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What the hell had she done to him? Leaning back against the door frame, Harley Barnes lit a cigarette, and watched as his brother's sister in law helped her sister set up the picnic table in the back yard. Her name was Kenita James and a week ago she had stepped off the bus that stopped in Crossroads, Oklahoma twice a week. He had somehow expected to see a carbon copy of Kate, instead he had seen a woman that wasn't fully a woman yet and had felt a totally unexpected reaction to.
Harley was twenty nine years old, eleven years her senior, but even that didn't deter his mind and body from thinking and feeling what was just below the surface. He hadn't felt things he was feeling now since he was a kid, and wrestling with the prom queen in the back seat of his daddy's car. Not that he saw him and Keni in the back seat of an old Cadillac. No, what he saw was them in a king sized bed, with hot, sweaty bodies and coiled together like a pair of snakes in mating season. Six months, a year ago he might have put it down to five years of enforced celibacy. But he'd known plenty of women since his release from confinement, and he knew plenty more who would have acted out his fantasies with little regret.
So what the hell was going on with Keni? Why was he so hot for a gal that until now he had considered simply some kid? She was no kid now, that was for sure. Tall, and full figured, but it was her face, and hair that caught a man's attention. She looked sweet with all that silky dirty blond hair falling down her back and surrounding a suntanned face; her bright emerald green eyes looking out from beneath long, golden lashes. He admired her bravado in her choice of clothes too. Most big girls would have never come out of the house in the skimpy cut off jean shorts and low cut top with the back as bare as it was, and tied around her neck. The lower half was more modest, but it still made a man want to drool from the size of her breasts. And those skimpy shorts revealed long, well shaped legs that were as sun kissed as her face and arms. He especially liked the back view, her broad little ass was just right for a man who liked to grip something when he was taking a long, hot ride.
Harley was a man who liked to ride all night long. He had been that way for a long time. Back before he had beaten that man almost to death in that bar fight, he had been popular with the local ladies and he had taken advantage of it. Being a tall, muscular man with reasonably good looks helped too. Women were fond of his silky black hair and bright blue eyes as well. Of course these days he didn't look so pretty. Bar fights had left him minus more then one or two teeth, and his hard drinking, hard living ways had taken its toll on his body. A fight in prison had left his nose crooked from being broke and more then one scar marked him from being cut by various sharp objects by men who didn't like his attitude for one reason or another.
His momma had almost cried the first time she saw him after he had come out of the prison infirmary, yet she hadn't been surprised. He had always been the family bad boy, much preferring fun to working on the farm sunrise to sunset. He had never done as good in school as the rest, and it had been clear from his choice in women that she was probably never going to take his wife to church and introduce her to the fine women of the community. Shit, the women he knew were more likely to be seen on wanted posters, and in mug shot books.
So what the fuck was Keni doing to him? He was hot for her, but this wasn't some bar room bitch willing to spread her legs for anyone who had the price, she was as sweet and pure as honey fresh from the comb. Odds were she was the type of girl who would run screaming into the night if she saw a man's cock at full mast. Damn if he wouldn't like to show her his though, and it wouldn't be hard. All he would have to do right now was open his jeans, and his meat would be right there. His cock was hard and throbbing for her to take it between those lush full lips or those sweet fleshy thighs. He bet her honey was as sweet as the rest of her.
Unconsciously, he licked his lips thinking about putting his tongue on a pair of pink lips with a hard little clit at the top. Not to mention flicking it against those nipples that looked like they would be the size of grapes when they were hard, and wet with saliva. God, he was torturing himself. All he wanted to do was drag her out to the barn, get her up in the hayloft, pull down those shorts and ram himself deep in side what he was sure would be a tight pussy.
A groan escaped his lips and knew he was going to go crazy if he didn't take care of the beast in his pants. Turning on his heel, he went into his brother's house and upstairs. He knew the layout; it had once been his uncles. His brother Dean and Kate had taken it over when Uncle Fred and his wife moved to a smaller place once the nest was empty. He ignored his brother's room and for some perverse reason the bathroom. Instead, he carefully checked the other rooms and felt like a thief as he stole into the room Keni was using.
Finding a pair of her panties she had left on the floor, he did something he hadn't done before; he lifted the crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply. Yeah, that was what he wanted. The smell of her was clear and he opened his pants as he let the tip of his tongue run up and down the crotch. When they were damp from his saliva, he wrapped them around his cock, and began to stroke firmly but slowly. Damn if the silky material didn't feel as good as it had smelled and he could imagine all too easily doing this while she wore them. Not that she would be wearing them for long. He'd be ripping them from her and...
"Harley, what the hell are you doing with my underwear?" Keni's soft toned voice ripped through him like a knife.
His eyes flew open and he paled as he turned to look at her, still clutching his cock and her panties as he did. "Uh...uh Keni, I thought..." He swallowed hard. "I thought you were still helping Kate..." God, he was so busted now. Being a bad boy was one thing, being a pervert was something else.
She gave him a smile that was filled with amusement, her eyes dancing mischievously. Moving into the room she closed the door behind her then leaned against it with her shoulder and hip as she locked it. Her arms folded under her breasts, lifting them up. "I was, but I forgot something up here. So what were you doing Harley? I don't think those are your color or your size."
"Are you going to bust me Keni? Because if you are, take pity on me and let me get off before you go telling Dean and Kate."
