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No matter how hard Shane tried to shoo you away with a cold demeanor and obscenities, you just couldn’t leave the man alone. Ever since your first encounter, when he lovingly told you to “fuck off”, you made it your mission to be sickeningly sweet to him. You thought maybe if he were shown kindness and had a shoulder to lean on besides his aunt and goddaughter, he might drop his facade of being so callous. You knew he had a sweet spot; you see it in the way his eyes light up for just a moment when you present him with his favorite snack, grumbling his thanks as the cutest blush dusts over his cheeks. You weren’t sure when exactly you fell for him, but you’ve known you cared about him a bit more than anybody else in the town for quite some time. It was your big heart and loving nature that made you sure that although he had a sweet spot, he hated you.

You could tell ever since that night you found him passed out on the docks in Cindersap Forest. He had drunk himself stupid, and when you began to panic when he couldn’t stop vomiting and could barely stay awake, he gathered what little coherency he could muster to beg you not to call Marnie. But how could you not? Shane was much bigger than you, and you couldn’t get him to Doctor Harvey on your own. Marnie has one of the few vehicles in town, and deserved to know what was going on with her nephew. You could sense the tension in the hospital room when he awoke to find her glaring at him with tears in her eyes.

“Shane, I love you. But you need to get your shit together, not just for my sake, but for Jas. She doesn’t need to lose her parents and you,” Marnie cried, and Shane couldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he looked at you with the nastiest mug you’ve ever seen. If looks could kill, he just shot you straight in the heart. It was a look of betrayal, layered with rage. He knew Marnie was right, which was why he begged you not to tell her. He hated that now he was forced to face the truth he was running from, that his alcoholism had been long out of hand. He hated you for it.

“I should go,” you squeaked out, turning on your heels and all but running out of the clinic for your farm. It was a while after that before you saw Shane again, and he just ignored you. It was worse than when you first moved here, you almost wished he would curse at you, anything to hear his voice. So, when you saw him at that year’s flower dance, you decided to corner him and beg him to talk to you. You found him by the punch bowl, nursing a cup of fruit juice. He scowled at you when he saw you approaching, but otherwise he kept your gaze. He raised his cup to his lips and downed the rest of his drink, tossing it in the garbage afterwards. He stuffed his now free hands into his pockets, keeping his dark green eyes locked on yours.

“Shane, I --”

“I don’t remember much from that night, but I distinctly remember asking you not to call her. Why do you always have to meddle?” Shane interrupted her, his voice deep and low.

“Marnie worries enough about me as it is, and I don’t appreciate you making it worse,” He said, words laced with venom. Suddenly you forgot why you came here in the first place, swallowing your apology in place of anger. Seriously, what else did he expect you to do?

“What else did you want from me, Shane? Did you want me to leave you there to choke on your own vomit, or did you want me to carry you on my back all the way to the clinic?” You asked him, crossing your arms in disbelief. You don’t understand why he has to be such a stubborn ass. He finally looks away from you as he turns to walk away.

“Forget this stupid dance, I’m leaving,” he grumbled. Against your better judgement, you followed him. You couldn’t see him roll his eyes when he heard your footsteps behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides. He couldn’t see you flip the bird at the back of his head. You tried really, really hard to be nice, but sometimes he just pushed your buttons. Quite frankly, you were feeling pretty tired of Shane running away from the hard conversations.

“You want to know why I meddle, you dumb jerk? It’s because I care about you, but you don’t even care! You should be thankful I was even there that night!” You called after him. The two of you reached the front of Marnie’s ranch, and finally Shane turned to face you.

“I do care, you just don’t understand how hard it is for me when I already feel as bad as it is,” his voice was softer now, and you almost forget why you were mad in the first place.

“Shane, you have people in your life that love you, and want to help you and see you get better. You don’t have to face this alone,” You reached a hand out on his shoulder, and he moved closer to you.

“And do you? Love me?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You swallowed, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you lower your gaze to his lips. You can tell he hasn’t shaved in a few days, his beard growing scruffy and thick. You bit your lower lip, eyes glancing back upwards. He was watching your every move. You nodded, moving the hand on his shoulder to his neck. His hands find your waist and he dips his head low so his lips graze your ear.

“Say it,” he urges, something about his husky voice pleading with you gets your heart racing and a heat spreading throughout your core.

“I love you, Shane,” you say, guiding his mouth to yours. He hungrily accepts your kisses, drinking them in like a parched man from the desert. He walks you backwards until your back hits the wooden fence. His rough fingers dig into your fleshy hips, and he drags his tongue along your lower lip. You let out a shaky breath as you part your lips and accept him into your mouth. Your hands find their way into his wavy black hair as your tongue rubs up against his, and he lets out a low moan as your fingers begin to wrap around his silky locks. He pulls away from you and begins to press wet, open kisses on your neck. The stubble of his beard scratching and tickling you, it sends a shudder down your spine and causes goosebumps to prick at your skin.

“I am thankful, you know,” he almost whispers against your neck. You almost can’t think straight, the heat in your belly making the world around you start to spin. Shane peppers kisses along your jaw before giving you another peck on the lips.

“I am thankful for everything you do for me. For my family,” He says.

“I was a jerk to you, and you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry,” he stops now and is looking at you, awaiting your response. It’s as if he’s holding his breath in anticipation.

“I forgive you, Shane. I love you,” your eyes begin to well up with tears, and Shane pulls you in for a hug. You’re rubbing your fingers on his back when you feel his erection pressing against your thigh. It hasn’t been that long since the two of you left the festival, so no one should be coming around to interrupt any time soon. That was how you justified sneaking your hand around and pawing at him through his trousers, the warmth between your legs becoming almost unbearable as he pumps his hips against you.

“Turn around,” he growls suddenly, pulling away from you. You do as you’re told, grabbing onto the fence for support as he lifts the tulle skirt of your dress up over your hips. You wore a lacy white thong today to match your dress for the festival, and Shane was practically drooling at the sight. A warm shudder went up your body as he inhaled your scent, his hot breath hovering directly over your heat. He pulled your thong to the side and licked your entire slit like an ice cream cone. You gasped when he then stuck his tongue into your hole, fully tasting your juices. He replaces his tongue with his middle two fingers, sucking at your clit as he pumps in and out of you. Your legs tremble and you moan as you cum without warning on his face. Shane drinks in your climax like he’ll die without it, spreading your thighs wide so he can lap it all up.

“Think you can take me, baby?” He’s up at your ear again, one hand undoing your hairstyle for the dance and intertwining his fingers with the locks and the other lining himself up against your entrance. You whine and nod, arching your back against him.

“Please, fuck me!” You’re practically begging at this point, and Shane chuckles at your enthusiasm as he slowly inches inside you. You whimper as you stretch around him, spreading your legs wide to allow him easier access. He grunts as he bottoms out inside you, hissing about the tightness. Your slick allows him to easily slide back out of you, and soon enough he’s rutting against you as he finds his rhythm. He brings a hand up to your face and presses his thumb against your lips. You open your mouth and let him in, sucking on him gently.

“You’re such a good girl, taking my cock. Can you cum again for me, baby?” He asks, pulling his thumb out to allow you to answer.

“I don’t know if I can,” you pant. Shane brings his hand down and fondles your breast.

“Yes, you can. I’ll get you there,” he promises. He releases your hair and sneaks down to rub your clit, and you melt into his touch. He wraps his other arm around you and holds you close, rubbing slow circles against your bud as he slowly thrusts into you. You felt it coming this time, building up inside you like a wave ready to come crashing down. You’re moaning out his name with your release, and his humping speeds up, his own end coming quick.

“Where can I come, sweetheart?” He asks.

“Inside,” you moan. With a few more pumps, he’s spent, and he’s unloading his cream deep within you. You can hear the chatter of the town get closer and you’re pulling yourself together, getting ready to take off for your farm. You don’t need the whole town seeing you freshly railed right now.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Shane,” you say, giving him a peck on the lips. He looks at you with adoration, and for the first time in a long time, he’s hopeful for the future.

"I love you," he says, and off you go.

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