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  Copyright© 2015 Jenika Snow

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-479-1

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  For those that have lost something, and didn't know how much they’d miss it until it was gone.

  JUST GIVE IN

  Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  The music was so loud, so intense, that as Lena Port danced, let herself get lost in it, she felt lightheaded. Hell, maybe it was the shots she’d had in the car on the way to the club? Being only eighteen meant she couldn’t drink legally at clubs and bars, but she knew how to party.

  She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, and saw Rory Jaymes, the love of her damn life, the one boy that she wanted to marry one day, and the guy that had been her first everything … well, almost everything. Tonight she’d rectify the fact she was still a virgin, and it was something she hadn’t told Rory yet. She wanted it to be a surprise, to be something special, even if she allowed herself to get good and buzzed.

  Tonight was one of the nights the club in their city let underage kids stay past the ten o’clock time frame. It was something they allowed once a month. So, when that came about they all piled into their cars, headed over to the club, and drank enough alcohol before they got to the club, that they could be good and drunk while partying.

  It was Friday night, and the underground room they were currently in beat, pulsed, and was alive with the bodies gyrating, dancing, and all but fucking each other on the main floor. Lena was by herself, although several girls from her school she’d come up with were nearby, grinding on their boyfriends, or hell, strangers even.

  The music that played meshed seamlessly together, going from one song to the other. Not one moment of silence filled the place. Lena started moving her hips to the beat of the song, stared at Rory, and felt her arousal grow.

  The lighting was low, and the flashing, neon spotlights made the entire atmosphere more sexually charged. Hell, Lena felt more sexually aware of what she wanted with Rory because of the atmosphere. She’d known him since she was just fifteen years old. Being with him for the last three years, doing all but actual sex that entire time, had been hard for her, and she knew hard for him, too. But despite Rory’s imposing size, the fact he was taller than the majority of the guys at school, bigger, and far more muscular, he was so gentle and understanding with her.

  That’s why she loved him more than anything else.

  But it wasn’t just that he took care of her and never pressured her into anything she wasn’t ready for. She also loved him so much because he didn’t have love in his life at home. She couldn’t could how many times she’d called him, or even gone over to his house to hear his drunken father yelling at him, belittling Rory with hurtful, disgusting names. She hated Rory’s father, wished things were different for Rory, but she also knew that they were seniors now, and that he’d be able to finally leave all of that behind.

  She’d be by his side, as well.

  Rory was moving back toward her now, this aroused gleam in his eyes, which only made her hotter. He was right in front of her only moments later, his knee between her thighs, the friction and pressure of that limb causing her pussy to become wetter. They may not have actually had sex yet, but oral, touching, hell, almost everything else was open to experience. God, did she like it when Rory touched her.

  She’d just wanted to wait to lose her virginity until she was older, until she really knew what she was doing. She’d always known Rory was the one that she’d lose it to, and that time had come now.

  Lena was hot, and not just temperature wise. Her nipples poked through her tank top, her thong wet from her desire for the guy right in front of her. He smelled good, crisp, clean, but spicy from the cologne he wore. Sweat beaded between her breasts, and when she saw Rory look down her shirt, clearly able to see her cleavage and the droplets of perspiration that lined between them, she felt her pussy clench tightly.

  She wore a skirt, a short one that showed off her legs. But she was only showing off for Rory, only tempting him.

  Rory leaned in, slid his fingertips slowly over her lower back, the part that was exposed as she lifted her arms above her head and danced for him, grinding her body against his. He applied more pressure with his knee right up against her panty covered pussy, applied pressure to her lower back with his hand, pulling her harder toward him, and moved his mouth to her ear.

  “Damn, Lena, I want to take you to my truck, drive us out in the middle of nowhere, so that no one can bother us, and eat your pussy out until you come all over my face.”

  “You keep talking like that and I’m tempted to go into one of the bathrooms and suck your cock.” Yeah, they both had dirty mouths, but then again she was kind of drunk, and feeling extra aroused since she planned on being with Rory tonight in all ways.

  “God, baby,” he groaned. “I could come in my fucking jeans right now from the way you talk.”

  She rested her forehead on his chest, breathed in the scent of him, and continued to grind herself on his hard body. Before she knew what was happening Rory was moving them backward, but she didn’t fight it, didn’t try to stop it. When she felt a wall greet her back only seconds later she stared up at him. He’d moved them to the corner of the club, people all around them, so close she smelled their sweat, heard their harsh breathing.

  For a moment he didn’t say anything, just used his body to press hers to the wall, kept her there to let her feel his hard cock. She was wet. God, she was so wet that her panties felt uncomfortable. There had been so many times they’d almost gone all the way, so many times she’d been on the verge of begging him to take her virginity. The thing was he’d always stopped, and not because he didn’t want to, she knew that.

  Rory was a virgin, too.

  Having been together since they were only fifteen, there hadn’t been a moment she’d ever wanted anyone else. He’d come from a home that was broken. He could have allowed himself to fall into the wrong crowd, get hooked on drugs and alcohol like his father, and gorge himself on the girls that would gladly spread their legs for him. But he was smart, such a good guy, and he’d always been faithful to her.

  She was the only one that knew he’d never had sex, but just by looking at him no one would ever guess. He was big and muscular, even had some tattoos on his arms that made him look extra badass, and everyone knew they didn’t mess with him … or her for that matter. Maybe he looked like he’d be a man-whore, but that didn’t mean he fit the mold.

  No, Rory Jaymes was a breed all to himself, and God, did she love him because of it.

  “Seeing all these fuckers stare at you pisses me off. But I feel lucky you’re with me, that you’re my girl.” He pulled her impossibly closer to him. “I want you so damn badly, baby. My cock feels like it’ll rip right through my jeans. It’s starting to make me feel like I am going to bust a nut like some kind of amateur.” He cupped her ass, gave one cheek a squeeze, and groaned again. “And this fucking outfit you’re wearing … makes me want to punch a motherfucker out for even looking at you.”

  She moved her hands up his thickly corde
d and muscular arms until she curled her fingers into his t-shirt covered shoulders. She’d known wearing something so revealing would probably toy with Rory’s already razor-edged possessive and territorial urges toward her. But she loved that about him, loved that he only had eyes for her, and if any other guy tried to mess with her he showed them what was up.

  Lena felt his erection pressing against her belly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rose on her toes to press her lips lightly against his. They kissed for several seconds, his tongue moving along hers, and his cock a hard, steel rod between their bodies.

  “I’m here with you, Rory.” She pressed her pussy down on his leg a little harder until she gasped from the pleasure that shot through her body. “You’re the only one that makes me this wet.” She took his hand and pushed it lower, not caring that they were in the middle of the club. She guided his finger under her skirt so he could feel how wet her panties were. “See, that’s all because of you, Rory,” she said against his lips. He groaned, and lifted his leg a little higher, a little harder.

  “I want to lick your pussy tonight, baby,” he said in a low, deep voice. “I want to run my tongue all over your cunt, and lick that sweet cream from you until you beg me to stop.”

  God, he had a filthy mouth, but she loved it.

  She pressed her lips to his fully, and he instantly deepened the kiss. He tasted sweet and spicy, like cinnamon. He wasn’t drinking tonight because he was driving her back home. At least one of them was thinking clearly and levelheaded, and being responsible enough to be smart about things.

  “How about getting me a glass of water?” She leaned back and smiled up at him. Knowing that so many people surrounded them didn’t deter her from slipping her hand between their bodies, curling her fingers around his rock hard erection that pressed against his jeans, and saying in a low voice, “Tonight I want to be the night, Rory. Tonight I want you to take my virginity. I want us to be together for the first time.”

  His body went solid, his muscles like stone. He cupped the side of her face after several seconds, leaned down to kiss her softly, and then said against her mouth, “We don’t have to rush anything.”

  She chuckled against his mouth. “We’ve been together for three years, Rory. I don’t think this is rushing,” she said on a breath. She rubbed her open palm on his cock again, the damn thing straining against the jeans.

  “Fuck, Lena. I’ll come in my jeans before I even leave the club.” He moved his lips to her neck, ran his tongue along her throat, over her pulse under her ear, and she heard him groan softly.

  “If you don’t stop I might lose the little control I actually have right now, and I don’t think I want to lose my virginity in this club,” she chuckled, teasing him.

  He groaned again. “You’re right, and I’m not about to do that to my girl.” He licked her throat again. “Even your fucking sweat tastes sweet, baby.”

  That had her grinning and leaning up to give him a little peck on his lips. He groaned, pulled back, and stared down at her.

  She lifted her arms above her head, her shirt rising up slowly, exposing her midriff more. Rory moved back from her, eyed her up and down, and made her feel like she was nude for him.

  She moved back toward the dance floor and slowly started moving to the music. Lena started dancing just for Rory despite people surrounding them. His cock was hard, and she could see it pushing against his pants. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes and this fierce expression on his face.

  The music washed through her, and the heat and alcohol made her feel even more lightheaded. She watched as he moved through the people, pushing away the ones that weren’t smart enough to get out of his way. He might only be eighteen, but he was built like a linebacker.

  The bar was only about ten feet from where she stood, and once Rory was at the counter he glanced over his shoulder at her, giving her a wink. That one act had her pussy clenching.

  Lena closed her eyes and continued to dance. She got lost in the feeling of swaying to the music, of her anticipation and excitement over what she was going to do with Rory tonight, and let herself get higher because of it. The heat in the club was intense, and she started to feel sweat line her spine.

  It seemed like minutes passed as she danced. And then the feeling of hands moving around her waist from behind, of warm breath sliding along her neck, and of a very hard cock digging into her back, had her smiling. Rory was insatiable, and she loved him more because of it.

  “I swear you’ll be the death of me,” she said, but knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her because of the music in the room. She pressed back against his crotch, and felt him move his hands up toward her breasts. But it was the scent of liquor on his breath, the way she was being touched, that had her opening her eyes, knowing instantly this wasn’t Rory behind her. He hadn’t been drinking all night, and she’d know how it felt when Rory touched her.

  “Don’t stop grinding that sweet ass on me, girl.”

  Lena turned in his arms and pushed him away instantly. He stumbled backward a few steps, clearly taken back by her sudden movements, and he didn’t look pleased by the fact either.

  When he moved toward her again she scented the pungent aroma of stale cigarettes and sweat come from him. “Come on. Don’t be like that, sweet thang,” he slurred out and grinned. His teeth were slightly yellow, probably from the smoking, and he had a very pronounced gap between his front teeth.

  “Dance with me some more.” He moved closer.

  “No thanks. My boyfriend is at the bar.” She turned to leave, but the guy reached out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back toward him hard enough she stumbled backward.

  Lena might be bold with Rory, but she wasn’t a confrontational type of girl, especially when it involved a drunken guy at a club that clearly couldn’t take no for an answer.

  He stared at her, perspiration sliding down his forehead, his dark shirt damp from the sweat, and tightened his hold on her wrist when she tried to pull away.

  “Seriously, let go.”

  He was either too drunk to realize what the hell he was doing, he didn’t care, or he wanted to get the shit kicked out of him, which would be what happened if Rory saw.

  She tried pulling her arm free again, looked over her shoulder, and saw Rory’s back to her as he got her the water. “I said no. Now let me go.”

  “Come on. Quit being a cock-tease.”

  Okay, she’d had enough. She had no sympathy for guys that couldn’t take a hint, and didn’t respect when a girl said no.

  He yanked her toward him again, so hard this time she practically fell forward. She had to brace her hands on his chest just to steady herself, but instantly pushed away.

  “You’re hurting my arm. Let go.” There were so many people around, and the music was so loud, that it wasn’t that surprising that no one was helping, that no one probably even noticed the interaction.

  “You are a cock-tease, aren’t you?” he said with annoyance in his voice. “Swaying your ass, grinding it all over me. You’re nothing but a little bitch—”

  And then she saw the expression on the guy’s face change, saw his eyes widen as he looked over her shoulder, and knew from the feeling of body heat behind her Rory was there.

  She turned around, the guy finally letting go of her. Her wrist hurt, would probably be bruised from how hard he’d held it, but she wasn’t worried about that right now. Rory looked pissed. He held a clear plastic cup of water in his hand, but the longer he stared at the guy that had touched her, the tighter his hold was on the cup. And then the plastic crumbled in his grasp, water spilling over his hand and landing on the floor.

  Rory had his hand on her shoulder, and pulled her back behind him. She’d seen him get into a few fights at parties they’d attended, mainly because drunken guys started shit with him, trying to be stronger.

  They always lost.

  And then Rory was going after the guy without even talking to him. He slammed his fist into the side
of the guy’s face, and the other man fell to the floor instantly. Rory picked him up by the collar of his shirt, his biceps straining from the force, from the power. Lena felt like she should stop this, but the fact remained the guy had brought this on himself. She had no sympathy for guys who thought they could take from unwilling women.

  Rory hauled him off the ground, and punched him in the face once more before letting him go. Blood sprayed out of the guy’s nose, as it clearly was broken. His lip was also split. He pulled himself off the ground, wiped his hand over his mouth, and looked at the smeared blood.

  People started moving back from the violence. Rory went after the guy again, but she knew she couldn’t let Rory get in trouble over this, and security would be coming any minute. She rushed toward him and grabbed the back of his shirt. But moving Rory when he was intent on something was like busting through a steel wall. It was impossible.

  “Come on, Rory. He’s not worth you going to jail over.” She tried pulling him away, but he shrugged off her hold.

  “No, Lena. This motherfucker put his hands on you.”

  “Do you really want this to be how the night ends, with security hauling your ass out and the cops throwing you in jail for the night?” she asked, trying to get through to Rory.

  He stopped, looked over his shoulder at her, and the rage she saw on Rory’s face was like a blast of cold air. She’d seen him like this before, and even if she knew he’d never hurt her, Lena couldn’t help the chill that moved through her.

  “This fucking asshole needs to learn that he can’t be a little motherfucker and touch women when they don’t want him to.” Rory rolled his head around his neck, lifted his hands, and cracked his knuckles. Lena looked over his shoulder to see the guy had already pulled himself off the ground. He had blood all over his shirt and the bottom half of his face.