"I've been promised a back rub in the shower."

I hear her giggle quietly. "No, I said, I'd love to wash your back, some other time. No promises there. And I didn't even mention a back rub."

"Well, you mentioned it now! Come on, up, up!" I push her out of the bed and towards the bathroom.

Despite her initial protests, she ends up giving me rather decent back rub. Not that I had that many in my life but this one just felt really good. I can feel her stop to examine my scars every so often, then give each one a special rub. She felt them yesterday but now she's seeing them for the first time and she's giving them the same attention she gave to the ones on my chest. After she's done she moves to wash rest of my body and when she finds me hard again I turn to her with a smirk.

"Guess we are not done yet." And with a wink, I stand behind her, grab her shoulders and try to move her to the wall. She smiles at me but I can feel her tensing up under my hands.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'm done."

"Why? Still sore?"

"Yeah."

"You just gave me the 'show and tell' lesson about how to go slow. Come on, I'll go easy on you, promise!"

I slide my hands down her arms until I get to her wrists, I grab them and move them so her palms rest flat against the wall. Stepping closer to her, I nudge her legs open with my knees but she still seems reluctant to move. I kiss the side of her neck and whisper in her ear.

"If it'll hurt just say so and I'll stop. Trust me." I nudge her legs again and she gives in, standing with her legs wide apart. "That's my girl." I rasp quietly. She then bends her back pushing her ass against me in the process, giving me another idea entirely. I ran my palms over her cheeks looking at the little hole there. 

I might take too long because she seems to realize what I'm thinking about and yelps. "Oh no, you don't!"

I look up to see her watching me with a startled expression. Yeah, she knows exactly what I'm thinking about.

"What about this?" I slip one of my hands around her and up to close it around her throat, but without any pressure. "You like that?"

She hums and nods. "Yeah, sometimes I like to feel how fast my pulse is when, you know, I'm about to come."

"Do you like when someone else holds it?"

She shifts nervously under me. "I don't know, I never asked anyone to do it. It's not like I can really feel it with someone else's hand."

"I'll leave my hand here to feel it, yeah?" She doesn't say anything but she does turn her head forward and rubs her ass against me. I guess that's a permission to continue and I grind my dick against her while sliding my other hand up from her cheek to play with her breasts and nipples, then down to her pussy to rub her clit.

It doesn't take that long before I hear her moaning and can feel her getting wet all over for me again. I take my hand from her pussy and press at the small of her back to bend her more for better access. I then grab my dick to line it up with her and push in. I can't be more than two inches inside when I feel her move slightly away from me so I grasp her hip to hold her still but don't push any further right away. Just like she did before I withdraw a little and then push back and continue to do so until I'm all the way in. I stay still for a moment. God, does she feel amazing. My hand on her neck twitch and I suppress the desire to squeeze it. Instead, I focus on her face.

"You good?" It sounded more like a groan but she heard because between her soft moans she gives me a quick nod so I start to move, few long, slow thrusts. I start stroking her clit again, putting more pressure on it. "You good for me to go faster?" Another nod, then I start to really move. The muscles in my right hand twitch again, but I manage to keep the hold on her light. I do feel her blood pumping through the veins under my fingers just like she said. Despite the hold being familiar this particular feeling isn't. And it's a turn on. I still my fingers on her clit, I can't concentrate on the movements no more, my hips start to snap harder and I can feel her brace herself against the wall to take it. I feel her tighten around me and her moans get louder, breathing faster, her body tense up and like a snap, she falls over the edge and I follow soon after.

I lean over her to rest my own hand against the wall to catch my breath, kissing her head in the process. It doesn't take long for me to slip from her and I can see from where I'm standing my cum sliding down her thigh. I watch it for a moment when I realize I didn't use a condom once with her. Shit! How could I forget? I never forget! I turn to lean my back against the wall.

"Hey, darling?" I move her dumb hair from her face and turn her head to me. "You are on some pills, right?" Please be on pills!

"Umm, nope." Fuck! "I don't need them." What?

"What do you mean, 'you don't need them'?"

"Well, you saw my scar. When they did it, they messed me up. I went through a series of surgeries to be put back together, but I've been told I won't be able to get pregnant. Apparently, there is too much scarring."

"Oh, good," I say with a relieve then I realize how it sounded. "Not good, I mean-"

"-I know what you meant." She smiles up at me. "I should have told you, I just couldn't find the right time."

I pull her to my side for a moment, giving her awkward half hug before pushing her fully under the water spray and washing her. When I get between her legs I pet her lightly.

"How's the pussy?" The question makes her smile.

"She's good. Thanks." She leans forward to kiss me. "Let's leave her alone for the rest of the night though," she whispers against my lips. Huh, delicate little pussy looks like we need to tighten her up a bit. I smirk at the thought.

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As usual, Lana's gone before I even wake up. Not that I mind, I like my quiet mornings. But then again, Lana is so quiet that there wouldn't be a difference.

I asked Wade if he didn't piss someone off lately. That maybe that could be that same someone tipping the cops off. His answer was, "I piss off people every day, baby brother, but none of them would try to get back at me through the cops. Nobody I know wants to have to deal with pigs for any reason." I guess that makes sense. Didn't help with our problem at all though. We decided to leave it be for the moment, see what happens since there isn't much we can do anyway.

The day's going as usual until I hear Joe call for me.

"Hey, Jackson, there is a guy asking for you personally."

I slide from under the car I'm working on. "What kind of bullshit is that? I don't have any specialization. What I can do, everyone here can do."

"Well, he said he doesn't want anyone else touching his car. I don't know why, and I don't care. He's waiting outside."

What the hell? But Joe's the boss and I do need a job so I drag my legs outside. There is a guy I've never seen before, leaning against black Impala, 1967? Yeah, looks like 67'.

"Nice ride." He turns to me and holds out his hand with a big smile I wanna break his face for.

"Thanks, Hi, I'm Paul. I heard you are the best around here." He lets the arm fall to his side when he realizes I won't shake it.

"Yeah? From whom?" That seems to make him pause like he wasn't expected that question.

"From a friend. I know nothing about cars, but this one was a gift from someone important to me. Well, it does these strange noises, I thought, best to take it for a check up, right?" Fucking hell, how someone can be this cheerful in this fucking heat. "So I called my friend, because I'm not from around here, and he told me to take it to you." I think it's bullshit, but whatever.

"The office is there." I point to where Joe sits. "He'll do the paperwork with you, leave the keys, Joe should call you sometime tomorrow." With that, I turn around and head to the garage again.

"Hey!" He calls after me. "Couldn't you give me a ride to the town?" Is he serious right now?

"Do I look like a fucking taxi driver to you? There is a bus station down this street." Unbelievable. What kind of asshole is this? Before the door from the garage, slams close behind me I hear him yell.

"Okay! sorry! No hard feelings, yeah?"

I just go back to the car I work on. I hear someone chuckle, so I look around and of course, it's Wade.

"Looks like you got an admirer there, baby brother!" Then he burst out laughing, and all of the others join soon after.

"Shut up, you dick!" Fucking pricks! I can't wait to get out of here.

After my lunch break, I get to the car that cheerful asshole brought in and it just pisses me off more. It looks someone wanted to mess with him and fooled around with it. It's no wonder the car makes strange noises when every other screw or nut is loosened and now it's up to me to check every fucking one of them to be sure it doesn't blow up somewhere. Usually, I like working on cars, but this is just bullshit.

At the time I'm finally done with the bitch it's late, everyone else besides Joe has already left. I told him I'll stay because of my early leave Monday, but I just wanted to have this out of my hair so I wouldn't have to go back to it in the morning.

When I get home, Lana's home. She's usually at home in the evening. There is a casserole waiting on the stove and it smells like some kind of stew. Great, I'm starving. She's in her room, her door is open and she has lights on so I go say hi and find her on her bed in the middle of papers and books. It's always like that when she's studying.

When she hears me come to the room, she puts the book in her hands down to greet me. "Hey. How was your day?"

"Hi." I bend down, resting my hands on the bed on either side of her, to give her a kiss. "I don't even want to think about it. Less talk about it. You gonna study tonight?"

"Yeah, I didn't do anything in the last two days, I don't want to get behind my schedule again. It makes me nervous," she says while playing with my hair. It's getting too long. "There is dinner ready. I used the deer you brought two weeks ago. I don't want to brag, but it tastes really good."

"That's what you think, but it tastes good because it's my deer." I give her one more kiss. "Come to my bed when you finish."

"It might be late."

"Doesn't matter," I say and stand up then go eat the dinner.

A few hours later I feel her snuggle against my side and I finally fall asleep.

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