How was it possible that Ash was now speeding along Highway 90 in his 1969 GTO with the daughter of his father’s most hated enemy in New Orleans?

Ash didn’t know how these things happened and he didn’t care to question fate.

His friend Penny really was a lucky charm. Rosemary, the little sauce pot, couldn’t even wait until they had made it to her place. As soon as Ash’s car was on the highway, she was unzipping his pants and springing his little beast to life.

“Lawd, woman, you starting already?”

Rosemary had not replied with words so much as her tongue. She pulled out his cock and teased the tip with those plump little lips, that sexy tongue. He wanted to pull the car over and claim her body right then and there, but he had to keep them both safe as he drove. This wasn’t entirely fair. But it was nice.

Ash sped up, racing closer to her place, following the directions she had previously typed in to his car’s GPS. Why this chick would be living on her own in the warehouse district when her daddy had more money than god and the biggest mansion in the Garden District, he did not know, but he was grateful for that fact at the moment. He was looking forward to a night of dark and dirty business with Rosemary.

Ash just needed to get them there before crashing the car.

As the speed of his classic GTO reached 75, 80, 85 mph, Rosemary’s mouth worked his shaft with more urgency. Her hands frantically tugged at his shirt. He obliged her by pulling his shirt tails out of his waistband so her hands could reach under and caress his pleasure trail. Damn. Damn, damn damn, she was really working him up.

Ash wanted to tell her to stop, but he also did not.

“Slow down, baby girl. Tell me where to park.”

He had exited the off-ramp and was now headed down her street.

Rosemary kept going while somehow managing to produce a key card from her purse and handing it to him. A multi-tasker of epic proportions. Ash thought he might love this woman already. He swiped the card at the entrance to her building on Julia Street.

“Babe, I don’t want the first time we do this to be in a parking garage. Call me a hopeless romantic.”

She slowed her pace. Then she sat up and looked at him. “There’s going to be a second time?”

He grinned. “And a third, and a fourth, and a thousandth. I hope that doesn’t scare you. Because even if it does, I ain’t letting you get away.”

Rosemary’s satin voice came out in a low whisper. “I need to tell you something first. I knew you were going to be at Bobby’s party. Penny mentioned your name. I knew exactly who you were. I had to meet you, if for no other reason than to stick it to my daddy.”

So, she was devious, calculating and maybe a little bit spoiled. Didn’t matter one bit to Ash. She could use him all she wanted to make her daddy mad. Big Daddy would have to get over it or stay mad because Ash wasn’t going anywhere.

“Who’s your daddy?”

She looked at him blankly. “Lionel DuChamps, silly. I thought we’d been over this.”

Ash grinned and gave her his best bedroom eyes. “Nah, girl. Tell me who’s your daddy now?”

It took Rosemary a second, but then she caught on, and a sexy smile crossed her face. She arched an eyebrow at him and whispered. “You are?”

“What? Was that a question? I didn’t hear you,” he teased. “Could you speak up?”

“I said, you are. You’re my daddy.”

“You know that’s right. Now take me upstairs to your apartment and let’s finish this, ’cause I’m gonna take care of you real good.”

Upstairs, her “apartment” looked to Ash more like an entire third floor of an old shipping warehouse. He didn’t see much of it in the dark except the vast amount of space bathed in the lights from the street. She pulled him into her room and plugged in a string of pink lights that were haphazardly pinned to the crown molding.

The effect was a rosy glow that allowed him to watch what she was doing to him. Getting sucked off while driving was sheer bliss and crazy exciting. But now, sitting on the edge of her California king-size bed, watching her smile at him as she kicked off her high heels and knelt down in front of him was just beyond everything. It was the best blowjob of his damn life.

Rosemary expertly sank his shaft deeply into her mouth and further. Now that she was between his legs and not sitting beside him, she could pull him in much deeper, explore more of his body with both of her hands. She worked her way up to a frantic rhythm, softly cupping and squeezing his balls at the same time. When he was almost at blast off, she moved her hands around so she was squeezing his ass. The effect was a growl that escaped Ash’s lips and quickly rose into a roar of epic pleasure. He exploded into her mouth and she was taking it all in with enthusiasm.

Ash had forgotten to warn her of one thing. Because of his unusual condition, he produced more semen than most men. If she had noticed that fact, she didn’t act put off. She took it all in with the same ease that she tossed back her liquor.

When his orgasm subsided, Ash caught Rosemary up in his arms and pulled her into his lap. She circled her arms around his torso and laid her head on his chest. He very much wanted to kiss those generous lips of hers, tear off that flimsy dress and make her feel as alive as he felt right now. But with her head down like that she seemed to want to snuggle. And he was OK with that, too. They would have plenty of time for more dirty deeds later. A lifetime together.

She may think this was a one-night stand. She may have weaseled an invite to meet the offspring of her father’s enemy. But none of that mattered now. She was his. He was hers.

Whether she knew it or not, she was claimed by the wolf.

* * *

The sun rose over the French Quarter. Ash was alone on his rooftop overlooking Bourbon Street. Utterly spent after a night of passion with his new female, he should be sleeping it off—the booze, the exhaustion, the comedown after four orgasms in one night—but he needed to think.

And here on the rooftop is where he came to think.

Specifically, about why Rosemary wouldn’t let him undress her and please her in return. Maybe it was all happening too fast for her. As Ash looked at the sunrise in all of its pinks and oranges, he decided he could go slow with her if that’s what she wanted.

But there was another problem. He could deal with her quirks, but could she deal with his whole laundry list of issues?

Perhaps he should just tell his brain to shut up and enjoy the ride for now. Wait for things to unfold naturally and get her parents used to him slowly. Draw it out. Let their love be the small but constant drip of water that eventually creates a beautiful canyon and nobody could imagine life without them together.

That’s it. That’s the only way. Get her, and her family, used to the whole idea, little by little.

And if that didn’t work, elope and move to Namibia. That was also a plan.