I tried to get away with drinking as little whiskey as possible, but I should have known getting Owen and River drunk would involve me getting buzzed myself. I was nuts for thinking I could pull out a bottle of whiskey and them not rag me into drinking with them. It’s guy law.

Lucky for me that Claudia’s party bus thing doesn’t end for another couple of hours. That gives me a little time to down some water and sober up. I don’t need my judgment clouded where she’s concerned. I already take too many chances with her when I haven’t had anything to drink. But throw a hard dick, a willing girl, and some Jack Daniels into the mix and you’ve got a recipe for some exceptionally bad decision-making.

One hour, then two, and I’m a little less than shit-faced when she texts.

It’s going on two o’clock and I’ve had an undetermined number of shots. It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open while I wait for Claudia. Sleep is close to claiming me when my bedroom door finally opens. “Claud? Is that you?”

Dumbass. You shouldn’t have said her name in case it’s Owen or River.

“It’s me.”

“Hey, bae. Did you have a good time?”

“It was okay.”

I still remember my prom. We had more fun than any high schoolers should be allowed to have. “Only okay?”

“Prom is one of the most important events in your life, but you weren’t there to share it with me. It just didn’t feel all that special to me.”

I may be a little drunk and perhaps a little sleepy, but I come to full attention when I hear the sound of a zipper. “What are you doing?”

The covers move and a soft, warm, luscious body slides into my bed.

“Claud, what the fuck are you doing? Owen will kill me if he finds you like this in my bed.” And it’ll be a slow, painful death.

“I checked on him and River when I came in. They’re both snoring like lumberjacks sawing wood. They’ll never know I’m here.”

She crawls over my body and straddles my hips. I automatically reach out to touch her and feel warm, soft, smooth skin in place of sequins and satin. “Claud…”

“You smell like whiskey. I like it.” She leans down to kiss the side of my neck and rubs her pussy back and forth against my growing erection. “Please, Duke. Don’t tell me to stop. Not this time.”

We’ve played around a little more the last couple of weeks but she’s never gotten on top of me like this. And she’s certainly never done it without clothes. “You’re naked.”

“Not entirely. I’m still wearing panties… and fuck-me pumps.”

Those three-inch heels made her legs look a mile long. And those pink lace panties… the ones she pulled to the side so she could give a peep show. So fucking sexy.

“I can’t touch you.” I sound like a fucking broken record. I know she tires of hearing it—and I tire of saying it—but nothing has changed.

“You’ve been saying that for months.” She grabs my hands and puts them on her waist as she rolls her hips in a circular motion. “I. Say. You. Can.”

That’s what my dick keeps saying, too. The two of them are in cahoots against me. And they’re wearing me down. I’m so tired of fighting my desire for her. I just want to fuck her so bad.

Of course, I don’t want to run into problems with the law but the chance of anyone reporting us is nearly nonexistent with her birthday so soon. But the thing is, it’s not really about that for me. “It’s Owen and your parents I worry about. I want to do this the right way for us, but I also want to do it the right way for them.”

“I have news for you, Duke. You’re still going to be six years older than me after I turn eighteen. I’m never going to catch up and I’m always going to be Owen’s baby sister.”

“I have a better chance of gaining their approval if we wait.”

“We already have my mom’s approval.”

I suddenly feel very sober. “How can she give her approval if she doesn’t know about us?”

“I swear I didn’t tell her. She figured it out on her own. Told me she had always known how much we loved each other.”

“Do you think it’s obvious to everyone else too?”

“I think we hide it well, but her strong mother’s intuition saw through it. Don’t you feel better knowing she has given us her blessing?”

Maybe. I don’t know. Depends. “Is she going to tell your dad and Owen?”

“I asked her not to and she agreed. She’s going to let us be the ones to tell everyone after my birthday.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

“Enough about that.” Claudia laces her fingers with mine and together we squeeze them into tight clasps. “I want you, Duke. So much. Waiting is killing me.”

“It’s misery for me too.” My cock has stayed hard with only the little bit of relief my hand could provide. I’ve ached with need to be inside this girl. Every. Fucking. Day.

No one can believe I stopped fucking everything with a hole. They’re all burning with the same question: Why?

Only one answer. Her.

Claudia Laine Bliss.

I love the fuck out of this girl. Obsessed like a damn madman. I can’t get enough and I haven’t even fucked her yet. We’ve barely even touched. Kisses—that’s all I’ve allowed. But not after her birthday.

I’m going to fuck her ninety-nine different ways.

She grinds against my hard dick. Dry humping. That’s what kids do, but I’m no kid. Haven’t been for a long time.

That damn devil is sitting on my shoulder, yelling in my ear. Fuck what everyone thinks or says. Take her. She’s yours. And she’ll feel so good. That son of a bitch has taken up permanent residence inside my head since I started seeing Claud. I’ve ignored him. But no more. I’m done with depriving myself of pleasure. “I want to look at you.”

Maybe it’s the whiskey. Maybe it’s the case of blue balls that never go away. Maybe it’s that I’m a horny motherfucker who’s desperate for the touch of the girl he loves. Whatever it is, I can’t do this anymore. I need something, maybe just a little taste, to get me by until I can truly have her.

I turn on the bedside light and begin my visual journey of her body, starting at the top. Her long, dark curls have been twisted into a messy top knot. “What happened to your hair?”

“I put it up when they rolled the windows down on the party bus.”

I don’t know what it is about a bun on top of a girl’s head but I find it super sexy. “I like it when you wear your hair like that.”

I kneel between her feet and place the tip of my index finger on her neck just below her chin and drag it down slowly until I reach her chest. I’ve spent a lot of time picturing what her tits look like. And I’m not a bit disappointed with hers. Full. Lush. Perky. They’re everything. “So fucking gorgeous, Claudia. They’re perfect, just as I imagined they would be.”

She cups them from below and pushes them up and together. Holy. Shit. I could nearly come right here and now.

“All this time and you’ve never touched them.”

And I won’t now either even though I’m dying to. “Trust me. I want to pinch and lick and suck them so much I can hardly resist.”

Her breath hitches and she swallows hard.

“That’s right, Claudia. I’m going to do all of those things and you’ll wear my mark when I’m finished with you.”

Dilated pupils have made her normally blue eyes nearly black. “That’s what I want, Duke. To be marked by you. To be all yours.”

My dick gets harder and pre-cum leaks from the tip when I look down and see the dark pink circle in the crotch of her panties. “Fuck, Claud. I can see how wet you are.”

Her legs fall wide and she touches the dark spot with her fingertips. I’ve seen her touch herself a thousand times in my fantasies but the reality is so much better. “The proof of how much I want you.”

We’ve lightly explored each other the last couple weeks but I haven’t dared to touch her pussy. I don’t know what it feels like to run my fingers through her folds when they’re slick from need and desire. Or what it feels like to push my fingers inside her sweet, wet cunt while she rides my hand.

But I’m going to know. Soon.

“Take off those damn panties. I want to see what I’ve been waiting so long to have.” She pushes her thumbs inside the waistband and lifts her sweet cheeks as she shimmies the fabric down her hips and legs. When my girl is naked, she presses her knees together, reminding me she’s never been exposed to a man until now. She looks so sweet and innocent like that.

I hold out my hand. “Give them to me.”

She hands over her underwear and I bring them to my nose. My dick dribbles again when I smell her feminine fragrance, her sweet nectar filling my lungs. “You smell fucking delicious.” Good enough to lick. To eat. To devour.

Claudia lifts her leg and nudges the toe of her sparkly high heel to the bulge in my underwear. “Take them off. I want to see what I’ve waited so long to have.”

I slide off the edge of the mattress and stand next to the bed, looking down on her. Her eyes move to my cock and widen when I push down my underwear. “Duke…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence but I know what my girl is thinking. “I promise it will fit inside you just fine… when the time is right. But that won’t be tonight; we’re not fucking.”

I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke it up and down as my eyes devour her naked body. I have gotten off a lot lately using only my hand and the fantasies in my head. But I’m tired of the make-believe. The need to be inside this girl has become as necessary as breath in my lungs. “Slide down in the bed.”

I’m dying to put my mark on her but that’s an impossible task when you can’t touch someone. I’ll have to improvise.

“I’m naked. You’re naked. Hmm… what should we do?”

“I want to mark you the only way I can without touching you.”

Her brow wrinkles and despite the dim lighting, I can see her cheeks fill with color. “I don’t understand what that means,” she whispers.

How can she be so damn sexy while so innocent at the same time?

“I know you don’t understand and that’s one of the things I adore about you—your innocence. I love that you’re untouched by any other man.” She has no idea what a fucking turn-on it is to know I’m her first everything. First love. First touch. Maybe first orgasm.

I’ll be her alpha—and omega—even if she hasn’t come to realize that part yet. “What about your own touch?”

She bites her lip, and her cheeks further redden. “Sometimes I touch myself when I think of you and what it might feel like if we were making love. I always imagine it’s your hand between my legs instead of my own.”

“Do you ever make yourself come?”

“I don’t think so.”

That’s a no. “You’d know if you had.”

I tighten the grasp around my cock and pump harder. “Spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”

She plants her heels flat against the bed and her knees fall apart. A small stream of juice dribbles out of her glistening pink pussy.

I could make good use of that. Damn shame it’s going to waste. Unless it’s not.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you imagine us making love.”

“I don’t know how to do it right. It never works for me.”

I take her hand in mine and press the tips of her fingers to the top of her slit. “Start here. Like this.”

Placing pressure on her fingers, I guide her hand in a circular motion, spreading her slick nectar. “I wish I could taste you.”

“Me too.” She closes her eyes, arches her back, and rubs harder. Faster. “I bet it would feel amazing to have your tongue doing this.”

I’d love nothing more than to give in and say to hell with everyone but us. “I assure you the waiting is torture for me too.”

“Please, Duke.” Her voice is full of desperation. Torment. Misery. And it breaks my heart. My girl needs to come.

“Close your eyes, baby. Breathe slowly. Deeply. Imagine the ends of your fingers are actually the tip of my soft, wet tongue.” I guide her hand in a different motion—up and down through her slit. “Dip your fingers inside just a bit and rub right here.”

“Duke, I’m getting so wet.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She could have said anything—any fucking thing—and I could have handled it. But those words… I’m getting so wet. They’re like an offer you can’t refuse. And invitation you can’t decline. A temptation you can’t resist.

“I can’t take it anymore. I have to taste you.” I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth. Her eyes widen as she watches me suck her juices from her fingers. “You. Are. Delicious.”

I look at her dark pink slit while I lick her fingers and fight the urge to bury my mouth between her legs. Tongue fuck her hole and then replace it with my cock. Fill her with my cum until it flows out and pools into a wet puddle on the bed.

But I don’t. And I can’t recall a thing in my life ever being so hard to resist.

I take her fingers from my mouth and return them to her clit. “Rub yourself off. You need to come, and I want to watch.”

She’ll never know how much I wish I could be the one to completely own her orgasm. Just five more weeks, Windsor. You’ve hung in there this long. You can make it a little longer.

“Tell me when it starts, baby.” I want to cross the finish line together. Make this feel as much like the real thing as possible.

She nods as she pants. “Yeah.”

Her eyes are locked on mine and for a moment I forget it’s my hand squeezing my cock instead of her tight little body. “I’ll get to be inside you soon.”

I reach for her knee with my free hand and wrap one leg around my waist. Helps it feel a little less like masturbation. Her other leg comes around my waist and she locks her feet behind my back, pulling me closer.

One thrust and I could be inside her. That’s all it would take, and I could be owning her. Making her mine.

“Oh God, Duke. Something is happening. I think it’s starting.”

Hearing your girl tell you she’s about to orgasm will tighten your balls when nothing else will. “Let it happen naturally. Slowly.”

She convulses once. Twice. Three times. “Oh, shit, shit, shit. Mark me, Duke. Come on me.”

“Damn, Claudia.” When I come with a girl, I’m always wearing a condom. There’s never an option or discussion about where I’m going to do it. Claudia asking me to come on her is hot as hell.

“Please, Duke. I want you to.”

How in the hell could I say no to that? “Yeah. I’ll do it.”

I jerk faster, feeling damn happy that Claudia wants that part of me on her. “I’m about to do it, baby.”

Her eyes are glued to my cock with utter fascination when the first stream of sticky white cum jets out onto her stomach. One squirt and then the second. She watches with wonder as more pulsations squeeze a third and then fourth stream from my balls. It may not have been accomplished by being inside her but it’s the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time.

I take pleasure in seeing the collection of my cum pooling in the dip of her belly. She’s marked by me now. And damn if she doesn’t look good covered with it. The only place I’d like it better is inside her. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Duke. I’m forever yours.”

The wonder in her eyes. The fascination in her expression. The satisfaction in her smile. My heart wants to explode. “I loved every second of that.”

This is her first sexual encounter and it was a great privilege to be part of it. I can’t even begin to imagine how good fucking her will be. I’m not sure I can take it if it’s much better.

She dips her finger into the fluid on her stomach. “I have your baby-making juice on me.”

“And?”

She giggles. “Is it weird that I like it? I mean, having that part of you on me?”

Fuck, this girl is going to kill me. Virgins aren’t supposed to say things like that. “I don’t know. Is it weird that I like it being on you, too?”

“If so, then we’re both weird.”

She sits up and I use my hand to catch the trickle running down her lower stomach toward her vagina. “Careful, baby. The risk of pregnancy is small but my boys are swimming in that stuff. They’d like nothing better than to find a way to get up inside your baby hatcher.”

“I hear those things are always looking for a way in.”

“Damn right. And if my boys are going to get in there, I plan to at least enjoy putting them there.”

“I guess we need to talk about what we plan to do when you put your boys in there. I’m not on any kind of birth control.”

Time is closing in. It’s time to decide about this. “What are your feelings about it?”

“I’ve researched it, and I think the pill is a good choice.”

Why am I not surprised she’s been researching this topic? “Then you know it’s a good choice as long as you remember to take it every day at the same time.”

“I’m responsible enough to be in control.”

Claudia is mature. Always has been. I trust her with this. “I agree the pill is a good idea.”

“I’ll make an appointment first thing next week.”

I’ve been honest with Claudia about my thoughtlessness regarding past sexual partners, but she needs to understand that I never took chances. She won’t be putting her health at risk by being with me. “I’m clean. I wore a condom every time, but I had an incident with one breaking about two years ago. I tested negative afterward. No disease. No baby. No problem.”

“Whoa… okay.”

“I know my past isn’t what you want to talk about right now, but I needed to tell you. It’s important that you feel safe with me.”

“I always feel safe with you. I know you’d never put me in danger… not even for a little bit of booty.”

I reach behind her and dig my fingertips into her cheeks. “I plan on getting more than just a little bit of this booty.”

She puts her arms around my shoulders and pulls me down so I’m lying between her legs. “Do you want to use condoms with me?”

I’ve never considered forgoing protection with anyone—not once—but I would with Claudia. “You’d let me be inside you bare?”

“Honestly, it’s hard for me to imagine making love with latex between us.”

Another first. This time a first for both of us. “Of course, I want to.”

I bring her hand to my mouth for a kiss and catch a whiff of my musky fragrance, my brand, mixed with hers on her fingers. And damn if it doesn’t make my dick get hard all over again. “Mmm… the smell of you and I mixed together. There’s nothing else in the world like it.”

I close my hand around hers and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of a woman. Not just any woman. My woman. “I love that smell.”

And so does my dick since it’s at full attention poking Claudia in the inner thigh. “I can help you with that.”

I intercept her hand as it goes for my cock and intertwine our fingers. I don’t say anything this time. I simply shake my head.

She gives me her pouty face, the same one she’s used on me since she was four years old anytime she wanted her way. I’ve always been indulgent when it comes to Claud. Always letting her have her way. Not this time.

“Will you let me stay with you for a little while? I promise I won’t try to tempt you into sex. I just want to enjoy being like this.”

“Where do Staci and Shane think you are?”

“Hanging out with my friends.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. The shit would hit the fan if Owen figured out you were in here.”

“He’s down for the count. So is River.”

They took a lot of shots. I don’t think they’ll be awake before noon unless it’s to piss or puke.

“Come on, Duke. Let me stay.” Always persistent to get her way.

“Let me think about it.”

I roll to my back and lie down next to her. She takes my hand in hers and together they form a clasp that rests on her chest. “What’s going to happen to us if I go to UT in the fall?”

“We’ll text a lot. Probably have lots of weekday phone sex and act like a pair of jackrabbits on the weekend.”

She rises and leans above me so that we’re face to face. “Promise me, Duke. Promise me we will be together no matter what. No matter how things go with my parents or with Owen and River. No matter what happens with college.”

“I swear. You are mine, Claudia Laine Bliss, and I will never give you up.”

“Good. I’m holding you to that.” She turns on her side and backs up to me before pulling the sheet over both of us. Spooning. My dick poking her in the ass. “I’m staying. If you want me gone, you’ll have to kick me out of bed.”

There’s no way I can tell my Claud to get out. “Okay, but you have to go in a little while. Way before Owen or River get up. We can’t afford to be stupid about this.”

“I know.”

I set the alarm on my phone for four and turn off the lamp. I drape my arm over her waist before pressing a kiss against the back of her head. “Love you, little dove.”

“Love you… big Bram.” She giggles.

“You got that right, baby.” I am well hung and proud of it. And Claud is going to find out just how big big Bram really is when I take her virginity in five weeks.