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11 - Fred.

“You may not be Prince Charming, Fred, but you are definitely my savior.”Dolores’s face glows in the light of the flames of the cottage burning behind us as we drive away. I couldn’t go back there with her – not now after what happened. I’ve got somewhere better for her now. And a more certain future.“I’m sorry, Dolores. For everything I put you through.”“Don’t apologize,” she replies, squeezing my hand. “I owe you my life.”“That’s no excuse for my behavior. I was afraid, Dolores. Afraid of pulling you into my life. Afraid of hurting you. Corrupting you.”“You hurt me more by rejecting me,” she says, driving a dagger into my heart. “I cried my eyes out.”God, I’m such an idiot.Never in my life have I wanted to be around a woman so badly. And what did I do? I pushed her away.Her purity drew me in, changed me, broke down my defenses and professionalism, and changed me. Made me a new man. Maybe I wasn’t just afraid of hurting her; maybe I was afraid of what I would become if I cont

12 - Dolores.

I knew Fred’s cock was huge, but seeing it from this angle and then taking it into my mouth makes me appreciate it even more.It makes me think of being at the dentist’s office. “Open wide” is taking on a whole new meaning.Is it possible to break your jaw around a penis? I guess I’m going to find out.I do my best to be aware of my teeth as his rigid, hot shaft slides between my lips. I’m ashamed of the fact that I have no idea what I’m doing, but when Fred grabs the back of my head and begins to thrust, effectively fucking my mouth, I realize that I don’t have to know; he’s in complete control.“Good girl,” he purrs, pumping in and out. “Please your daddy just like that.”Something warm and salty spills onto my tongue. It must be pre-cum, and I swallow it eagerly. All it does is turn me on even more. Fred reaches back and caresses me with one hand, causing my legs to jump. I’m still sensitive from what he just did to me, but my body is already begging for more.“You look so pretty s

13 - Dolores.

Six years later…“Two terms. I knew it all along.”I turn and look at Fred, who is washing dishes at the sink and frown. “You did not! You said you thought my dad was a crooked politician!”Fred shakes his head and laughs. “No, I said he probably was a crooked politician like the rest of them. I’m happy to be proved wrong.”“And he’s happy to be proved wrong that you’re not trying to kill me,” I tease, going in for a kiss. Fred ducks out of the way at the last possible second and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.I let out a little shriek just as Luke comes charging into the kitchen like a madman.“Momma!” he cries out, waving his toy sword around, doing his best Conan the Barbarian impression.“Hey, honey! Where is Papa? He’s supposed to be watching you.”“He’s outside—”“Right here,” my father says, coming in from out back. He looks tired, but happily so. His second term as governor is taking a lot out of him, so he relishes every minute he gets to spend with the

DELUXE: THE MUSE.

“What are those things you have there?”I jerk up, startled. His question washes over me like a wave upon a shore, and I shoot him my most insincere smile. He edges closer, his eyes dead set on mine, his steps firm, curiousity wafting off his sharp features as he picks up the sketch. Shit, I really didn't see him coming. I thought he had his hands full with his customers.He stared at the sketch for what felt like hours, but was just five minutes, and set it down in front of me. Our eyes lock, and I know I'm about to be fucked. Hard.Well, it won't matter as long as he's the one doing the fucking.“You know what would be much better, baby girl?”I gulp, shaking my head. The tease in his tone is making my toes curl.Before I can process what is happening, he takes his shirt off, and pushes his pants down. I stifle a gasp as his hardened cock springs free, dangling as he strikes a pose.“Sketch me. Up close, and personal.”—Ever since Waverly discovered the lush pub at the corner down

2 - Waverly.

A door clicks shut across the room behind me, the sound nearly lost beneath the music and hum of conversation. I’d never hear it if I weren’t so freaking attuned, my ears constantly straining for him.My heartbeat trips—then restarts at double-time.My grip tightens on my pencil.“Red alert,” Maria breaks off to say, her eyes widening and flicking over my shoulder. “Mayday, mayday.”Lips pursed, I nod and flick my sketchbook to another page. An innocent page, with a sketch I did earlier of two regulars sharing a smoke just outside the bar doorway, their hands cupped against the wind.Nothing to see here. No weirdly loving sketches of a man I’ve barely met; a man who must be twenty years older than me, with the fine lines and silver flecks to prove it. No, sir.“Okay?” Kyle mutters as he slides behind the bar, his dark eyes flicking to me before settling on his employee. Maria nods furiously, scrubbing at the bar top harder than before, the cloth squeezed tight in her hand.Yeah, turns

3 - Kyle.

Waverly high-tails away from me across the bar, her golden ponytail swishing behind her. She’s in a sage green dress tonight, the fabric dancing around her thighs, while leather boots cling to her calves.My nostrils flare as I watch her leave, sucking in a sharp breath. Why is it always so hard to watch that young woman walk away from me? Why does it feel so wrong?She’s too young for you, asshole, a voice mutters in my head. It’s my voice, because I’ve been telling myself the same thing for months. It’s been one hell of a long, frustrating summer.But Waverly is too young, too sweet, too shy, too everything for a cranky old bastard like me to be panting after her. Better to not go there, to not let my thoughts stray in that direction, because if I get caught up in thoughts of Waverly flushed and begging on her knees, blue eyes wide, her ponytail wrapped around my fist—Shit.Now I’m sporting wood in my own damn bar.The locals lounge in their regular booths, surrounded by half-empty

4 - Kyle.

My own eyes glower back at me, my gaze harsh and unwavering from the page. It’s a portrait from the shoulders up, shelves of bottles blurring behind me in the background, and it’s drawn in such painstaking detail that a loud buzzing sound fills my brain.Because… my stubble. My mouth. That tiny scar notched in my earlobe, from a stray fishing hook when I was a boy. The tired lines at the corners of my eyes. It’s all there, every last detail of me—like looking in a mirror, except more flattering somehow.When did Waverly look at me so closely? When did she stare long enough to draw this? And did she like what she saw?Guilt twists my gut, but I’m in too deep to stop now. Screw my eternal soul; screw the last shreds of my restraint. Tossing a glance at the bathroom door, I flip back to the very first page of the sketchbook and start working my way through.There’s the bar from outside, set against the forest and mountains.Then Maria and Tess, laughing together in their matching black p

5 - Waverly.

I’m less alive when I’m not at Kyle’s bar. Less substantial, somehow. Like a strong gust of wind might blow me away, atom by atom, until I fade like an old picture in the sun.Everything else is a blur. Running errands, cooking meals on the hot plate in my tiny rented room, drawing commissions to keep some money trickling in—nothing holds my full attention. Not anymore. Not since him. I stumble through my days in a trance, mind elsewhere, until night falls and I can finally slip through the doorway at Kyle’s.Then: noises are full and rich again, pressing against my ear drums. The heat and humidity tickles my skin, and the taste of whiskey mists the air.I’m here at last, rooted in my body, fully alive once more as I slip through the crowds of drinkers to find a good spot to sketch. When I glance at Kyle’s closed office door, a knot in my chest loosens.Because—it’s okay. The boss here didn’t see my sketches last night; my cover isn’t blown. I haven’t ruined everything with one coward

6 - Waverly.

Sitting in this corner, perched on a tall stool with my sketchbook and lemonade crammed together on a small table, I have a perfect view of Kyle’s office door. Sounds good, right?Nope.It’s distracting as hell. Every time there’s a flash of movement in the corner of my eye, every time the volume of chatter dips, even for a split second, my chin jerks up and I stare at that door, my sketchbook forgotten.That squirmy, restless feeling churns in my stomach. I shift on my stool, my lilac t-shirt dress sticking to my back from sweat, and stare at that closed door with dry eyes, desperate for a single glimpse.It’s never him. Kyle may not even be here tonight, but I’m on high alert anyways, struggling to sink into my drawing like I normally do. Guess I’m still on edge after yesterday’s close call.Flipping to a new page, I gaze down at the snowy blank sheet of paper and try to picture something new to draw; try to imagine the angles, the layout, the style. And I’m surrounded by interestin

7 - Kyle.

In hindsight, I should’ve worn a better shirt. If I planned to make this gamble, if I meant to challenge Waverly to draw me tonight, I should’ve spruced myself up a bit first.Instead I’m the same careworn bastard that I always am, with a faded shirt and in need of a shave—and now I can’t stop glancing at my own reflection in the dark office window, tugging at my collar as I fight wave after wave of unease.It seemed like such a genius brainwave out there, to suggest this to Waverly. Seemed right.Now I feel like a prize jackass. Why on earth would a sweet little thing like Waverly want to hang around after hours to draw me?“Prick,” I mutter, dragging my attention away from the warped, ghoulish reflection in the window, back to the financial spreadsheets on my computer screen. Christ, this view is no better. Groaning, I scrub a palm down my face, then force myself back to work.Oh, the bar’s finances are just fine. We had a bumper summer, but still.I’m not built to sit in squeaky de

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