Incest/Taboo Born Free

Not for the first time has Mike Donland, not his real name, just one he has lived under since he had to flee his home state, how he hated hiding out, pretending to be this upstanding citizen. Why you ask? Simple. Mike, or Jeff Briggs, his real name, was not what you would call a very good kid growing up. He had joined a bike gang the moment he could get his first learner's permit. Did he get in trouble with the law? Most definitely. Something he greatly enjoyed doing. Yet his parents, whom he did love, tried to shield his little brother from following after him. Which he agreed with; the life he was living wasn't for his brother; he knew that world would just chew him up and spit him out without hesitation.

He might have done some wicked things, like run guns, drugs, made drop-offs at dead drops, and so on. However, that didn't mean he didn't care about his family. That was the life for him, and no one could change his mind. Nevertheless, one night his brother came storming into the house, frantic and scared as all hell; it was easy to see on his face. It took Mike only thirty minutes to pull what his little brother had done out of him. He could see the horrified look on his parents' faces. Mike knew he was never going to be some academic that went off to college, getting a six-figure salary or any of that, and that was fine with him. He loved his life as it was right then; however, even he knew if the police caught his brother, his life would forever be ruined.

So Mike did the only thing he could for his brother; he took the fall. It wasn't hard, really. With his encounters with the police, he would be a natural suspect. He knew in doing so, he would have to run, cut all ties with his family, and live with one eye looking over his shoulder until the statute of limitations ran out on the crime. He knew he had to be quick, so his goodbye to his parents was short and sweet, hugging them tightly, not knowing if or when he would ever be able to see them again.

Nodding his head when his father gave him all the cash he and his mother had on them at the time, hearing his mother weeping in the kitchen as he and his brother shared one last hug. He was the hardened criminal; his brother was not, his brother wouldn't last a week in juvie. Mike just hoped this one act showed him he wasn't cut out for the kind of life he has led. He would like to say leaving everything, and everyone he knew in Rio Rancho behind wasn't hard, but who was he kidding. That included the girl he was truly in love with, Rory Salas. She was the daughter of the leader of his little gang. He knew she loved him as well; he just hoped he could talk her into joining him as he sped away from his home and into the new life that awaited him.

Alas, that was not to be, not that he could blame her; after all, they were only seventeen at the time. Mike would like to say it didn't hurt, but that would just be a lie. After using his bike as collateral for the forged documents, he needed for his life on the run, which took a few days to get if they were meant to pass a thorough inspection by law officers should he get stopped on the way to wherever he chose to go. He knew the law was out hunting for him, given the manhunt out for him that was playing on every news station whenever it was on.

After two days of waiting and hiding out in one of his gang member's basement, Mike was whisked off in the dead of night to Texas, where his motorcycle family had pulled together enough money for a bus ticket to wherever he wanted to go, and a few grand so he could survive on his own. How he wished he could have said goodbye to Rory, yet he knew the cops were watching everyone he associated with, hence why one of the newest members was the one that had carted him over state lines. How he would miss every one of them as he stepped onto that bus and into uncertainty.

So after a few long days on the road due to the many stops along the way. Mike found himself in Reading, Pennsylvania, as he stepped off the bus and into his new life. Throughout his journey he'd been practicing his new name and how he would sign it. He knew the first thing he had to do was find a place to live and a job. The money he had wasn't going to last him for long. He just hoped, being so far removed from New Mexico, the cops wouldn't look for him there. And so, at the age of nearly eighteen-years-old Jeff Briggs started his new life as Mike Donland. He knew he couldn't go back to his old way of life. That would just draw too much attention to himself.

Something he wasn't about to do; he wasn't about to let his little brother rot in a cell. He knew his old gang respected that. It was luck, really, when he stumbled upon the bike shop. Given his experience in tuning up his old Harley his father had bought him, he knew his way around an engine. If Mike was someone that believed in luck, something he didn't, he would say luck was on his side when he saw the gang tatts on the owner's arm when he was talking to the man. While they weren't from the same brotherhood, when Mike raised the sleeve of his shirt showing off his own gang tat, the man got a rather toothy grin on his lips. For you see, the shop was just a front for their gang to launder the illegal money they made doing... things that society deemed illegal. Even if the applicant had all the skills they needed, they still were passed over, given the nature of the shop. Once Mike divulged who he was and why he was there, he was hired that day.

Granted, the man didn't start him out working on the bikes; no, he was hired to keep the shop clean, looking presentable, ensuring that it never raised suspicion, nor was he asked to join their gang; Mike just couldn't chance it. Yet he did miss the comradery he once had with his former gang. Although his boss did allow him to live in the little loft above the offices. He bathed himself in the bathroom sink for months until he had saved up enough for a furnished apartment. He didn't care if it was in a bad part of town. He had long since been desensitized to such things. That was the start of his adult life and his slow death from the life of normalcy as it ate away at his soul.

Seven boring, mind-numbing years had passed since he had fled from his home and everyone he knew. True he did get his mechanic's license to work on the bikes they had in the shop, which brought him close to forty-thousand a year. He had also married; after all, he had to appear to be an average guy. That was three years ago, her name was Evelyn, or Eve for short, Pace, and so far, he wasn't impressed with his so-called wife, if he could even call her that. Their trouble, technically her trouble, started a few months ago. He wasn't an idiot. He knew she was cheating on him, not that he cared. He really didn't love her. His heart still belonged to Rory; he assumed it always would.

Eve was just a cover for him. So as he pulled up to the house, they had bought in both their names, in a car he so hated to drive. Mike felt like a sardine in it. He longed for the open road, the wind in his hair, the rumble of the engine of his bike, the freedom it brought, at least to his mind it did. That was why in his free time, when his slut of a wife thought he didn't know what she was doing, he was working on the '46 Flathead he had bought and was slowly rebuilding for the time the shame that he has lived finally came to a cease. Still, he was only waiting for the time to run out before returning to the life he once knew. To the woman he hoped was still pining for him like he was for her. It didn't matter if he couldn't return to his former gang; the rest would fall into place as long as he had Rory.

For the past two months, Eve's attitude towards him has grown rather snobbish. Always putting down what he did for work, although that didn't stop her from spending his money on crap he thought was genuinely crap, and he told her so. Something Eve didn't take kindly to. Again, he didn't care what she thought. Walking into his home, counting down the months left for when the limitations lifted, closing the front door loudly as he heard voices coming from their bedroom. He could care less who she fucked; ever since he's noticed her lies and tells, he hasn't touched Eve. Mike was kind of sad about that. Eve wasn't the best he's had in the sack; she wasn't the worst either. Still, her pussy was tight, and what do you do with a whore of a wife? You fuck her, of course, or you would if you weren't certain whatever she had wouldn't burn through the three layers of condoms one would have to wear to prevent whatever she had. Seeing the man's smirk on his lips as he walked out of their bedroom. Mike knew who the man was, her boss; he also noted the attitude on his wife's face as she followed after him.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Eve asked, wondering why her husband wasn't blowing up like she thought he would.

"Why would I, the whore has finally revealed herself," Mike sneered.

"Now just..."

"If you want to walk out of here with your nuts intact, I would suggest you shut the fuck up," Mike said in a very cold and very threatening tone. "I would think, given how it's your wife that has all the money, you wouldn't be risking what little you have with tapping that cheap ass slut there," he spoke, jutting his chin at Eve, who was fuming behind her boss.

"Listen here, you damn grease monkey?!" her boss growled, closing the gap between them. "You just go about taking care of Eve like the good little cuck you are," he stated, poking Mike in the chest. Not a very wise decision on his part, given the punch that sent him stumbling back into the wall.

"You stupid piss ant, you think to come into my house," the sound of Mike's fist landing against the man's face was loud in that small front room, "think you could fuck my wife in my bed, and you'd walk out of here unharmed?!" Mike shouted as the man tried to defend himself. Yet the man wasn't a fighter, not like him; he's been in plenty of fights; while their marriage might be a sham, it was the principle of the matter. The moment the man's blood splattered along the wall was the moment his wife jumped on his back, wailing on his head to get him to stop.

"Fucking bitch!" Mike hissed as he tossed Eve off of him, causing her to slide along the floor as she landed hard on her ass. Giving the man the opportunity to high tail it to the door. "Hey, asshole!" Mike's voice caused the man to turn around only to have his foot land squarely in the center of the man's chest, sending him flying backwards ten feet. "Run, little coward," Mike chuckled menacingly as he watched how the man scrambled backwards along his front lawn. "Oh, and do tell Ann, I'll be seeing her on Monday. She's a fine woman, especially when she's on top of me," he stated, referring to the man's wife. Who he's had the privilege of sleeping with. He was definitely going to miss how that woman sucks a cock when he leaves Reading far behind.

"You're lying!"

"What did you think you and that whore in there were sneaky? You dumb fool," Mike sighed, shaking his head. "Who do you think told her about you fucking around, hmm?" he asked with a cruel, wicked grin on his lips. "Enjoy poverty because come Thursday, you're history." Mike's laughter filled the air as the man raced for his car to see if he had a marriage left to go home to, which he didn't, given how his wife at that moment was burning everything the man owned - in their front yard, no less. Rolling his head, feeling the tension easing out of his muscles, muscles he had earned due to the years of turning a wrench, the weight bench in their garage didn't hurt either. It and his nearly restored bike were the only two things, not counting his tools, that dominated their one-car garage. His boots thumped on the boards of the porch as he walked back into his house. Seeing his wife jumping as the door slammed behind him.

"Mike..."

"Shut your whoring, lying mouth," Mike snarled. "The only thing I want from you is silence." Watching how she quickly snapped her mouth closed, and genuine fear burned in her eyes. It wasn't surprising, given how that was the first time she's ever seen him raise his fist in anger. "Call your sister, tell her to come over. I could use some of that fine pussy she has," he stated as he walked into his bedroom to remove all his belongings from that room. He no longer saw the need to continue the charade that he's been playing for the past few months.

"What?!" Eve roared with a vengeance. "You cheating..."

"You cheated first, you left this marriage, as shitty as it was, you opened the door, slut," Mike spat as he gathered up his clothes. "Who do you think I spend my Tuesdays and Thursdays with when you're out with the 'girls'?" he asked, flashing air quotes. "Trust me, she's far better in bed than you ever were," Mike stated, twisting the knife deeper.

"You sorry excuse for a man!" Eve screamed at the top of her lungs as he carried his clothing to the guest bedroom. "If you were something more than a mechanic, I wouldn't have to look elsewhere!" Thinking of cutting her husband off at the knees.

"Strange," Mike mused, staring up at the ceiling, noting how his wife was fuming at how her taunts weren't affecting him like she thought they would. "Me being a mechanic didn't stop Ann, who's rich, by the way, from sucking my dick or giving up her ass to me. Maybe it's just fucking you, you skank. Oh, and I might start looking for a new job if I were you," he said, grinning from ear to ear at Eve's befuddled look. "Who do you think owns that company? It certainly isn't that douche. Do you honestly think you'll have a job in a few days?" Mike asked, pushing that knife deeper into his soon-to-be ex-wife's side.

"Mike, it wasn't meant to be this way?!" Eve stated, knowing she was standing on a crumbling bridge, and she couldn't stop the fire from spreading, consuming it as she stood in the midst of the flames. "It was only sex; it didn't mean anything. I promise I won't do it..." Her anger rose at the snort it got out of Mike. Stumbling as he pushed her aside before reentering their bedroom.

"I don't give a shit. You are nothing but a whore, not a very good one at that, I might add," Mike spoke, walking back out of the bedroom loaded down with more clothes. "So go, spread those legs like the town whore that you are because that's the only way you'll have any income in the coming months after I divorce your ass."

"Then get the fuck out of my house!" Eve screamed.

"Not happening cunt, until this house is sold, I'm not leaving," Mike said, glad he was squirreling away money from his paychecks since the day he picked up on her cheating. Also thankful that his boss asked the woman that did their books to set up an account in another alias of his so his wife wouldn't know about it. "So get used to seeing my ass, bitch," he stated as he dragged his footlocker, which he had bought seven years ago, behind him that held every item of his former life.

"You stupid sonofabitch, you just had to make trouble, didn't you! You simply couldn't let me have what I wanted, could you! This never hurt you; you got plenty of..."

"When's the last time I willingly touched that used thing you call a pussy?" Mike asked, peering back at her. "Two months, if you couldn't fucking see it, you're stupider than I thought you were," he said coldly, watching how red Eve's face was growing. "So, go on, call your sister; I want to celebrate!"

"Fuck you!"

"No, thank you," shivering at the thought, "no telling what that man has," Mike stated, laughing madly as he walked into the guest bedroom. "Wait, never mind, that's her now!" he called out as his cellphone rang in his pocket. "Hey, what's up?" he answered as he set the footlocker down at the foot of his bed.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Eve hollered as she raced into the room. "I won't let some piece of shit like you ruin her marriage!" she seethed as she leaped onto Mike's back, snatching his phone out of his hand. Grunting in pain when Mike landed on top of her when he fell back onto the bed.

"Now get the fuck out of my room, cunt," Mike growled, snatching his phone out of her hand. "Hey, sorry about that; yeah, she's a stupid bitch. Couldn't even see the panties you left behind that one time," he laughed as he walked out of the room to get himself a beer. "Yeah, I'm free; come on over; I'll put a bun in that oven for you."

"What!" Eve yelled once she had recovered.

"What? It's just sex. It doesn't mean anything," Mike said, using Eve's own words against her when she came running into the kitchen. "Yeah, I know, a bunch of bullshit; she thought I would buy that spiel," he uttered, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"Tia, don't do this!" Eve shouted so her sister could hear her. Watching how Mike brought his phone down before turning it to face her.

"Sis, I'm only going to say this once. You are an idiot!" Eve's head shot back at her sister's words. "You better get yourself a good lawyer because Mike's already talked to Mom about your cheating. She was all the more willing to represent him if it wasn't a conflict of interest for her. I don't know what happened to you or what that piece of shit filled your head with to cheat on your husband. It can't be the sex, given how Mike's been filling me up plenty of times with his cum. And no, I'm not cheating on my husband, Chaz knows all about the times Mike and I have had sex. It was Chaz's idea in the first place since he can't have kids due to a birth defect, and I thought, why not? Better than wasting money on fertility doctors and insemination treatments. God, how he's had me howling every time I've had the pleasure of fucking him. So, sis, I suggest you get used to being single because it's going to happen; Mom's seeing to it."

"But she's..."

"You know Mom's view on cheaters; you had to know that she wouldn't be pleased when she heard about it given how her first husband cheated on her. So don't expect sympathy from her, Dad, or me."

"But he's just a damn mechanic!" Eve bemoaned.

"So? Do you condemn Dad for just being a plumber?"

"What?! No, why would I?" Eve asked, aghast at the thought.

"Then why are you so hell-bent on condemning Mike for his job? Where the hell did this hate for what your husband does come from? It sure wasn't there when you were dating him. Was it that douche that can't keep his dick to himself?"

"Don't talk about Stan like that! He's a good..."

"Sis, you're a stupid bitch; if he was a good man, he wouldn't be sleeping with a married woman. No, he isn't a good man, he's a piece of shit, and sis, love ya and all, so are you. So don't expect sympathy from me, Chaz, Mom, or Dad. You brought this world of hurt onto yourself, willingly. I'll be here for you and all when you get served with the divorce papers on Monday."

"Divorce!" Eve shouted.

"What did you think was going to happen? Did you honestly think Mike was going to put up with your cheating? Did that asshole fill your head with shit? Because I know once you were a rather smart woman, now I don't think I even know you any longer, and truthfully, I don't think I want to if you can do this to the man you supposedly love. You're not the sister I remember. Mike, I need to make Chaz dinner; I'll be there in two hours. Will that be fine with you?" Tia asked, knowing she was at her peak of ovulation, or that's what she told her husband when in truth, she was already a month pregnant. She just really loved the pounding Mike always gave her, and since his seed had taken hold, she was horny all the damn time. Chaz was having trouble keeping up with her increased libido.

"Sure, I'll try not to make you too sore," Mike said, grinning evilly at his wife, who was shooting daggers at him.

"Oh no, you're going to pound me like you always do, got that?!"

"Yes, ma'am," Mike said, hearing the flirtatious giggle that came over the line.

"I'll see you then. I got a little something that I think you might enjoy."

"Mike, please, don't do this; she's my sister?!" Eve pleaded with him, yet all she was met with was an uncaring, unmoved look. Wondering why she's never saw it before, until now.

"I'm saying this once. Maybe, just maybe, it will sink into that syphilis-rattled brain of yours. No," Mike uttered in a cold deadpan voice. "Any thought or consideration for you left out the window the moment you spread your legs for that ass, which by the way, you really should wash his blood off the wall. No telling what he has," he spoke with a wicked grin as he brought his beer bottle to his lips. "If I were you, I'd be more worried about what little future you have given you'll be out of a job, and knowing Ann, who owns your company, is so going to make sure you're never, ever going to work in that field again, at least not in this city."

"You can't know that!"

"Oh, I can, see, she's rather vindictive when she's crossed. She went on and on about what she was going to do to you and all his other sluts after I fucked her brains out every Monday and Wednesday. How does it feel knowing you ruined a family, granted you weren't the first woman or the last that douche has slept with. You had to know he was fucking two other women besides you... oh, well, you really should get tested," Mike said at the very shocked look on Eve's face when he told her that. "I would suggest you not be here when Tia arrives, but that would mean I care, which I don't."

"Don't you love me?!" Eve spoke; her hackles rose when Mike nearly spit out his beer.

"Love you? Really? Fuck no. I settled for you," Mike stated, letting the truth finally out. "Honestly, I'll be glad once this marriage is over and you're out on your ass, turning tricks just to get by." Shrugging his shoulders as Eve ran crying to his former bedroom and shut the door behind her with a loud slam. "Stupid bitch," he muttered before taking another sip of his beer. Opening up his Facebook app, scrolling through his family's page, knowing they had made it so he could at least have some form of contact with them, even if it was indirectly. Seeing his brother's happy smile, the few grey hairs his father now sported.

Mike thought his father looked rather distinguished like that, how beautiful his mother looked in that dress she had worn on their wedding anniversary before his father took her out that night. What stopped his heart cold was the single message that Rory had posted to his family's page that read: 'Come home, baby, come back to me. It's been so long. I don't know if I can wait any longer before I find you myself!' Typing out a reply using the false identity he had created just so he could speak a few words to his family, not often, just enough to prove to them he was still alive, yet infrequent enough so the police wouldn't catch on if they were monitoring their social media. However, if Rory had written what was clearly meant for him, it told him the cops weren't looking for him any longer. Closing out the app, bringing up the dial pad, and punching in a number he hasn't called in seven long years. "Hey, it's me."

"Jeffery!" his mother gasped in shock once the line connected. A smile raised the corner of his lips at the sound of his real name after so long. Then he got a little worried when he heard the phone banging and bouncing on the floor as it dropped out of his mother's hand when she fainted.

"Hello, hello, who's this, and what have you done to my wife?!" his father barked into the phone as he checked on Kadin.

"Hey, Dad, is Mom okay?" Mike asked in a worried tone.

"Jeffery?! Son is that really you?!" Mike heard the tremble of his father's voice as it came over the line.

"Yeah, it's me. Is she okay?"

"She'll be fine..." Mike's heart skipped a beat when he heard that soft, sweet, arousing voice of hers as she talked to his father. Wondering what she was doing there, what could she be doing there in the first place?! "Hello, Jeff."

"Hello, Rory," Mike replied, causing his voice to break, getting a sweet giggle out of her.

"So, did you read my message?"

"I did."

"I've missed you every day since you've been gone."

"No more than I have."

"Do... you... do you still love me?"

"Since the day I first met you," Jeff answered, reverting back to his given name, now that he was dead set on returning back to his hometown once his divorce was finalized.

"Then come home, come back to me."

"Oh, I've planned on it," Jeff stated firmly with conviction.

"Mmm... good." Jeff felt himself hardening at the purr that emanated from those lips of hers. Hoping that it would all work out the moment he returned to his hometown. "Where are you anyway?"

"I don't know if it's wise to say that over the phone," Jeff said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Relax, the cops aren't looking for you anymore. Some pyro took credit for it a few years back when he copied how the fire was set that night."

"Really?!"

"Mmmhmm, so tell me, big boy, just where are you?" Flashes of their first time together popped into his mind at the sensuous tone that filled his ear.

"Reading, Pennsylvania."

"I see; well, don't make me wait, Jeff; you know what would happen if I have to drag you home myself?"

"I might like that," Jeff spoke with a coy grin on his lips.

"I hoped you would, here talk to your folks." Handing back their house phone to his father, not realizing that at that moment, Rory was calling into work as she walked towards the front door. Telling the hospital, where she worked as a nurse, she was going to be out of town for two weeks if they fired her; she didn't care; they needed her more than she needed them at that moment. She wasn't going to wait. She was going to get her man and be damned if anyone stood in her way. Calling her father, she knew he knew where Jeff was in Reading, getting the information she needed. Throwing her leg over her bike, feeling the rumble of the engine playing along her mound as she started it up. As quietly as she could, pulling out of her future in-law's driveway and headed back to her place to pack. She knew he had married, yet she also knew Jeff didn't love her. Not like she knew he loved her. What her father had told her from the source he had talked to was Jeff was drawing too much attention being single and the money he was making, so he had to get a cover wife to keep the heat off of him. Now that she was permanently going to be in his life like it should have been seven years ago. She was not going to follow in his ex-wife's footsteps. She was purposely going to rub the bitch's nose in it for treating her man so poorly.

Jeff was working on assembling the engine of the custom bike he was building the following Monday. Just a few hours ago, he had gotten the call that Eve had been served at work; from what he had been told by the spies he had in her office, Stan's face was all swelled up as he packed up his belongings before being escorted off the property. The way Ann told him, as much as she wanted to fire Eve's ass for what she did, Ann thought Eve would get off too lightly if she just fired her. So Ann was going to make Eve's life hell for the foreseeable future until she couldn't take it anymore and quit. Which he knew meant Ann would be giving Eve the worst, shittiest of jobs in her company without violating any laws.

That meant very late nights for her, something he would use to his advantage until the divorce was finalized and he could put Reading in his rear-view mirror. Jeff paid no attention to the sound of the motorcycle as it pulled up; he was, after all, at a bike shop; they were bound to have a dozen or so coming and going all day as he was using his digital caliper to ensure the part in his hand met the required specs for the engine. He ignored the catcalls that were filling the shop. The only thing on his mind was that in sixty days, he'll be free of his whoring wife; he couldn't wait for that day. That was when he heard something, something he thought he wouldn't hear until he put this part of his life far behind him.

Turning his head at the whistle, his digital caliper fell from his hand as his eyes grew wide at the sight before him. There sitting at the bay entrance, her folded arms resting on the handlebars of her Kawasaki Vulcan S ABS. Her dark green eyes sparkled as her lush lips curved into a smile as her midnight black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Jeff fought himself from hardening as she deliberately showed off that ass of hers as she eased off her bike. Noting the tattoos that lined her forearms, not that they were a deal-breaker, he just wondered where else she had them and pondered if she would allow him to trace each and everyone with his lips. Her t-shirt showed off those 32C breasts that he had dreamt about ever since he had to flee his home as her blue jeans hugged her hips as they swayed as she entered the shop. His hand moved on instinct as he sat the part down as he turned towards her. His heart was in his throat as her hands took hold of his face and brought him down to her lips. Listening to the hoots and howls from his coworkers as Rory rolled her tongue in his mouth just like he remembered. Hearing her moaning into his mouth as his hands commandeered her ass, pressing her tighter against him.

"Hey, baby, miss me?" Rory purred; her green eyes burned in the love that hasn't waned over the seven years they were apart.

"Like you wouldn't imagine," Jeff stated truthfully.

"What I wanted to hear," Rory stated with a coy smile on her lips. Her body heated, her pussy throbbed as her hands slowly ran down Jeff's chest, savoring the body that he now had. She couldn't wait to explore every inch of her man, especially when she was on top of him. Slipping her arms around his waist, "Do you think you can cut out early? We have so much to catch up on," she cooed as she pressed her breasts into his chest. Only to turn her head, just like Jeff had done at the sound of the clearing of a throat.

"Go on, get out of here; you're not going to be any use to me with that goofy grin on your face," his boss stated with a smirk on his lips. "Come back in two weeks... if you're coming back, that is," he said over his shoulder as he walked back into the office.

"Come on, show me this house of yours," Rory said, walking backwards, her hands holding onto his as she neared her bike. "Yes, I know all about the bitch you married. I think of it as a starter marriage for when you marry the one you're supposed to be with. Me." A devious grin lifted the corners of her lips at the startled look in Jeff's eyes. "So go get in that car because I need big Jeff in me," she uttered in a wanton tone as her hand blatantly rubbed Jeff's manhood. Getting howls out of the men that were watching on. A sensuous smile formed on her lips as she felt his arm pressing against the underside of her taut ass before being lifted off the ground.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around Jeff's waist. Rubbing her heated mound against his body, remarking him as hers as it would always be as they passionately made out. "God, Jeff, you always make me so wet," Rory stated in a lustful tone as her sultry gaze burned into his. Biting her lip as she felt the slap on her ass and how that hand of his was gently rubbing her ass cheek. Feeling her pussy quivering as Jeff slyly ran the pad of his middle finger along her covered mound. "Jeff, if you don't put me down, then you can't rock my world," Rory said, hating to say those words when all she wanted to do was take her man right then and there. Nevertheless, she wasn't about to have Jeff spend a night in jail for indecent exposure.

Reluctantly Jeff slowly set Rory back onto her feet. Noting how Rory was biting her lower lip as he adjusted himself in front of her. Seeing the fire in her eyes, knowing that part of himself was going to be well taken care of the moment they got to his house. Noticing the red hue of her cheeks as they looked back at one another when he opened his car door. All thoughts of Eve evaporated from his mind as he gazed into Rory's eyes. The one woman that he's longed for ever since he met her.

After a thirty-minute drive to ensure that Rory didn't get lost, they arrived at his place. Parking in Eve's spot, not caring if she came in screaming when she got home. Watching how Rory came to a stop beside him before getting out of his car. Noticing how her eyes moved over the house as he walked around his car. Knowing he would be selling it before leaving Reading for good.

"Give me a minute, and you can pull your bike into the garage," Jeff said, seeing her nod before walking towards the front door of his home. The garage door rolled effortlessly in its track as it rolled upwards. Noting how her eyes were glued to his '46 Indian Flathead sat ready for the day of his exodus. Unaware, as the garage door came down, so did Rory's pants. The moment he turned around, there she was, sitting on his workbench with her legs spread. Noticing the wet spot on the seat of her black panties as her finger beckoned to him.

"I've longed for this for seven long years," Rory said in a breathless whisper as her fingers curled around Jeff's shirt.

"And never a day went by that I wasn't thinking about this, too," Jeff said, running his hands along her tattoo-covered thighs. Noting how they were still as silky as they were when they had sex before he had to become Mike Donland. Feeling how her legs wrapped around him, trapping him, silently telling him that she was never going to let him go ever again.

"I wish I had..." Rory melted into the kiss Jeff planted on her lips. Her arms reached up, wrapped around his neck, her nails tearing at his shirt, feeling that same spark she had felt all those years ago reigniting as she lost herself in that passionate embrace of theirs. Her fingers quickly took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. Her hungry gaze ran down Jeff's bare chest, feeling her mouth water at the body she was never going to let go of again. Then her own soon followed and joined Jeff's on the concrete floor of his garage. Pushing herself up on the palms of her hands as Jeff slowly eased her panties down. "I hope the tattoos aren't too much for you," Rory whispered as Jeff's eyes ran over her now naked body. Feeling her gooseflesh racing along her skin as Jeff's fingertips traced along the heart that sat in the valley of her orbs, his initials within the center of it. She had gotten it the moment she turned eighteen. It was her way of telling every man that they would never hold her heart like Jeff did and still does. "I got it for you," she said in a dreamy voice as she gazed at him.

"You did?"

"Mmmhmm, I might have slept with other men since you've been gone like you married this bitch, but no one has ever held my heart like it longs for you," Rory stated, laying out the truth for him.

"The past no longer matters, you're here now, and I'm going to be damned if I ever let you go again," Jeff spoke with conviction as he claimed her lips for his own. Noting how Rory's eyes were quivering before he did. Her fingers weaved through his chestnut hair as he kissed, sucked, and teased her breasts. Hearing the light moans that were emanating from Rory's lips as he did. How Jeff missed those soft, pillowy mounds of heaven as he got reacquainted with the woman he loved.

"Yes, baby, taste me!" Rory groaned in want, feeling her womanhood liquifying after years of longing for his touch. It was only due to her grip on the edge of the table that kept her upright as she experienced the skill Jeff had earned since his departure from her life. Her legs crossed, keeping his face against her sex as she cried out as her climax raced through her body. Smiling up to the ceiling, she's always loved how he allowed her to enjoy her orgasm; she was very pleased that hasn't changed. "Mmm... there's my big Jeff," she purred as she stroked Jeff's manhood once his pants and underwear fell to his ankles. "I promise, baby, I'll properly take care of this later; right now, this needs to be in my pussy," Rory stated in hunger as she lightly slapped his cock against her clit just to reacquaint the two.

Gasping as his rod slid into her hot sex, her folds squeezing his rod, telling it where it's been missed and where it will always belong. Locking her legs around his waist as his hips thrust his cock deep into the core of her heat. "Oh God, yes, yes, fuck me, Jeff?!" she moaned loudly as she held onto him for dear life. Biting his shoulder as she came hard on her man's cock like it always should be. "Fucking give me that cum, Jeff. I want it! I need it! My womb yearns for it!" Rory spoke in a demonic tone, tossing her head back as his dagger thrusted deep inside of her, feeling his eruption flooding her womb. She wasn't on birth control; why should she be? The last person she's ever slept with was over a year ago, so she knew she was clean. After all, it didn't matter if she got pregnant with Jeff's baby; it was meant to happen regardless.

"You are on birth control, aren't you?" Jeff asked, knowing he should have said something before dumping a hot load into her.

"Nah-uh," Rory cooed with a sneaky smile. "I'm going to have your baby like I've always planned on," she stated, her voice filled with love as she wrapped him in her embrace, exploring the warmth of his mouth as she felt him shrinking inside of her moist heat. "Then we'll get married and forget all this," Rory said, waving to their surroundings. "Now, come on, let's go clean up, then you can take me on your bed," she stated, smiling warmly at him as she slid off the workbench. Reaching out, her fingers interweaving with his. Feeling that same connection they had shared so many years ago, reforming as she led him into his house.

Her breath came out in pants. Her breasts jiggled, her legs were bent and spread, her hands clenched hard to his as Jeff pumped his cock into her as they fucked on his bed. The sound of their lips tearing at each other's filled the room as their passion fueled their desires. Smiling seductively down at him as she swung her leg over his waist as U2's 'One' played. Her eyes glinted as her hand ran down Jeff's chest, wondering if he remembered it was their song. Her left hand took hold of the base of his cock as she sank down onto his dagger, knowing how much her sheath had missed it and knew from that day forward it would never be apart from it again.

Eve grumbled as she walked into her house to get a quick bite to eat on her lunch break. Knowing Mike, as she knew him, was right, or at least partially right, regarding her job. Scowling when she first smelled it, the smell of sex in the air. Her eyes darted to the guest bedroom. Walking silently up to it, lightly pressing her ear to the door. Sadness washed over her as she heard the sound of Mike with some woman in the room. Knowing now that she's been served, they were technically separated, and she couldn't say a thing about it. She knew he was only staying in the house until it sold. Dropping her gaze, wondering what had come over her to fall under Stan's spell.

Her co-workers had to hold her back as he went on that she didn't mean a thing to him, that all she was to him was a piece of ass as he tried to save his job and marriage. She really did love Mike, and it hurt her greatly when he told her he had only settled for her. Yet she couldn't deny that she didn't bring this upon herself. Eve also knew Mike would never forgive her for what she had done. She knew she would have to live with her disgrace for the rest of her life. She just hoped Mike would find someone who treated him better than she had in the waning months of their marriage. Walking into the kitchen, making a sandwich as silently as she could, placing it and a few chips into separate Ziplock bags before slipping as silently out the door as she had entered so not to disturb Mike and his company.​