
It had been years since I’d had sex, and even then, it was nowhere near as beautiful as having Elise underneath me. That may have been why I couldn’t hold anything back from her. After years of meaningless sex and using women to let off steam, I finally had something good and honest.
Resting my forehead against hers, my throat went tight. “Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” I circled my hips, slowly grinding my cock inside her snug pussy, and moaned as a tell-tale tingle spread across my lower spine.
“Gonna come,” I uttered. “Jesus, Leesy. I can’t hold back.”
Her reply was to sink her nails into my ass and pull me deeper. “Harder, John.”
Her demand was my undoing. With a shout, I planted deep. My dick erupted so forcefully that tiny lights sparked behind my eyes. Every inch of my skin felt as if it was on fire as I powered into her, filling the condom with streams of my cum.
After I emptied my balls, I lay there, spent and panting as Leesy trailed her fingers up and down my spine. My chest heaved, and my heart hammered with the after-effects of my climax.
“I love you, John,” Elise whispered. “I’m so happy I saved it for you. Thank you for making my birthday memorable.”
I stared down at her, throat aching with emotion as my gaze roamed over her face.
I’d have done anything to stay in that perfect moment forever. For a split second, I wished I could stop time marching forward and stay with Leesy, in our bubble, for the rest of our lives. My love for her settled low in my gut, and I knew I’d remember this moment for the rest of my days.
Elise Bell was mine, and I was hers.
Forever and always.