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kept coming around to see
her. She didn’t know what he wanted. There were times she truly thought he was
going to kiss her, and then at others, he seemed more a friend than a potential
boyfriend. She was going crazy thinking about him.
    Ever since Matthew’s father left without getting in
touch with her, she’d not been with any other man. No one knew who fathered her
child, and she was going to keep it that way. He was an older man who’d used
her for a weekend of fun. The first time she’d gone about experimenting had
been the biggest mistake she’d ever made.
    Glancing down at her watch she saw it was past five
and she needed to get home. She didn’t volunteer at the church tonight. Matthew
got all of her attention, which she was thankful for. There were times she
really didn’t feel she had enough time with him. Her son was three years old
and going to be starting school very soon. She wanted to get him to spell his
own name before he got there.
    Her mother helped with his care throughout the day
while Cheryl was working. Tying her hair behind her head she started to lock up
the shop. She wondered what her mother had been doing with Matthew as she
exited the shop. Turning toward the road she jumped. Butch sat on his
motorcycle waiting for her.
    “Hey, beautiful,” he said.
    “Butch, you scared me.” She pressed a hand to her
chest.
    “I thought I’d give you a lift home.”
    “What do you want out of it?” she asked, dubious about
the lift.
    He laughed. The sound went straight to her pussy,
making her melt. She tensed at the sudden assault of pleasure. He was the first
man since Matthew’s father to turn her on. She’d been a virgin, and one weekend
of pleasure had changed that for the rest of her life. Coming away she’d no
longer been a virgin but also pregnant. She learned her lesson about giving
into pleasure. For now, she kept Butch at arms’ length, even though she wanted
him more every time she saw him.
    “I was thinking dinner and a movie.” Butch held up a
DVD. Seeing the romantic comedy in his hands, Cheryl laughed.
    “You’re willing to watch a film you’ve criticized so
that I can cook you dinner?” She stepped closer inhaling his musky male scent. In
all of her life the smell of sweat and male had never been quite so addictive.
    “Your food is worth it.”
    She chuckled, feeling his infectious laughter get to
her. “Okay, I’ll cook you dinner, but you’re totally doing the dishes.”
    He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her
in close. “We’ll see.”
    Shaking her head, she caught the helmet he tossed her
way.
    “Put it on. I don’t want anything happening to your
pretty face.”
    Cheryl did as he asked, putting the helmet on then
climbing on the back of his bike. He grabbed her hands, forcing her to wrap
them around his waist. The strength in his stomach alone surprised her. She
couldn’t believe she was holding onto Butch. Every time she got close to him,
she felt alive inside.
    The heat pooled and started to get warmer at the feel
of his back between her thighs.
    Get a grip, Cheryl. Nothing is ever going to happen.
    Butch in her life was a mistake. She didn’t know why
he enjoyed hanging out with her. He knew she had a son and wasn’t seeing anyone,
and yet he was still there to see her. She wasn’t used to the male attention
coming from the men in her town. Nibbling her lip, she tried to block all
thoughts of Matthew’s father from her mind. One weekend of hot sex didn’t make
for anything else. She’d spent more time with Butch than with Matthew’s father.
    Without her asking Butch pulled up outside of her
mother’s place. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”
    “Matthew is not getting on that bike no matter how
much he wants to. I won’t be allowing him to ride when he’s older either.
They’re death traps.” At three years old Matthew was completely stubborn and
irrational. She loved him with all of her heart, but he sure knew how to cause
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