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fucking do to me,” he muttered, turning his attention back to cutting her shorts off.
    The clippers easily sliced through the soft denim of her shorts. The tip of the blade teased her, lightly touching the outer lips of her pussy. She was careful not to move, not to jerk, or hardly breathe. They played this game from time to time. She liked the danger and the darkness that Vin always wore about him like a piece of clothing. He was easy to smile and friendly, but there was an edginess about him and she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He was the bad boy, yet he wasn’t. He was a very good man, a hero to those who knew him, and he always came back for her.
    Lying was never something she did, whether to herself, to him, or to anyone else. She was the brutally honest one. She might hedge for a while, she might even try to deny things, but in the end, she was truthful.
    Vin ripped at the denim he’d cut through and tore it out from under her bottom. She was completely naked but for the sandals on her feet. He stepped back, pushed her thighs wider. “ Fuckin ’ A, Mel,” he said, his voice rough and filled with admiration. She loved it when he cursed, when he talked when he was aroused. “Your pussy is still as pretty today as it was when I saw it the night of your eighteenth birthday.”
    Six years. She’d been his lover, his girl for six years. She’d never been outside their hometown and he’d been all over the world. She was a woman who could wield a screwdriver, a drill, and a hammer as well as or better than any man that lived in a hundred-mile radius, but she’d never seen or done anything but live the life she was born to. She was a handywoman and had taken over the family hardware store when her uncle died, having grown up playing with tools instead of dolls. Not that she minded. She was needed and she was liked. Small town life suited her. She’d never known any different and had never sought out any different. She’d fought for one thing in her life, and that was the man in front of her.
    Vin was a…she didn’t even know, but as she sat there on his workbench, naked and open and on the verge of another orgasm given the way he was looking at her, she realized it didn’t matter to her what he did when he went away. He was in the Army. He served his country. He came home when they let him and that...that was all that mattered. Wasn’t it? He came home, he came back to her.
    He reached out with rough fingers to fondle her. There was no hesitation or finesse in his touch. There was only a surety that he had the right. She thrust herself into his hand, unashamed of her need.
    “That’s my girl. You do love this, don’t you? This naughty side of you that belongs to no one but me.” He pulled her to the edge of the table, worked two fingers inside her cunt and pressed his thumb to her clit. “Your cunt is so smooth, so soft,” he murmured. He licked his lips as he stared between her legs and she widened them farther. Lust permeated the air around them and the wave of pleasure she’d been riding intensified. She was on the verge of coming again when he pushed the middle finger of his other hand against her asshole at the same time he leaned forward and latched on to one of her nipples.
    Filled, teased, and suckled, Mel thrashed against the onslaught. “Jesus, Vinny .” She rolled her hips and fucked his invading digits, unable to stay still, unable to keep from participating in the orgasm that was pressing down on her.
    He licked her nipple, then the edges of his teeth dug into the tender flesh and he bit down. Her grunt of pain as it mixed with the pleasure of her orgasm was as unladylike as she could get, but she was beyond caring. Her muscles contracted around his fingers as he pumped them in and out, as his thumb continued to rub against her clit. He didn’t ease up, he didn’t cease the motions, he didn’t even falter in his masturbating of her pussy, but soon his fingers were gone,