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something off inside me and before long I was emptying myself inside her.
    She clamped down around me until my dick was empty and I felt fucking drained.
    “Wow, that was, damn, I didn’t know it was going to be like that.”
    “You wanna tell me why you just bled all over my sheets?”
    “I think most virgins bleed the first time.”
    “Yeah I get that, but my question is why me?”
    “Does there have to be a reason, I saw you and I liked you.” She trailed her finger down my chest as she leaned on her hand. I smelled a rat but I’m the last fuck to care.
    I gave her a hot bath to ease her pussy ache before taking her back to bed. I thought maybe I’d leave her alone for the rest of the night, even though my cock stayed hard, but she had other plans.
    We spent the rest of the night fucking like bunnies and I had the scratches to prove it, while I covered her body with my mark.
    We fell asleep wrapped around each other with my hand on that ass of hers. For the first time in a long time I was looking forward to seeing a woman the morning after.

Chapter 5
    LAW
     
    “Where the fuck did she just come from?” Clay and Kyle both looked in the direction of the quickly retreating young girl.
    “Oh shit, I think she just left Brand’s room.” Kyle answered with a look of shock on his face. Fuck me, that’s all the fuck I need now.
    I was still dealing with what happened last night. I was expecting the sheriff to be on my ass any minute, but he couldn’t prove shit, I made sure of that.
    The men who had ridden with us were never going to talk and no one had seen any of us. There will be suspicion of course and the son was still in the wind, but I wasn’t worried.
    The sheriff was the least of my worries, in another day or so I’ll start on my campaign against him.
    But if what I was looking at is what I thought, then there was going to be even more fucking trouble.
    I headed off to Brand’s room with a splitting fucking headache. I knocked and entered before he could answer.
    “Damn bro cover that shit.” Clay the ass dropped down on the bed beside Brand and pulled up the covers.
    “What the fuck do you clowns want, is the asshole sheriff here?”
    “No, but we’ve got trouble.”
    “What did you freaks do now?”
    “Not us, you. Who did you have in here last night?”
    “Excuse me Law?”
    “Who was she Brand this is serious?”
    “Her name is Illyana, and speaking of which, where the fuck is she?”
    “She just left, say Brand, do you know old Hayden Scott?”
    “Why the fuck would I wanna know that racist fuck?”
    “Because you just fucked his granddaughter.” That got his attention.
    “Fuck me, are you sure?” he sat up with all traces of sleep gone.
    “Yep, now you wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?”
    “I knew there had to be an angle. There was blood on my sheets that says she was cherry, but that girl knew things grown women only dream about.
    I should’ve known some fuck was wrong when I saw the tattoo in her back.”
    “Of what?”
    “The union jack held up by an American eagle.”
    “And you still fucked her what the fuck is wrong with you? Clay was having a grand old time.
    “By then I’d already fucked the hair follicles off her pussy so what was the point?”
    “Fuck, what the fuck is she up to?”
    “Fuck if I know.”
    “At least tell me you suited up.”
    “Sorry to disappoint bro, first time in my life I didn’t.”
    “I don’t like this shit one fucking bit. What the fuck is wrong with the women around here lately anyway?”
    “I don’t know, but I do know I’m gonna see that one again.”
    “Brandon, are you fucking crazy? Are you fucks trying to make me nuts? In nine months when there’s a little mulatto running around we’ll have another fucking shit storm on our hands.”
    “Well fuck!”
    The End