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But when she looked at Mike, felt his hand on her skin, she couldn’t help but wonder if life would really be so bad if all the men in town had a hand in knocking her up.

And by the end of her last day as a virgin, she was full and truly knocked up.

Laura’s Innocence - Book 1

Book Themes:

Breeding, Barely Legal, Virgin, and Bad Boy

Word Count:

5,424

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Laura’s day couldn’t have started any stranger, that was for sure. In all her years livin’ in New Bethlehem, a community of religious puritans, she’d never seen a man naked. Not once. Not even for a glimpse!

Yet on her walk through the forest for mushrooms, there she found herself starin’ at a man, naked as the day God made him. But God had sure done a heck of a lot of improving since the day he’d made him.

Tall and broad in the shoulders, he was tanned with dark hair. His chest was bulging with muscle, and there was no doubt that this wasn’t some soft city slicker who’d come a wanderin’ into her neck of the woods. He was big, he was hard, and he was masculine. He had long dark hair that was pinned back behind his head, a neatly trimmed beard unlike the ones the men of her community wore, and dark hair that ran all down his chest like a lil’ trail that stopped at a tuft right above his most private of private areas!

Oh Lord! She thought. Such a sight was somethin’ she never thought she’d see, let alone like, but there it was… all hangin’ out in the glittering sun for her and Heaven to see. Big and thick, it dangled between his legs somethin’ intimidatin’.

He stood in the creek, washin’ himself up, and Laura found herself staring. Not out of any conscious decision to do that, but just because she was stunned! Breathless!

Her heart beat like crazy, and it felt like it might jackhammer its way out of her chest, but things only got worse as she saw it… rise. The thick male organ swelled and stiffened before her eyes, rising up of its own accord. It kept on growin’ and risin’ up, until it throbbed and twitched so thick Laura was absolutely stricken with blood red embarrassment.

That only got worse when she realized it got so big, because he was lookin’ back at her in turn. An uneven smile on his broad, handsome face as he watched her.

“Are you gonna hop in too, or what?” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

But Laura just bolted. She was absolutely beet red in the face and she just ran, liftin’ her dress skirts and droppin’ her mushroom basket as she took off back towards the village.

How’d she ever live that down?

* * *

Laura was not one for restless nights. She worked hard same as everyone else, and she was exhausted by the time it came to go to sleep. But even with her weariness, thoughts of that fella dwelled in her mind… kept her from findin’ the peace she needed to get some rest.

Every time she closed her eyes, her mind went to a place of sin, thinkin’ back on that stranger who had smiled at her so crassly. He was a heathen, no bones about it, but she couldn’t help but want more.

Her hand rested on her stomach, clothed in the plain white dressing gown, but her hand kept tremblin’. Wantin’ to inch down, relieve some of that pressure that was gathered between her thighs.

She took in a deep breath, willin’ herself to be pure, as she mentally started recitin’ a prayer, but maybe that was the wrong decision because while her mind was busied with sayin’ the familiar words, her hand moved of the devil’s accord.

Down between her legs, lifting the gown and snaking in under it, bringing her cool fingers beneath her panties and straight to her burning hot sex.

She gasped at the touch and retracted her hand instantly, but there was no sleep to be found. Not that night.

* * *

Fate wouldn’t let Laura off the hook easily. She had to go back and reclaim her discarded basket. Her pa wouldn’t let her leave some valuable weavery out in the woods forever, but part of her was glad for the excuse, even as another raged because it’d tempt her with sin again.

Though when she arrived at the creek, disappointment filled her.

There was no sight of the fella.

And of course there wouldn’t, she scolded herself inwardly. Why’d she think he’d be out bathing again at the same spot, and same time, after gettin’ caught?