Alan watched him walk away, and then he saw it. The tires on his truck and Theresa’s car had been slashed and all the windows in both vehicles were broken.

Theresa saw it, too. She sat down right there on the floor and covered her face with her hands, crying. How was she going to pay to fix both vehicles? She only had collision insurance on her car and would have to pay for all the repairs herself. She couldn’t afford this. And she really should fix Alan’s car. He was here to help her. What was she going to do? Maybe she could work extra at the Club. This was getting to be too much.

Alan crouched down beside her and took her in his arms. “Baby after we deal with the cops we will deal with this. It’ll be okay,” he said, trying to reassure her.

Helping her up, he sent her to put something on while he started with the cops. Once again they took a report, but without witness they couldn’t prove the damage was done by Joe and wouldn’t do anything.

After they dealt with the cops, Alan sent Theresa to shower while he called to have the vehicles towed. Then he called Evan and Dave and invited them to Theresa’s house to discuss what was going on, he didn’t want to leave the house unguarded. He briefly told them part of the story on the phone, promising to go into more detail when they arrived.

Hearing the shower turn off, he imagined Theresa nude in the bathroom. Not a good thing. He was going to have to work hard to keep from doing something stupid. Hearing her bedroom door shut, he walked down the hall to shower himself. Then he needed to let Theresa know that Dave and Evan were coming over later. He also needed to go home and get clean clothes for the next few days. He didn’t want to leave Theresa alone and knew she wouldn’t leave with Joe still a threat, so he decided to wait until Evan and Dave were there and leave then.

Chapter Four

Theresa finished her shower, then went to dress. She wanted to wear something sexy for Alan, but couldn’t find anything in her closet that fit the bill, how lame. Finally settling on a pair of jeans that fit very well and showed off her ass, and a V-cut sweater that accented her breasts, she dressed. Looking at the sweater, she decided to lose the bra and see what happened. She had never seduced a man before, but had read enough books that she thought she could do it. Tonight she was sleeping in the same bed as Alan no matter what it took.

She heard the shower running and wished she had the courage to just get in with him. That would definitely start things, she thought, giggling. Wondering what he would do if she did get in with him, she imagined the results in her head while she went to the kitchen to fix breakfast.

Alan had already started the coffee, so she fixed some bacon and eggs and had them ready by the time he came out of the shower.

He walked down the hall barefoot, just wearing his jeans, his shirt in his hands. He was so sexy, Theresa almost came just watching him.

A knock came at the door. Oh no, she thought, not Joe again.

Reading the look on her face Alan said, “Relax, it’s probably just the tow truck for our cars. I called them while you were in the shower. I’ll deal with it.”

Theresa put the plates in the oven to keep warm and went to help deal with the towing. While they were outside dealing with the cars, Joe and a bunch of his buddies drove by, hollering and screaming. “What happened, bitch, somebody fuck with your cars? Bummer, woo hoo!” they yelled, whistling and throwing bottles and cans out the window.

“How fucking juvenile can you be?” Theresa said as she picked up the bottles and cans. “Fuck!” she exclaimed as she cut her hand on one of the broken bottles.

“Here, let me see.” Alan took her hand and looked at it closely. “Let’s go inside and wash this off, we’ll pick the rest of these up later.” Still holding her hand he led her into the house.

He walked her to the kitchen sink and stuck her hand under cold water. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Under the sink in the bathroom.”

“Stay here, I’ll get it, keep your hand under the water.” He quickly walked down the hall and got the kit, sprinting back to the kitchen. As he walked back into the room he saw her drying her hand with a towel.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep it under the water?” He grabbed her arm, quickly spun her around and smacked her once on the bottom. Spinning her back around, he put his hands on her waist and lifted her to sit on the counter. “Next time listen to me. Now let’s see how bad the damage is.” He stood between her legs and looked at her hand, he saw that it had almost stopped bleeding and the cut was very shallow. “Not bad at all. The bleeding has almost stopped. We’ll put a band aid on it to protect it for a couple of days and it should be fine.”

He kissed the wound and applied an antibiotic ointment, then the band aid. Leaning one hand on either side of her he looked down into her eyes. “Okay now?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, not sure why she had called him Sir, but it felt right. When he had swatted her ass, it sent a pool of moisture between her legs. What would his hand feel like on her bare skin? Would she have the same reaction? She wanted to find out.

Having him standing this close was heaven. He smelled wonderful. Her mouth was watering. She wanted him to kiss her again. Did she dare reach up and initiate the kiss, if she did would he kiss her back? The thought of the kisses they had shared last night still made her shiver.

He was standing between her legs, and if she scooted forward a little she could rub herself against him. If she did would he move closer or step back? Deciding to go for it and taking a deep breath she reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, she brushed his lips with hers. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she said against his lips. When he opened his mouth to say something, she slipped her tongue in. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer.

He soon took over the kiss and pulled her closer running his hands over her back. Not feeling a bra strap, he slowed his movements and slipped his hands under her sweater, lifting it up in the process. Baring her back, he could feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He ran his hands up and down her back.

Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and she smiled at him, “No bra?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Are you sure you want this, if I start I may not be able to stop,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“I’m sure,” she answered and pulled his head back down. He lifted her, one hand on each ass cheek, and carried her to the couch, not wanting to scare her by taking her to the bed

room. There was time.

He lowered her to the couch in a sitting position and knelt between her legs. Lifting her sweater, he slowly pulled it over her head. Baring her from the waist up, he stared at her breasts. Reaching out, he gently cupped them in his hands feeling their weight. He brushed his thumbs over her dark pink nipples and watched her quiver. Then he did it again, and again, applying a little more pressure each time.

She looked down, wide eyed, and watched him playing with her breasts. Every time he brushed her nipples it sent a shiver down her back and she shuddered. Her breath was coming in little pants now and there was a tingle between her legs. She needed more. “More, please, more,” she breathed, not sure what she was asking for.

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