With my free hand, I undo my belt in a frenzy, suddenly feeling like I might die if I don’t get to come when she does. The instant my cock springs free, I’m gripping it firmly, stroking from end to end with an unrelenting fist. Rubbing over her wet clit and staring at her tight ass until my vision blurs.
She blows long huffs of air from her nostrils like a feral animal, biting hard on her lip to keep from screaming. And a wave of muscle contraction works its way from her legs to her neck.
“Atta girl,” I say, as my balls tingle and tighten in warning. “Fuck,I can’t wait to fuck you bent over this desk someday.”
Her thighs tremble, clenching either side of my forearm, and her hands scatter papers as they rove the desk, seeking something to grip. Watching her come completely undone is all I need, and with a few tight, fast pumps of my cock, I’m coming all over her lower back and ass.
I’m so fucking tempted to tell her I love her when I see heron display with my cum marking her milky skin. But before she’s even fully caught her breath, Brickham’s voice booms from the other side of the door. I scramble to pull my pants up in the nick of time, and Blair sinks her bare ass onto her desk chair just as the door swings open.
“Blair,seriously.This damn system is—Oh,hi, Denny—this stupid computer system is a waste of time. I’m not doing it. Either you come fix this and make it work better right now, or I’m going back to the system that’s been working for me for damn near forty years.”
Blair swallows, slicking a hand over the wild hair crowning her head, and shuffles the chair closer to the desk to ensure she’s fully covered. Thank God for the strong smell of espresso lingering in the air to mask our arousal, because Brickham doesn’t even bat an eye. Though he is impatiently tapping his foot, waiting on an answer from Blair.
“Well, I can’t help you right this second. I’m…uh, kind of in the middle of something.”
“This isyourstupid system. I knew hiring some young girl—”
“Hey, I’m gonna stop you right there.” I place a hand on the back of her chair and stare him down. “You couldn’t dream up a more dedicated, hardworking employee to have than Blair. And she deserves a hell of a lot more respect than you’re giving her for the amount of work she’s done to make this place run better.”
“Den—” Blair turns to look at me.
“He needs to hear this. She’s a grown adult and a damn good nurse practitioner, and you need to speak to her as such. Not to mention, this is a clinic. She could’ve been in here with a patient. You have no right barging into her office uninvited.” I point at him. “You’rebeing an asshole.”
Brickham stares at me from the doorway with pursed lips. “Miss Hart, would you please assist me with the computer when you have a free moment in yourbusyschedule?”
Blair nods slowly, wide-eyed. “Absolutely, I can.”
When the door shuts softly behind him, she practically jumps into my arms, kissing me senseless. “Thank you.”
“Told you I want to be here for you. That includes everything from coffee machines to telling off miserable old men.”
Blair
(seventeen years old)
The local hockey arena was jam-packed, with cliché songs about growing up blasting through the stands. And it was hot—so hot—despite the open garage doors and ceiling vents at full blast. I looked around at my classmates: sweaty, happy, hungover, and sad. A swirling thunderstorm of feelings culminated in this moment.
Graduation.
To be truthful, I blacked out most of the ceremony. As somebody who never wore dresses, my primary goal was to not trip over the gown as I walked across the stage with all eyes on me. Then a second time, when I shuffled onto the stage for my valedictorian speech—yet another part of the day that was nothing but a long-winded blur. Months of reciting the speech to anyone who would listen, namely Denver and Chief, it came pouring out without a second thought. Though, based on the lack of reaction, I was drowning in the words.
But my eyes locked on Denver, and he pulled a funny face to get me out of my funk. His fingers pressed to his lips before forming a ball, which he lobbed to me. I stopped mid-sentence to catch his kiss, smiling out at the crowd and taking a deep breath before continuing with soaring confidence and charisma.
Regardless of how the speech, day, or rest of the schoolyear went, I had my person. I was one of the lucky few in this world who found the love of their life at a young age. In a couple months, we’d move to the city together so I could get my nursing degree, and he could study agricultural science. After four years, we’d come back to Wells Canyon, or maybe a different small town. Get married, have careers, buy our own chunk of land, have babies. He and I had spent dozens of nights daydreaming out loud as we lay in my bed.
I stepped off the stage to the sound of applause, with Denver’s raucous cheers the loudest and most distinguishable. I found his face before taking my seat and mouthed “I love you” to him over the row of students.
God, I loved him.
—
Naturally, Megan Barlow took it upon herself to host the graduation party. Which was fine—she had a pool, after all. After a lengthy lecture from my parents about the dangers of drinking and driving, and approximately four thousand promises from Denver that he would be remaining sober, we pulled up to Megan’s house fashionably late.
“Let’s not stay long,” I said, leaning across the truck bench to kiss him. “There are better ways I want to spend my graduation night with you.”
Sex. By that, I meant sex.
“Just a quick ‘hope we never see ya again’ to these people, yeah?” Denver laughed, hopping out of the truck and walking around to open my door.
