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“I’ll call them back. I gave them their cue
to leave. If you want to forget all this they’ll come back.”

“I don’t want to forget, just talk.” She
wrapped her hands around his neck. Leaning onto her arm, he closed
his eyes. His jaw was tensed, but his lip pouted, making her heart
skip. “Why did I feel so strong for you so quick? Did you do any of
your hocus pocus?” she asked, worried that he had.

“I can suppress feelings, but your feelings
are all you. My summoning you brought them out sooner, but they’re
your feelings.” He sounded depressed. “Angel, I would never play
with your mind. I want you to want me, but I will never mess with
your freewill. If you tell me to leave you alone I will, but I
can’t stop watching and protecting you.”

He let her go and walked over to the pond. He
stood there staring into the horizon. She watched him. The distress
in this remarkable man was unimaginable. She walked over to him,
and laid her head against his chest. He skimmed his thumb across
her lip as she slid her arm tightly around him, enjoying the feel
of him next to her. It was right; they were where their heart was
meant to be, together.

“You said this place is protected, what does
that mean?”

“No one can come here except me and you. It’s
our safe place. They can’t hear anything we say here. I knew if I
was to build any kind of relationship with you, I needed a place
for just us. Angel, I built this for you.”

She was speechless. He went through so much
to be with her, to keep her safe . . . how could she not love
him.

“What’s coercion?” she asked, disturbed.

“I can make you forget any single incident,
say anything, do anything, without you even realizing why. It’s
another way we protect ourselves.” He held his head down in obvious
shame.

“Have you ever used coercion on me?”

“Yeah.” He brushed the back of his fingers
across her cheeks. A muscle in his jaw twitched.

“When?”

“After you met Emily and Todd the first time.
I coerced you to go home and sleep.” He licked his lip and looked
away. “And at the bonfire. You were biting your lip. I never knew
true desire until that moment. I wanted you so bad. I could taste
you. I coerced you to kiss me. When you told me you never kissed
someone before, it did something to me. I had stolen something so
special from you.” He lowered his chin to rest on her head, unable
to look at her.

“My first kiss was still with you.” She
twisted the button on his shirtsleeve.

“I can’t give you that memory back. I
promised myself I would never do it again. I’ll never coerce you to
do anything again.” He kissed the top of her head. “I can’t now
even if I wanted too. As long as you wear that bracelet.” Holding
up her arm to view the bracelet, he kissed the inside of her
wrist.

Chapter 20

She stepped back a foot from him and
unfastened the bracelet, letting it fall to the ground. She didn’t
want any barriers between them when they merged as one.

When the charm of the mighty brotherhood
tapped against the rock, she stood there. Trucker couldn’t stop
from breathing her in. He knew what she was doing, she was leaving
nothing between them. She trusted him. A trust, he knew, he didn’t
deserve.

“I won’t stop. I need this, damn it.” The
desperation in his voice came to no surprise to either of them.

He grabbed her hand, and had her shoved up
against the trunk of a nearby tree. His sweet Angel. She made his
heart spark with a simple smile, then he finally spoke to her and
she consumed him. He was hers for the taking.

He ran both of his hands down her body,
trying like hell to memorize each curve. It wasn’t enough to ease
the burn raging through him. He needed her naked. He had her shirt
in his grasped and ripped from her body. He didn’t have time for
buttons. She moaned as he greedily stroked her mouth with his own.
But even with him assaulting her mouth with his tongue, she lost no
time in stripping him from his own clothes.

He growled against her mouth. He needed more.
More of his sweet, sweet angel. He stepped back from her to view
her totally naked body. He wanted to see what no one else had ever
had the privilege to view. His Julie naked. She was for his eyes
only. No one else ever. He cupped her breast in his hands. They
were perfect. He had always viewed himself as an ass man but not
with Julie. He was fucking obsessed with her breast.

She stroked over his cock. It was already so
hard it ached. Falling to his knees, he shoved her legs apart and
flicked his tongue across her mound, lapping at her clit that was
already swollen and ready. Julie called out Trucker’s name and fell
back on her elbows. She opened her legs wider when he realized she
was lying on the cold, hard ground. That was not the way he wanted
his Julie to experience her first time. He vanished from her sight
only to reappear a few seconds later with his mattress thrown over
his shoulder and holding a blanket. He threw the mattress on the
ground.

“My angel is going to make love on a bed,” he
said and bounced on top of the mattress, patting the spot beside
him.

When she crawled over next to him, he wasted
no time in assuming his position over her. Seeing her open up so
easily for him almost made him come on the spot. He growled. He had
better control of himself then that. But then again, he had never
truly been with Julie, and she was like no other girl. She was the
one.

“Where are your wings?” Julie asked as she
rubbed her hand over his back.

“My girl is going to make love to a man not a
freak of nature,” Trucker rumbled in her ear.

“My freak,” she repeated. “Kiss me again.
Please.”

Kiss me, please.
Fuck she was too damn
sweet. His angel wanted a kiss, he sure as hell was not going to
disappoint. He pushed her legs apart and nestled between them
without breaking the sweetest damn kiss. Fuck, she owned him, and
would soon have his body completely. He tore his mouth off of hers,
and lowered down over her until his teeth snagged the nipple of her
left breast. The small whimper that escaped her lips only caused
him to suck harder. He feasted like a starving man

Her body bucked against him as he let her
nipple pop free from the tight grip his mouth had of it. She moaned
out from the emptiness she instantly felt. He hooked his arm under
her knee and trailed a line of the softest kisses down her belly
then her mound.

“Truck,” she cried out, and yanked her
fingers through his hair. She loved the length of his hair. Short
enough to be manly, long enough to pull the shit out of when he was
driving her insane.

His piercing blue eyes locked with her green
ones as his tongue slipped over her clit.

“Fuck,” Trucker cursed. “You taste even
sweeter than you are, and you’re pretty damn sweet,” he added
before running his tongue back through her folds. The world around
her erupted in a kaleidoscope of colors, her breathing ceased as
untold amount of pleasure coursed through her.

Tori had once tried to describe what an
orgasm felt like, she failed miserably. Nothing could have prepared
Julie for the mind blogging feelings she felt thanks to the
talented tongue of Trucker Castleman.

It wasn’t until she had come down from the
highest of highs that she realized that Trucker had raised back up
over her body. “I need to be inside of you,” he whispered into her
ear. “Now.”

She winced at the invasion as the tip of his
shaft penetrated her.

“Holyfuck, my love, you are so damn wet,” he
said with a strained voice as he pressed further into her. “Too
damn perfect. I love you, Julie Danielle.”

He pushed in a smudge further when the pain
hit Julie. Trucker froze. The veins in his neck stood out as he
held perfectly still.

Julie tensing up under him, stopped him dead
in his tracks. He had hit the barrier he had expected. He didn’t
want her to hurt. Hell, he wanted her to love it because he knew he
was as close to heaven as he would ever get.

“Move, baby, I’m okay,” she whispered as a
single teardrop slid down her cheek.

He looked away as he slid all the way in.
Fuck, he needed to gain control of himself. This was about Julie
and her needs. But it felt perfect.

Her breast swayed and bounced as he started
to move inside of her. His hands itched to touch them. His teeth
elongated. He clutched his mouth together. He wouldn’t bite her
their first time. Hell, he was desperate too. The evil in him
didn’t care. Panic caused his lungs to hammer in his chest. He
ached for her blood. He didn’t deserve her but he was going to
prove to himself he could put her needs in front of his own.

The only thing that kept his mind on the task
at hand was the feel of his cock getting squeezed by her hot core.
Hot velvet encased him. Focusing his eyes on her, he witness the
moment when the pain subdued and the wall of ecstasy hit.

Pumping in and out of the tightest suction,
he threw his head back and growled. The sounds she was making only
reinforce she was enjoying it too. Trucker felt like he owned the
world. He did own his world. He was the only one to ever experience
her like that. The only one who ever would.

She tucked her legs around his waist, only
opening herself up more for him. He moved his hand down to brush
his thumb over her swollen clit. He was about to come apart inside
of her, and he was going to make sure she came with him.

She started screaming out his name over and
over again. He wasn’t sure if he screamed, growled, or stayed
perfectly silent as the most powerful feeling rocketed through his
body sending him to place he didn’t even know existed.

******

Dear Diary,

It’s about 3 o’clock in the morning, and I
still can’t sleep. I can’t comprehend everything. What Trucker is,
what I’m becoming? What he makes me feel. He held me for hours
after the most intense experience of my short life. I gave him my
virginity. A gift I wish I could give him again and again. He
didn’t bond with me however. He didn’t even bite me. He did let me
know this was it for him, and they said they would let us be as
long as I follow the plan. The problem is I don’t know what the
plan is. God, I have always tried to do what is right the problem
is, I don’t know what is right anymore. Please help me, send me a
sign.

Julie Emison

Continue from yesterday.

I’m not ready for class today. My parents
where easy enough to fool after the last few days. My mom is sure I
have the flu or something. Trucker won’t be as easy. He will blame
himself. I can’t help it. I need a Julie day, a day for me. Please
let Trucker understand.

JDE

Julie needed a mental health day with a
capital ME. A day of dipping her potato chips right in the ice
cream carton, never getting out of her pajamas, painting her
toenails, and watching Trash TV until she felt mindless. However,
there was one kink in the plan, Trucker would be there any minute.
She thought, hoped, prayed a text might keep him away.

Hey my love, I’m taking

a Julie day. I’m fine, just

need a ‘me’ day. I’ll see you

after class.

All my love,

your Angel

Why?

I won’t let you leave

me.

I’m not leaving.

I just need some time to think.

OK, but I don’t like it

I’m trying

Try harder

Julie snuggled up in a large blanket on the
couch. She was trying. The day just needed to be normal. She wanted
to know that the world around her had not gone totally crazy. It
was soothing eating junk food, watching mindless TV, and clearing
her mind. She enjoyed the day far greater than she dreamed
possible. She couldn’t believe how fast the time had flown by when
Trucker walked in.

His head was slumped. His cocky walked all
but gone. He stood at the end of the couch and glared at her. She
was inarticulate. After everything they had been through, shit,
have done, how could one little ‘me’ day leave him destroyed? He
didn’t speak at all, just looked at her like his whole world was
gone.

“Hi,” she finally managed to say and
smiled.

His head cocked to the side as he studied
her. He seemed torn; unable to process that she was smiling at him
and that she was glad to see him. Julie sat up and patted the seat
beside her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked so warmly, tapping
the side of the couch with his foot. “If I did, I’m so fucking
sorry.”

“No, I feel great. I promise.”

“You regret it?”

“No, I want to do it again, hopefully today.
I simply needed some alone time. I didn’t do it because I wanted to
be away from you.”

He softly stroked a gash left on her cheek
from her clawing during his dream. She felt something in his touch
she had not sensed in a while, hesitation.

“Julie, I gave you today, but no more.” He
took a deep breath. “You are the most frustrating person. Ugh. I
have spent my whole life avoiding emotions. Everything I know, I
feel . . . goes out the window with you.” He ran his hand through
his hair, spun around, and fell down beside her. “I need to know
you’re mine. I need reassurances that you’re not going anywhere. I
need my control back.”

Julie was at a loss for words. How could she
convince him that she was not going anywhere? “I’m here.”

“What’s been the worst? The worst you’ve
endured through this?”

“Hearing that Emily was yours,” she answered
and swallowed a gulp of air.

“Ugg,” he said and slammed his fist down onto
the couch, crushing a spring. “Angel, we’ve been through this. I
want you. After yesterday, I hope you are sure of that.” He turned
slowly and cupped her face in his hand.