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A Southern Love

By: Nymfoholic



Callie Eagen washed the floor of the empty Diner with bone weary hands. She had just worked the long open to close shift and was dead on her feet. Thank God there were no chairs to lift onto tables she thought as she made her way toward the back room with the sodden mop. Swish, swish, swish the rhythmic motion was almost soothing after such a long day. 

Even tired she was a beautiful creature to behold. Her Daddy called her his 'fallen angel'. Her long curly blond hair brushed the top of her bum. She was not very tall 5'5, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. Her lovely deep blue eyes looked almost purple. They were highlighted by dark long lashes. She had full sweet lips that made men think dirty thoughts about her. It didn't help that she had a body that never quit. She was skinny without being too thin. Full breasts, tiny waist and curvy hips. She was stunning in deed. 

Taking a break to stretch her back she watched as a set of headlights pulled into the parking lot. Music was blasting out of the truck so loud that she could hear it inside the small roadside establishment. It looked just like an old Airstream trailer with windows, only battered now with age. Billy-Bob Eagen, Callie's father, flashed his headlights at her to let her know he was there to get her. Oh great she thought. CJ's with daddy, they are probably drunk or high, or both! 

A trendill of fear rose in her. Her daddy was a dangerous man and especially when under the influence. If he and his best friend Colton James (CJ) had been hanging out, there could be trouble. They usually got up to no good together. 

Callie put the mop and bucket away in the back room before slipping out the ugly brown door next to it. The diners back entrance was disgusting enough to put you off eating there if you got looking around. The big garbage receptical smelled putrid, adding to the run down feel of the place. She locked up and headed to the truck. 

CJ saw her as she approached and got out to let her in. That drew daddy's attention to her. "Evening Cal" CJ said as he found any excuse to touch her. She shrunk away as his arm grazed her elbow. Scrambling into the truck Callie felt ill at ease. Lately CJ always had a hard on and smelled like dirty underwear. He stared too long at Callie and was always trying to touch her. Something was up with these two, she could feel it. 

Daddy had a mean look tonight. He scowled at Callie's uniform. The diners dresses were pink with white collars and pockets. White aprons finished the look. Her Daddy objected to how tight and short they were. Callie's full breasts threatened to spill out the top and the skirt just covered her. It was Big Al's way of drumming up business. 

Daddy's greeting was gruff as he spun out of the parking lot. Callie noticed that he never asked her how her shift went. He simply didn't care. Daddy always told her that as long as she was at work or in school he didn't have to worry about what she was up to. Now that she was done school he made her work at the diner full time. He wouldn't let her go to college. He kept her on a real tight leash. 

She was surprised he let her keep her pay and her tips. She was grateful though cause she was saving to get away from him. It wasn't easy. Daddy was real tight fisted with money. He provided everything Callie needed and nothing more. If she just wanted something she had to get it herself.

The police scanner under his seat went off as they turned for home. Daddy sped the whole way assured that the local 'pigs' were busy over at Ruby Weston's. She and Grey, her husband, were at it again. A fight broke out at their place at least twice a week. 

The men rolled their windows down and cracked a beer each as they raced home. They hooted and hollered out the windows the whole way. Despite the warm June weather Callie was cold. Music pounded into her ears until her head hurt. Her heart was in her throat the whole way. Her Daddy was an authentic bad ass redneck. No respect for others, the law or women... In that order.

Mamma was the only real exception Daddy had ever made. He tried real hard to clean up when she was alive. Della Eagen had been Daddy's walking fantasy. She had real dark hair, pale white skin kissed with pink, and full red lips. Her dark grey almond shaped eyes had thick lashes that always looked made up. Large high breasts and full hips. Long, long legs and a small waist. Billy-Bob had worshiped her. 

She'd been gone three years now and it seemed Daddy got harder and more depraved each year. He was making moonshine and she couldn't be sure but Callie suspected that he and CJ were cookin too. Not at their trailer but somewhere deep in the bush. 

They arrived home in a cloud of dust. Daddy and CJ were laughing like a pair of idiots as Daddy threw the trailer door wide open. The two men fell in the door in high spirits. "Get us another beer Cal" He said as they headed to the back to 'smoke'. Callie walked into the tiny kitchen and retrieved two beers from the fridge. Opening both she walked back through the small trailer to the side door. She stopped as she heard Daddy's voice. 

"You'll keep your hands off her till you get married. You touch her before then and I'll pound your ass." 

Her Daddy had CJ by the throat. His face was inches from his best friends. 

"Alright! Alright! I don't get why you want me to marry her anyways Billy-Bob. I really don't. Not that I mind but she's half my age for fucks sakes!"

Her Daddy growled and lowered his voice. "Listen up you stupid fuck. She turned 18 this month. She gets her inheritance and I want that god damn money." 

His face screwed up and anger made his eyes look like the devil. 

"That money should have been mine when Della died. That bitch mother of mines crazy clause cut me out of my wife's money, leaving everything to Callie."

Callie was shocked! She had money from Mamma?! This was the first she'd ever heard of it. 

Callie knew her Daddy loved her somewhere in his being. Though he was a harsh disciplinarian he had never really hurt her, he was protective and though they were never close he did do the odd thing with her. He'd taught her to shoot a gun, hunt, fish... He even showed her how to fix things on the cars around. But, to hear him now? Callie could hear nothing but hate and contempt in his voice. Her eyes grew wide at his next words. 

"You WILL marry that little bitch in two days time. I control you so I control my fucking money. GOT IT!"

He shoved CJ clear off the porch. She had never liked or trusted CJ ever in her recollection but she kinda felt sorry for him now.

"I've already got the licence. All you gotta do is show up."

CJ seemed pretty shook up as he sat down in the lawn chair. He ran his hand over his buzzed head. 

"Okay, okay! Jeez Billy-Bob. You don't gotta be an ass about it" he whined. 

"Just fucking be there."

Callie felt frozen inside. Her Daddy was marrying her off to CJ for money! She couldn't stand the idea. It repulsed her deeply. Not only was CJ a pretty bad guy, he really was a lot older than her. Her Daddy was 48 and CJ was only a few months younger. Where Daddy was still real good looking for his age CJ wasn't holding up so well. He wasn't ugly but there wasn't anything to recommend him either.

Bile rose in her throat at the thought of being touched by him. 

Callie jumped when her Dad yelled for her. She rushed out with the two beers. She set CJ's down on the little table beside him without looking at him.

She was careful to bend at the knees and not the waist. Last time she bent over in front of her Daddy in her uniform he had spanked her bare ass till it hurt to sit! Daddy had spanked her a few times over the years and always on her bare ass. She was a beautiful girl and her Daddy wouldn't tolerate no slut.

She turned and handed her Dad his beer. She could feel CJ's eyes traveling the length of her body. It creeped her out and made her skin crawl. 

"Daddy? Can I have permission to order a pizza? I am really tired tonight, it would be a real treat not to have to cook." 

Her eyes implored him as she spoke. He eyed her with barely concealed animosity, still riled from his confrontation with CJ. Callie watched as the monster in him ebbed away and her 'Daddy' came back. 

"Ya go ahead. Get plenty of meat on it." He shouted the last part as the screen door slammed. Callie was already inside. 

First things first she thought. Callie called for the pizza. The guy on the phone said it would be 55 minutes. Looking at her watch she noted the that it was 10pm. Not much time. She hurried to the back door on her way to her room and called out to her dad. 

"pizza in 55 minutes Dad."

She didn't wait for his answer. She rushed to her room and ripped her uniform off. She threw on jeans and a t-shirt. Callie pulled her hiking bag out from under her bed and stuffed it full. Grabbing her passport, State I.D. and legal papers she zipped them carefully into the front of her bag. Then she snuck out the front and rushed into the woods. As quickly as possible she took the path to the Old Fort. Leaving her bag there she ran back as fast as her legs could carry her. She was standing serenely when her Dad came looking for her. 

"What the fuck are you doing out here?" Daddy growled.

Callie jumped and spun around. 

"J...just waiting for the pizza Daddy."

"The pizza guy can knock like everyone else. Get in here and get us some beers" he growled menacingly. She rushed to do his biding.

Callie waited a few more minutes. She had to time this right...10:30

"Daddy?"

"What?"

"Can I run into town quick?"

"What the fuck for?"

Callie's heart was beating real real fast. 

"I just started... I need girly stuff. Besides, your almost out of beers. I could get myself a pop too."

Daddy looked at CJ. 

"I'll take you after the pizza comes."

Callie took a fortifying breath. She wasn't used to defying her dad.

"There won't be time Daddy. If I don't go now the beer store will close."

Callie waited with baited breath. Daddy reached into his pocket and threw her his keys. 

"Hurry up."

She was shaking as she started her Daddy's beat up truck. She backed out of the drive and careful not to floor it, she drove toward town. At the stop sign she put it in park. Slipping down from the wheel she headed into the bushes. She came back to the truck a few minutes later with her bag. Throwing it into the flat bed she hopped in and drove off. 

Her fingers shook so bad she could hardly dial her cell. She started crying as soon as she heard her best friends voice on the other end of the phone.

"Ginger can you meet me at Big Al's? It's urgent."

Callie pulled into the empty lot at the Diner. Ginger was already there waiting in her 'little old hand me down' pick up. Callie hid her Daddy's keys under the seat. She slammed the door and grabbed her bag from the back. Rushing to Gingers passenger side she yanked the door open. 

"Hurry Ginger!! I gotta get to the bus station! Hopefully by the time Daddy figures out I'm not coming back, finds his truck and realizes he can't find me... I'll be with Grandma in Atlanta." The two girls drove off into the night. 

"Fairview Georgia to Atlanta- $56.90"

Callie stood outside of her Grandmothers. The massive house looked frightening and intimidating in the dark. The crisp night air was nipping at her skin. For a June night it was freezing. Callie felt like the night air matched her hurting insides. 

She watched as Grandma turned on her porch light. She wasn't expecting anyone at all for a visit, especially at 4am. Suddenly Callie was grateful the taxi driver had agreed to wait and make sure someone answered the door before leaving her there. The door flew open and Callie was enveloped in a surprisingly strong pair of elderly arms. 

Callie cried into her Grandmothers ample bosom. Her tears fell hot and fast. Grandma had a surprisingly beautiful and youthful face and it was etched in concern as she understood the gist of her sweet granddaughters broken heart. Ushering her inside the warm house, grandma was met by her life long servant. Quiet orders were issued. He rustled away to make hot chocolate and prepare a room for Callie. 

As Callie explained her situation it occurred to her that, while this was not the first place her father would look, it was pretty high up the list. She knew she couldn't stay more than a day or two at most. She was loath to tell her. 

Grandmother was a grand ol' southern belle. A beautiful, graceful old lady that remembered a simpler time of sweet balls and gentleman a plenty. She never could deal with crazy rednecks like Callie's dad. 

Della, Callie's mom had been an only child and stunning debutante. A diamond of the first water. How she met and fell for Callie's bad boy redneck Daddy, Callie never knew. But the dark haired, grey eyed beauty had stole Billy-Bobs heart and shattered her parents. 

It had always pained her Grandmother to see Callie's fair beauty because she was an Eagen through and through. There was no resemblance to the Grantham side of the family at all. They were all tall and dark haired. But oh how she loved her only grandchild! Hot chocolate sipped and tucked up in bed, Callie slept. 

Morning brought a visit from the family lawyer, Fenton James Drummond, of Drummond and Drummond law firm. The lawyer sat with Callie and her Grandmother for several hours explaining the will, inheritance, and estate. Finally she understood her daddy's greed. 

Callie's parents had eloped. Without a prenuptial agreement Billy-Bob would get anything Della got so Carl and Morgana Grantham changed their wills. 

Mamma had been worth $250,000.00 when her papa had died. It was tied up in trusts that didn't allow her to access the money so long as she remained married to Daddy. She died of an aneurism before anything could be done about it. In the event of Mammas death, Callie would inherit the money on her 18 birthday. She was only 15 when Mamma died so all this was explained to Daddy as her guardian. Now that she was of age she could access her inheritance. The papers were all ready to sign if Callie would be ready to do so. She spent the next few minutes doing just that.

Mr Drummond gently took Callie's hand and explained that when her Grandmother passed Callie would inherit her entire estate too as her only living relative. It was valued at 3.2 million in house, cash, investments and overall assets. This would all go to Daddy if anything happened to Callie. She was to carefully consider that. Grandma lifted fearful eyes to Callie's. She knew and understood Daddy's hate and greed.

Callie was in the bath the next day when she got the call. She feared it was Daddy. He had already called several times. She didn't put it passed him to call on a blocked number. 

She had considered getting a new phone while she was out doing her banking. Callie's new account held $286,000.00 in it with the interest incurred over the three years since her Mamma died. Considering all her circumstances Callie thought she had better take care of a new cell as quickly as possible.

Her heart was thumping wildly as she answered. 

"Hello?"

"Cal? Is that you?"

"Stacy? Oh my god!"

Callie sat straight up in the bath, water dripping down her supple body unnoticed. Her nipples hardened as the cold air kissed her steaming skin. Callie knew instantly that something was very wrong. Concern filled her voice as it shook. Stacy was still silent. 

"Stacy what's wrong?"

"I can't explain over the phone. Please come now if you can get away Callie. It's life or death!"

Callie rushed around packing for the second time in three days. Grandma was upset that Callie was leaving but she knew that she was very close with her only female cousin. 

Though the Eagen's were a large family, Billy-Bobs younger brother Luke had also only had one child, Stacy. She had blond hair and blue eyes like Callie as they both favoured the distinctive Eagen look. Callie was an Eagen in every way but her build. In that she took after her mother, except in height. Mamma was real tall. Like Callie, Stacy had gotten her body from her mother. Tall, thin and small breasted. 

All 6 Eagen brothers were fair with dark blue eyes and rugged good looks. Just like their Daddy before them. Many of Stacy and Callie's cousins were fair haired and blue eyed too. They were all boys and they all had the Eagen build. 

Callie and Stacy had grown up together as the family was close though Stacy had left home two years before with very little, if any contact since. Callie was desperate to get to her.

As she arrived downstairs to say her goodbyes Callie pondered the best method of travel. She could take the bus, she could fly, she could take the train...

"You could drive Miss" Dougie said. "Ol Mrs Grantham still has your Mommas bright yellow jeep. It's been well maintained and is still insured." 

Her Grandmother smiled as she came into the room with the keys. 

"I've already thought of it Dougie!"

She turned to her darling granddaughter, tears gathering in her eyes.

"I'm a silly old woman" she said as she gathered young Callie to her. She revelled in this hug. She was getting old and wouldn't be around forever. She pressed the keys into Callie's hand. 

"Now, you drive careful. I called the lawyer back and told him I was giving you the jeep early. I also called and added you to my insurance. It's probably better your not here when your Daddy comes looking anyway. You keep in touch and be safe. Come back to me real fast you hear?"

Callie hugged her Grandma real close. Then she picked up her bag and left. 

Stacy was in Louisiana. Callie dug out a map from the glove box. She located the vehicle registration and insurance card. She took a minute to plan her route. It looked like a seven maybe eight hour drive. Callie waved to her Grandma and drove off into the brilliant afternoon sun. 

Callie drove down the interstate listening to John Mayer real loud. A strong feeling of freedom came over her. She felt light and happy for the first time since Mamma died. She was still worried sick about Stacy but she was out on the open road on her way. "Hold on Stacy... I'm coming."

Callie drove all during the day taking breaks as needed. She pulled over and slept in a Motel that night along the way. She ran into her first spot of trouble leaving Alabama. 

It was early morning and the sun was just struggling to rise. Callie left the motel and drove the short distance to the Gas station. She had just finished filling up when a couple of yahoos drove up in a rusty old pick up.

"Well well Dusty... What do we have here?" asked the huge punk rocker. 

"A mighty fine young peace of ass it looks like to me" answered his skinhead buddy.

Callie knew she was in deep trouble when they left the truck running and headed directly for her. The massive punk rocker grabbed her and lifted her right off her feet. She screamed. He put his hand over her mouth and threw her in the back of his pick up. His buddy started to undo his pants as he approached the truck.

The punk rocker held her pinned by her throat. She couldn't get away or draw enough breath to scream. It was an effective way to subdue her. His other hand ripped her shirt open. Callie wasn't wearing a bra. The chill of the morning air made her nipples harden and gave her goose bumps. "Check this slut out! She's not ever wearing a bra!" He bent and sucked her nipple hard then did the same to her other one. 

He reached into the crotch of her baggy gym shorts. Grabbed her lacy thong he yanked it hard tearing the fragile material. With no other real barrier to stop his hand, he parted her folds and pinched her clit real hard making Callie whimper in pain. He pulled her shorts down.

Callie had never been so frightened in her life! One of the benifits of being Billy-Bob Eagens daughter was that she could come and go as she pleased without being bothered by anyone. The entire community knew who Daddy was and feared him. 


A Southern Love Ch. 02



Virginia Harrington's Story

Virginia Harrington sat at the small table in the interrogation room. The officer that had arrested her was waiting for an answer from her as to why she had shot and killed a man.

"I shot Jack Fairview because he came for my baby..."

"No Ma'am you didn't..." The officers voice faded away as Virginia's thoughts were drawn to the past.

'Virginia stood in the mirror. She turned from side to side looking for flaws in her appearance. There were none. 

Her white gown was perfect. Mother had it made exclusively for her Presentation Ball. The Cotillion was the most anticipated event of the debutante season! Everyone wanted to wear the most beautiful gown. Virginia already knew her gown would be the best.  

Virginia put on her white gloves. Her single string of fresh water pearls gleamed at her neck. She examined her face. Her huge emerald green eyes were framed with thick long lashes. They sparkled like gems. Her short curly hair was just long enough to kiss her neck. Full red lips and a pert little nose. Delicate pink cheeks made her look healthy and young. 

She had a stunning figure. Medium sized high breasts, a tiny waist and lovely rounded hips. Her short stature seemed more sultry than cute. At 5'4 she was the shortest Deb this season but she was also the most beautiful. 

The entire Debutante season ran from May through December and culminated in each Debutante being presented to society. It was an exciting time because the celebration also signified that a debutante was ready for courtship and marriage.

That was Virginia's ultimate goal. Richard Harrington. Wealthy, kind and handsome. A real southern gentleman. Every Debutante was after either him or Matthew Larrimore, the two most eligible men around. 

Virginia's mother, Elizabeth Dunham, was a Georgia peach. She wanted her daughter introduced to Georgia society as well as within the Louisiana circuit where her father, Peter Dunham, was born and raised. This meant that she had needed two of everything. This dress by far outshined her last one!

The Christmas Cotillion in Savannah Georgia was the oldest Debutante Ball in the United States. It had been held since 1817. This year it was being held on December 26th. 

Virginia had attended as a honorary Deb in the past. It was there that she had gained an introduction to Richard Harrington, Carl Grantham, and the stunning Morgana DuCain.

Richard was from Louisiana like her. He lived in southern Louisiana near the bayou and she was from south central. That was why they had never met. 

He had gone to the Georgia Deb Ball as an escort for his friend, Carl Grantham's, little sister. He was 6' feet tall, muscular without being large, and graceful. He had very light blond hair. His eyes were a thrilling grey. Virginia was smitten. 

At first she was stand offish with the lovely Morgana. Her beauty rivalled Virginia's with her stunning straight black hair and her huge black eyes, thickly lashed. She was tall with large breasts, long legs and round hips. But it soon became apparent that Morgana was in love with Carl. It wasn't long before they became fast friends.

Her own Southern Cotillion was being held tonight in New Orleans, Louisiana during the Carnival season. Her family had travelled there the day before and were staying at a hotel near the venue. The ball was turning out as everything it promised to be. 

The ballroom was a massive estate room. Huge chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their bright glow diminished by the sheer size of the room. Smaller wall sconces spaced out so many feet on the walls helped brighten the room considerably and yet the room's over all lighting was subdued. 

Virginia peeked out through the heavy red curtains. The guests lined the walls waiting for the Debs to appear. Daniel Du Fremont, her escort, was her brothers best friend. He was a nice enough guy from a eligible family. He was boring. Virginia knew he was crushing on her and that her parents approved a match between them. She couldn't wait to ditch him. 

Daniel hovered over her shoulder looking over Louisiana's elite. "Ready?" he asked. She slid her arm in his and took her place in the short line. It was time. 

With the formalities over, the couples swirled around the dance floor. As Daniel led her around the ball room Virginia scanned the crowd. No Richard. Her spirits were just starting to plummet when she saw him slip into the room. He was with a boy as tall as him but as dark as he was light. Virginia recognized him instantly. Carl Grantham. 

Carl was slightly taller than Richard. He had jet black hair and stormy silver eyes. He was a similar build to Richard but carried a slightly bigger frame. He was good looking too. Virginia wasn't interested in Carl though he was a real fine gentleman. 

The set over, she was delivered to a group of her friends. They were all chattering excitedly. The talk was all of Richard and Carl. That irritated her. She didn't like competition and normally did what she could to eliminate it but she knew in this case there was nothing she could do but grin and bear it. 

The small groups sudden hush caught Virginia's attention. She looked up as Richard approached her. 

"Virginia. It's nice to see you. You look lovely."

Virginia was thrilled! He had sought her out! She knew she was the envy of every girl present tonight.

"Why thank you Richard." Her eyes looked directly into his. She smiled. "You are looking very Dapper yourself!"

He extended his arm. "Shall we dance?"

"I would love too." She allowed herself to be led to the floor. She could feel Richards warmth radiating towards her. His hand at her waist was strong and sure. He led her around the floor. Her beautiful full dress swished and swirled as he led her expertly through the dance. 

He danced with her several dances and when they were done with the set instead of returning her to her friends, he asked her to walk with him. They spent hours walking, talking and dancing together. When the night was through Virginia was in love. 

Virginia saw a lot of Richard after that. Sometimes they were joined by Carl and Morgana. Virginia enjoyed those outings. Carl was very smart and funny. He brought out a lively side to the quiet and serious Richard. Morgana was a sweet southern belle. She saw the bright side of everything and the good in almost everyone. She had an endearing personality. Virginia could see why Carl had asked her to marry him. 

Virginia's spring was filled with long romantic walks and sweet stolen kisses. By summer they were dating exclusively. It wasn't long before he'd asked her to marry him. 

Virginia married Richard that next spring. Carl and Morgana stood up with them. It was a huge affair. The Dunham's and the Harrington's were both important families so over 250 people were in attendance. 

Richard and Virginia spent their honeymoon on an enchanting island resort. Once home her heartache began. Southern families are supposed to produce an heir. But after several years one still hadn't come. By the time Virginia was 25 she decided to take matters into her own hand. 

Now Virginia loved Richard Harrington with all her heart. He was a fine man and a fine husband. He swore he was okay not having a babe but Virginia knew that to be a lie for her benefit. She was a very competitive woman and all her friends, with the exception of Morgana, already had children. Virginia wanted... no needed one too. 

Jack Fairview was a real good looking man. He was huge. 6'4 at least, with massive muscles from the hard work he did. More importantly he had Richard's size and coloring. He was fair haired and grey eyed though his eyes were dark with a black rim and Richards were a clear grey. If her baby should take after it's father and not her she needed to select someone close to Richard in looks. Jack was perfect and was Virginia's childhood friend. 

His family was into sugarcane. He worked long hours spread out over several farms located in south central Louisiana. He'd always had a crush on Virginia but her daddy wouldn't have allowed her to date him so she never encouraged it. 

Virginia approached Richard about having a ball during the carnival season. She included Jack and a few other friends from home giving them invitations to stay over at the house. 

Virginia planned her party carefully. She wanted a lively busy party that she could slip away from with Jack and not be missed. Carl and Morgana would be there as well as family. 

In the event that she failed to get away she wanted Jack there overnight. She would visit him in his room if she had to. She had no idea how she would convince him to go along with her schemes. She thought perhaps she'd have to get him drunk. Turned out to be much easier than that. 

From the moment Jack arrived his eyes never left Virginia. She felt a little flustered by his intense gaze. He seemed hungry toward her and she was a little wary. Not enough to forget her plan though. Her desperation for a baby was a strong motivator. No. She would proceed but she didn't know quite what to expect from the man hungry to touch her soul. 

Virginia made her rounds at the party, greeting guests and making conversation. Jack was always somewhere around, watching her, keeping his distance but following her just the same. 

The party was in full swing when he finally cornered her. Her green eyes were huge in her face as he pulled her into his hard chest. "Virginia. God you are beautiful." She smiled what she hoped was an inviting seductive smile.

He didn't seem to be taking the bait so she stepped into his arms and kissed his mouth. An innocent kiss. He stared at her hard and his mouth captured hers in a heart stopping kiss. He ground his massive erection into her. 

Pulling away he looked at her with pained eyes. "Why did you invite me here Gina?" His use of her childhood nick name made her feel soft and safe despite his intensity.

"What do you mean Jack?" She searched his eyes. "You know I've always loved you Gina. Even when you would tease me as a kid I still loved you." He held her bum and rubbed her into him. He kissed her deeply again. "I want you so bad!" 

Virginia let him kiss and fondle her. He groaned as he felt her wetness between her legs. "I have to have you Gina..."

There was someone coming. She pulled away from him. "Later. When the parties over I'll come find you. Leave your door unlocked." She slipped away. 

All night Jack haunted her like a sexy shadow. His eyes glittered and his bulge was evident. Finally the party ended. Virginia had all her guests settled in for the remainder of the night. She put Richard to bed too. He had had quite a bit to drink and passed out quickly. It was 3am. 

She slipped quietly down the corridor dressed in her lingerie and dressing gown. Outside Jacks door she hesitated, her conscience heavy. Richard was a good and faithful man. Could she do this? Then her hunger surfaced. The desire to feel life inside her, the longing to have a child for her and Richard... She squared her shoulders and knocked quietly. 

She entered the room thinking that she would have quick impersonal sex with Jack and be back in her room in a half hour. She was ill prepared for what lay ahead. 

Richard was an attentive lover. He always made sure that Virginia received pleasure from their coupling but he was unimaginative and only liked the missionary position. This is what Virginia anticipated with Jack. She knew she was wrong as soon as she entered the room.

Jack was sprawled in the middle of the bed naked. His beautiful body on complete display. He was large and fit just like Richard but that's were the resemblance ended! Between his legs was the biggest erection Virginia had ever imagined. It was so large she feared it would split her insides. She backed up. Turning for the door she felt Jacks hands on her. 

He pulled her to him and started removing her dressing gown. He hushed her as she struggled. Kissing her and trying to settle her fears. Soon enough he had recaptured her interest, stripping her naked he carried her to the bed. 

Jack lay her down and spread her legs. His hunger for her was so intense, so long standing that he didn't think he'd last for her. He had wacked off to the thought of her while he waited so he hoped he would have some control. 

He looked at her tiny love hole. It was beautiful and still looked untouched. Her husband must be very small he thought. He couldn't wait to bury himself balls deep into that tiny tight body. 

He reached out and touched her breast. It was full and firm. Her nipple hardened at his touch so he squeezed it. She gasped. He bent his fair head and suckled her, softly at first, then with barely contained lust. He lavished first one breast then the other, over and over. Her soft sighs and gentle cries enflamed him and spurred him on. 

His hand reached down between her spread legs and touched her. She jumped as her clit was stroked for the first time ever in her life! It felt so good, so dirty that she closed her legs and squeezed her muscles. She was very wet down there. 

Jack left her breasts and gently pried her legs open. He rubbed her inner thighs getting closer and closer to her wet opening. Virginia was filled with desire for him. She wiggled with anticipation and sweet discomfort as his hands neared her need. This time his touch was like fire in her veins. 

Jack nursed at her breasts as he brought her vagina to life. He rolled her rose blossom buds with his tongue as he wished she had milk to suckle. He groaned as he loved her tiny cunny with his hands. Rubbing her clit, using her slick juice to slide his fingers over her hard sweet nub. Sliding his finger in her he found her spot and pulled her orgasm out of her. 

She was whimpering as her body built up to a shattering climax. It was the first time she had orgasmed without a penis in her. Her mind was blown. She wanted Jack inside her now! 

"Please Jack.. I need you. Please... Put yourself inside me..."

Jack was thrilled to hear her softly uttered words. He had dreamed them a thousand times. His heart turned over. But he wasn't ready to take her yet. 

He knelt between her legs and lifted her to his mouth. His first taste of her was almost more than he could take. His body shook as he forced himself to be gentle. To go slow. She shuddered against him. 

He licked her soft and slow. His tongue entering her tight womanhood as he tasted her deeply. Then he wiggled his tongue and drew it out slowly to lick up her slit and over her bud. He slowly sucked her tender bud into his mouth and hungrily nursed her forbidden teat. She cried out softly as her body came apart. 

Jack lay her back against the bed. Her legs were still spread for him. He grabbed hold of his aching member and put it gently at her impossibly small hole. He knew he had to go slow. He wasn't really sure why she was here with him but he was sure glad she was! 

He rubbed his swollen head against her soft crevice. It was hot and wet, dripping love juice over his mushroom top. He coated himself and slid into her tightness. He'd had to pushed fairly hard and she cried out as his head popped into her. Her tiny hole was spread to capacity and clung to his hardness like lips. He couldn't believe how hot and tight she was! 

He pulled out slow and rocked forward again, going a little deeper this time. His throbbing member was surrounded by white hot heat squeezing him like a vice. He could hardly gain entry. Pulling out slightly he rocked her to him again, and again. Finally he was able to slide in and out of her tightness with some ease. Her wet snatch sucked him hard and held his dick for dear life. It was ecstasy. 

She was moaning and wiggling beneath him. She begged him for more and more of his girth. At last he was all the way in. He could feel her womb as he bottomed out inside her. Her muscles spasmed around him and massaged his hard throbbing pole. He loved it. With a light heart he started making love to her. 

Virginia was beside herself. She had never felt anything as erotic as Jack making his way into her body. He was so gentle and so firm that she had experienced another delightful orgasm. Now he was sawing in and out of her in a slow tantalizing rhythm. She wanted to scream at him and pull his hair out. 

"Faster Jack... Please." Her desperate plea filled the room. 

Jack picked up the pace. Then he stopped, pulled out and turned her over. He entered her again. This time from behind. He forced her head down making her body take him deeper. She moaned a deep guttural sound. Her body was so turned on. 

"Touch yourself Gina" he said. Taking her hand he guided it to her swollen nub. He moved her fingers over it in a gentle circle. Her body jerked. It was so sensitive, it felt so good. Without his aid she continued. 

Jack started pounding into her. She was so full, it felt so good, her body warmed. Her nipples peaked. Goosebumps spread over her and she came apart. He continued to slap into her. Her body continued to spasm. Milking him hungrily. 

Jack pulled out. He lay on his back and forcefully impaled Virginia onto his rock hard member. It felt so good. He moved her frantically up and down his body. Her bosom bounced in his face. He sat forward and sucked and gently bit them. He moaned. 

"Keep rubbing yourself Virginia. Be my hands for me baby."

Virginia put her hands between her legs and played with herself. Jacked groaned and rocked into her harder. It didn't take long... He exploded inside her. She doubled over, her orgasm hit her so hard.

Exhausted she lay in his arms. Jacks hands traveled her body. He touched her everywhere. He licked and kissed every inch of her. She was overwhelmed and undone. She had never before experienced such ardent love making. She wept as Jack made slow sweet love to her again... And again.

Virginia woke early. Her body was sore and tender in places that she had never been touched before ever. She couldn't believe the things that Jack had done to her body or how much she had loved them. She could hardly walk as she left Jack sleeping in his bed and made her way to her husband and her room. She didn't know what to feel or think. The experience had changed her forever. Marked her permanently. 

Once inside her room she undressed quickly. She got into her bath and washed the evidence of her affair away. Clean, she lay back in the tub and let her silent tears fall. 

She loved Richard with all of her heart and she had originally done this for their happiness but she knew now that she would never be satisfied with her husbands love making again. She would always hunger for Jack.

Time passed and Virginia found ways to be happy again. First there was her pregnancy. Richard was completely unsuspecting and totally ecstatic with the news of their impending child. She also started to volunteer with a few local charities. 

Eventually her baby came. A beautiful blond boy with grey eyes. They named him Carter. After awhile Virginia managed to suppress her hungry need and things returned to normal for her. Other than the gentle ache that surfaced from time to time she was perfectly content. 

Both her and Richards family and friends were happy for the couple. Everyone knew that they had waited so long for a baby and tried so hard. Virginias life was filled with visitors and it helped keep her mind off of her dark thoughts.

Her visit with Morgana and Carl was bittersweet. Morgana was elated for her friend, but was also torn up inside. Virginia knew exactly how she felt! She had watched so many of her friends get pregnant without her. She held Morgana tight as she prepared to go. She somehow understood that while they may write each other still their friendship had changed 





A Southern Love Ch. 02



One dark night while Richard was away on business Virginia had a surprise visitor. Two year old Carter was in his nursery for the night. The house was locked up and Virginia was just climbing out of the bath. 

As she opened the door into her bedroom she saw Jack. He looked desperate and torn. Her heart leaped. As soon as he saw her he strode to her, a look of hungry purpose in his eyes. He grabbed her and devoured her mouth. 

Jack fair ripped his clothes off. Picking her up he threw her on the bed. He ravaged her body for hours. Jack made love to her in every way he could think of. He had been so in need of her passionate sighs and her soft skin. Her wet silky hole welcomed him home as tight and hot as it had ever been. 

Jack took her body hard and fast. He made love to her between her sweet legs as well as her fantastic behind with pure unadulterated lust. He left no part of her body untouched as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Spent he held her in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest. 

"Run away with me Gina... Leave him and come home with me. Let me love you like this everyday of our lives.."

Virginia cried hard. Jack held her tenderly as she wept. Finally she said "I can't. I love Richard. I can't leave him and Carter."

Hurt more that he could have imagined he let her go and stood by the bed. He looked down at her as he dressed. Finally it struck him what she had said. "Who is Carter?" 

Jack had gone deadly still. 

"My baby" she said softly. 

She didn't like the look in his eye as she scrambled from the bed. She grabbed her housecoat as Jack left the room in search of the baby. She reached under the bed and grabbed the shot gun. Virginia ran for the door. As she rounded the corner of Carters nursery she saw Jack looking down on him. Not a stupid man he knew right away that Carter was his. Scooping him up he turned to her. His eyes ablaze. 

"You'll not pass him off as a Harrington Gina... Not as long as I'm alive."

"Have it your way Jack" she said as she lifted the shot gun. Aiming directly at him with out so much as a tremor she said "Put Carter back in his bed and leave Jack."

Jack stood there for a moment. He looked down at his sleeping son in his arms. His eyes filled with tears at he laid him back in his bed. He turned to Virginia. "How can you do this to me Virginia? Please baby... Come with me. Bring our child with you." His eyes pleaded with her. 

She hardened her heart and cocked her gun. "Leave Jack. Leave and don't ever come back or I will shoot you dead."

A tear rolled down Jack's cheek. He pulled himself together and walked past Virginia out into the hall. 

"I love you Gina. If you ever change your mind... I will be waiting."

He watched Virginia nod once and walked away. Virginia started shaking. She put the gun down and picked up Carter. He looked at her with sleepy eyes and smiled. He lay his head on her shoulder and went back to peaceful sleep. 

She carried her son and the shotgun back to her room. She lay Carter on the bed and returned the gun to its hiding spot. Curling up beside Carter she wept. 

Life went on for Virginia. She was relatively happy. Eventually she got over her guilt and found contentment. She settled in raising Carter to be a successful young man. 

Richard died shortly after Carters Graduation. The same year that Morgana and Carl would have a baby girl. Virginia was thrilled for them even through her grief at Richards passing. 

Della was an enchanting child. Soft black hair, silver grey eyes, red lips. Her happy laughter filled the house on their frequent visits. With Carter gone life was not always happy for Virginia. She contemplated the past far too often. 

Morgana and Carl slowly lost touch with her after Richards death. Their lives were filled with pain as Della went wayward and eloped with a local bad boy. Virginia understood that both their lives were filled with pain. 

It was only when Carter married the beautiful Lucinda that life became bearable for her again. With the addition of a daughter and the timely birth of her twin grandsons, Virginia found peace. 

The boys were her spitting image and were impish too. Always up to some mischief. Their antics kept Virginia's life happy and full. It soon became clear that Damien was strong and silent and Dante was charming and youthful. But Virginia dotted on both grandsons with equal devotion. They filled her life with joy...'

Virginia was pulled out of her revelry by the investigating officers voice. His frustration was evident on his face. 

"Mrs Harrington, you shot Billy-Bob Eagen not Jack Fairview... Do you understand that?" 

Virginia looked confused. She paused. "I... There was a man... He had a gun..."

"Yes Ma'am. He broke into your home and you shot him. We understand that. What we need to know is do you understand that you shot and killed Billy-Bob Eagen and not Jack Fairview."

Virginia shook her head adamantly. "No. No I shot Jack. He came back. He wants Carter..."

"Excuse me for a moment please Mrs Harrington." The officer got up and left the room. He shut the door quietly behind him. He spoke to Carter and his Lawyer. 

"Mrs Harrington is very confused. It's evident that something medical is happening. You should get her checked out." 

Carter nodded his agreement.

"I'm going to release her into your custody. We are not pressing charges at this time. It is apparent that Mr Eagen broke into your home with multiple weapons and the intent to harm." 

Carter thanked the officer as he opened the door for him. He entered the small room and looked at his aging mother. He gently helped her to her feet. 

"Come on mom. We can go now." He said quietly. Virginia looked up at Carter with tears in her eyes. She followed her son out into the evening air. 

"You believe me right Carter? You believe it was Jack?"

"Yes Mama I believe you." Carter said as he helped her into the car. 

The end



A Southern Love



Callie was fighting as hard as she could. She was scratching and kicking but at 120 pounds she was as effective as swatting flies. The punk rocker out muscled her easily by 150 pounds. He held her in place with one hand as he undid his pants. Callie was a virgin and didn't want to lose her innocence like this. Trembling with fear she pleaded with them to let her go. They just laughed. 

"A sweet little peach like you? No way!" 

The click of a gun cocking stopped them. The most gorgeous man Callie had ever seen was standing behind the skin head. He had a large gun pointed directly at her attacker, not paying any attention at all to the smaller man.

"Let her go" the stranger said in a low growl. The skin head wasn't very big or brave. He ran and got into the truck and locked the door. The rocker seemed matched size for size with the handsome stranger. Callie watched as he weighed his options. He decided he couldn't beat a gun and loosened his grip on her. 

She bolted as she pulled her shorts up. Jumping out of the flat bed she hid behind the man with the gun. He was very tall and muscular. He stood 6'3 at least. They backed up together. The stranger kept the gun pointed at the angry punk rocker. It didn't waver once. His other arm came around Callie. 

"You'll regret this Mister..." the punk threatened zipped up. He jumped over the side of the truck and scrambled in. He drove off without waiting for an answer. 

Callie was shaking like a leaf as she clung to her saviour but he was having none of that. He picked her up and strode over to her jeep. Depositing her on the passenger seat he headed around the other side. Callie quickly tied her shirt closed. Her ample bosom was barely contained but it would do. 

She turned to see that the gas attendant had come out. He was a kid about 19. He seemed to understanding the urgency of their situation as he accepted the bills from her protectors hand. He ran back into the building and locked the doors. 

The man bent down and grabbed a back pack. Tossing it into the back of the jeep he jumped into the drivers seat. He threw the jeep into first gear and shot out of the lot. His actions were sure and quick. They headed down the street to the interstate with a sense of urgency hovering over them. They stopped for a red light.

Looking back she watched as two trucks full of skin heads sped into the gas station looking around for them. Baseball bats in hand they started smashing the place up. Callie hoped the kid at the gas station would be safe. The light changed. Soon they were out of site. 

Silent tears streamed down Callie's face. She was pretty shook up. She glanced over at the man driving her jeep. He was concentrating on driving as fast as he could legally go. She stared at his beautiful face. 

He had black wavy hair, worn slightly long. The wind wiping his hair all around his face. She knew from her view of him in the gas station that he had the most amazing green eyes Callie had ever seen on another human being. Impossibly long dark lashes a woman would kill for framed his piercing eyes. Right now he had a sexy scowl on his face. She sighed.

He glanced over at her. He couldn't help but stare at her beautiful breast. Feeling like a leacher he fixed his gaze on her face. Shit! Not helping. Those lips made him think of how they'd feel sliding up and down his cock. He took his eyes off her altogether and concentrated on driving. 

After a bit he noticed that she was finally calming down. His deep voice was soothing and sensual as he spoke directly to her. 

"My name is Dante Harrington. You ok?" 

She could see concern for her written all over him. From the anxious look on his face to the tense way he held his massive body. It occurred to her that if this stranger decided to ravage her she'd be back at square one. Something about her face must have betrayed her thoughts because Dantes next words were "Don't worry you're safe with me! I'm a southern gentleman!"

He had slid the gun into the waist of his jeans but he took it out and laid it in her hands. He said "you hold onto this for now ok?" 

Callie accepted the gun in her lap. She picked it up and checked it out. It was a nice piece. It was a Colt Wiley Clapp 45. Also known as a 'Colt Cowboy Special'. She'd only held one once before. Her father had brought it home and let her check it out before locking it up. She had never seen it again. She fumbled a bit trying to open the cylinder. Shock flowed through her and she shouted in anger.

Her companion jumped as her high pitch scream of rage and panic filled the jeep. The fast moving vehicle wobbled as he regained control. 

"What? What?" He yelled back instantly concerned. At first he thought she shot herself but then he remembered the gun was empty. Relief surged through him. 

She shrieked "You tried to save me from skinhead rapists with an empty gun!?" 

For such a tiny thing she was awful loud.

"Successfully saved you" he reminded her with a cheeky grin. 

She grit her teeth with frustration. "You were bluffing" she ground out. Callie wasn't used to dealing with people who bluffed. If daddy pulled a gun it was cocked, loaded and he was willing to shoot!

He smiled a full on sexy smile. "Oh Darlin, they were too stupid to call my bluff."

They sat quietly in the car while Callie struggled to pull herself together. He had no trouble hearing her quiet "Thank you for saving me... I'm Callie Eagen by the way"

"It was no trouble Callie...I could use a favour though." 

He looked at her sheepishly. Apprehension unfurled in her tummy. She was grateful to this guy for saving her from a brutal public raping by two guys but she was only so grateful! 

Her "what might that be?" sounded wary. 

"Well.. " he seemed to hesitate then make up his mind. 

"I was at that Gas station because I was hitchhiking home... 

I was at a party in the area last night and... 

I kinda got a little drunk... 

And I might have misplaced my car... 

I need a ride home to Louisiana." 

His embarrassment was acute.

Relief flooded through her. She could do that. It would be to her advantage to have a guy and a gun on the rest of her journey. She turned to him and asked "Do you have any bullets for this gun by any chance?" 

His "Yes Ma'am I do" was a relief. She turned a radiant smile on him. He wondered for the second time what such a beautiful girl was doing travelling alone. 

They tag teamed as they drove for efficiency. Dante was already driving so he took the first shift while Callie rested. It wasn't long before Callie saw the flaw with this plan. She wasn't tired because she had just had a full nights sleep while Dante was practically asleep at the wheel from partying all night. They pulled over and switched places. Dante was asleep in seconds. 

During the trip they stopped several times to eat or use the rest room. Callie was getting to know Dante fairly well. He was a huge teddy bear, slightly irresponsible, funny and charming. Her nervousness dissipated completely. 

At first Callie was awed by his good looks. She had never met a man as handsome as Dante before. She wondered briefly why she wasn't drawn to him even a little. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps she was a lesbian. Why else wouldn't she feel something for this nice attractive guy??

Once they crossed over into Louisianna Dante realized that she was going fairly close to his home town. 

She pulled into a secluded motel he knew all to well. Dante reminisced about the last time he had been here. The hot little red head sure knew her way around a stiff cock! Dante felt himself stirring as he remembered. 'Fuck Dante, your a gentleman remember?' 

He scolded himself and got out of the jeep. He watched Callie gather her bag and the gun as she got out too. Curious, he grabbed his bag and he followed her. She walked around the side of the motel and knocked on door number 8. 

Shuffling could be heard from inside. A young woman in obvious distress answered the door. She was wearing a tiny tank top that barely covered her b cup boobs and a ultra mini skirt. She had no ass and long skinny legs. At first Dante thought she was a prostitute and instinctively looked around for her pimp. He was confused when she clung to Callie crying. 

She was beat up pretty badly. Callie wasn't handling it real well so before he ended up with two hysterical women on his hands, Dante figured he better take charge of the situation. If that were possible. 

Dante got both women to sit down and started asking questions. He determined that the beat up woman was Stacy Eagen and that she and Callie were cousins. That Stacy had been beaten up by her boyfriend not her pimp. That garnered him a dirty look from both girls. 

The boyfriend was a career criminal and a real bad dude. Upon being released from a short stint in the slammer he found out that Stacy had been pregnant. Now he was after her baby. Not because he wanted to to raise the baby but because he could sell it for a lot of cold hard cash. Stacy was real scared. 

That got Callie's full attention. A very new blond baby with eyes as blue as Callie's was produced from a basket hidden beside the bed. There was also a box of clothes for the baby and a diaper bag of supplies. 

Callie accepted the tiny bundle into her arms. She appeared to be less than 3 months old. Callie was enraptured by the small creature. Dante was enraptured by the delicate pink areola that was peeking out of Callie's torn shirt. Another half inch and her nipple would be on display. He closed his eyes.

Stacy started crying again. She couldn't go home. Her mom had left when she was three and no one had seen her since. The Family was pretty sure her dad had killed her. Stacy had left home so abruptly because her Dad was fucking her. 

She couldn't turn to Callie's Dad or her other uncles either. They were as bad as her own Father. Callie seemed to adamantly agree with Stacy about that. 

Dante wished she would not nod her head so vigorously. It jiggled her perfect tits and made his mouth water. She seemed to have forgotten the ripped T-shirt and her nearly nude look was killing him. The girls were talking again. He struggled to pay attention.

"Callie, I need you to take Grace. Take her and keep her safe." 

"Yes, yes, anything." Callie's strong sense of loyalty wouldn't let her abandon baby Grace. 

Stacy was real quiet for a moment. She lifted pleading eyes to Callie's. 

"It gets worse Cal..." Fresh tears slid down Stacy's face. "I'm dying."

Callie's eyes grew wide and filled with tears. "What? What do you mean your dying?"

Stacy explained her illness. She had a rare grade 4 aggressive brain tumour. She would be dead in three months. 

Dante asked her how she found out about it. 

Stacy was crying again. "Before Grace was born I got a headache that wouldn't go away. I still have it. They found the tumour but it was too advanced already. I've had it for 5 years they think." 

She dumped a pile of pills out of her purse. A white envelope fell out with them. She handed the envelope to Callie. She explained that the papers were for Grace. Her birth certificate, custody papers in case something went wrong. A letter for her for when she got older... Some pictures of Stacy, one of Grace's father.

Before Callie could respond a knock sounded on the door. Stacy wiped her eyes and went to answer it. A beautiful black woman in a nurses uniform stood there. Stacy smiled and invited her in. 

"This is Patrice. She is my nurse. I'm leaving now..." 

"What? Wait! Woah, woah, woah... Stacy I can't take Grace for ever! I'm only 18! What am I gonna do with a baby!" Callie was in full panic mode. 

Stacy walked back to Callie. She put her hands on either side of her face. Looking deep in her eyes she said.

"If you don't take Grace I will understand. Your young, your scared. But, Grace will have nothing and no one with out you Callie. You can do this. Your stronger than you think. Besides, you are the only decent family Grace has left. A foster home is no place for family. She would be adopted out to strangers. In a few years when you are older will you be able to live with the fact that you walked out on her? I'm already leaving baby Grace because I have no choice. But I am leaving her with the kindest, most loving person I know. Your the only option I have left Cal"

Callie looked down at the now sleeping bundle in her arms. Her heart broke. She looked back at Stacy and nodded. 

Stacy took Grace from Callie and wept over her. Then she seemed to get ahold of herself. She kissed her baby's forehead. Handing her back to Callie she hugged her close too. Then she was gone. Dante held Callie as she cried. His was a perfect gentleman.

Dante paced the small room debating what to do. Callie was asleep on the bed. Baby grace slept beside her. He felt obligated to help Callie out of her dilemma but he had never made a mature adult decision in his life. The deeply engrained southern gentleman in him said that he should help her out but the immature play boy was restless. What would he gain? He was so agitated he spoke his thoughts out loud. 

"What if I just marry her? I've been been struggling with attraction for her since I saved her sweet neck so that's not a problem. Moms desperate for a grandchild so she could help Callie with the baby. Hell she might even take over then Callie could be free too. My family has money so Callie and the baby would be well taken care of. I'd be doing something good for someone other than myself for a change. I'd be the hero for once not my do right brother Damien. Besides, she's one hell of a looker. We could have some fun and no body would get hurt. What's the worst that could happen?"

When Callie woke up Dante had made up his mind. Callie was so overwhelmed by all she'd been through that she didn't even asked questions as he explained his plan. She needed someone strong to lean on and Dante's charm made it easy for her to shove reality aside and let him take care of her, even if it was only temporarily, and a new last name would help her stay under the radar.

A week later Dante and Callie stood in front of his family 'fait accompli'. It had taken awhile to apply for and obtain a licence but they were married now. 

There was a lull in the outburst and Callie looked around. Up on the wall above the massive fireplace was a huge family portrait. It was of the Harringtons when they were a young family. In the portrait Dante was standing beside what was obviously his identical twin! Callie had been told about Damien the 'self righteous' brother but Dante had left out his twin status. Callie wondered why.

She cringed as Dante's father started yelling...again. His mother was blubbering over baby Grace. They seemed at odds with each other to Callie. In fact, the only thing they seemed to agree on was how irresponsible Dante was. Dante looked at Callie and grinned. He wasn't worried. He rolled his eyes at her. None of this was new to him. Taking baby grace from his mom he crossed the room to Callie. He took her hand and led her upstairs. Callie could hear his shocked parents fighting downstairs. 

"I can't believe he's gone and had a family behind our backs!" His dad roared. "And with somebody so young!"

"She is certainly beautiful" said Mom. "Did you see those eyes!?"

"Lucinda, this is serious! I bet he didn't even get a pre-numpt!"

"Carter...he is your son!"

Once they were alone in his room Dante let out a huge sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair. 

"Sorry about that Callie. I really didn't figure Dad for a fit. I'm 32. I figured I could get married if I wanted to."

That shocked her. She studied his face. She decided he didn't look a day over 25. Callie wasn't sure she'd have married him if she'd have known his true age. She was too exhausted to figure out what that would mean for her though. She lifted tired eyes to his. 

"It's okay" she said. "It's far better than what my Daddy would have done." 

After everything he'd heard about the Eagen Brothers Dante had no doubt! To be honest he was a little worried about Callie's father but he buried it and refused to think about it. That's what he always did with things he couldn't deal with. 

He helped Callie deal with Grace and get her to bed. He hadn't slept with her yet. A big part of him wanted to slam his rigid cock into her hot little cunt the first night and every night! But, the gentleman in him wanted to wait till he married her. Callie looked too tired to deal with his lust tonight so he left them both asleep in his bed. He slipped out to the bar for a drink.

In the morning when Callie woke Dante wasn't there. As she headed down the stairs with Grace, she could smell breakfast. The most delicious smells! Bacon and coffee. She was nervous about joining the family for their meal. She shouldn't have been. 

As soon as she appeared she was enveloped into the goings on. Grace was taken from her and she was showered with food. Lucinda chattered away at baby grace making nonsense with her but Grace seemed to like it she kicked and coo'd right back.

Lucinda was classically pretty with light brown hair and amber eyes. She topped 5'10 and her slim build was lacking in curves. At the other end of the table sat Dante's father. His plate was piled high with food. Carter was reading the paper. Every so often he shook his head and laughed as he ate. His hair was snow white and his eyes a light grey color. They twinkled like happy little stars when he laughed. He could pass as Santa if he were fat but he was as tall and muscular as his boys. It was obvious were they had gotten their build from! 

Callie didn't figure out the mystery of their dark wavy hair and sinful green eyes until an even older woman walked into the room. She was absolutely regal and looked exactly like her twin Grandsons only she was as tiny and petite as Callie was herself.  

Lucinda introduced her as 'Mother Harrington' making her Carters elderly parent. She wondered then who Carter took after. She assuming it was his father. 

They passed a pleasant day. It was Sunday so everyone was laid back and relaxed. The normal routine was for the family to head to the Southern Baptist Church for early morning service but that had been set aside due to the chaos of her arrival. 

This was a traditional wealthy southern family that still believed in producing debutants and dressing for dinner. Callie knew and understood the lifestyle because of her mother and grandmother. She was embarrassed that she had nothing more to wear than her old jeans and ripped up T-shirts. 

She wondered where Dante was. Her errant husband hadn't appeared for dinner and she felt uncomfortable asking. She thought they'd assume she knew where he was. 

After dinner they sat around for evening drinks. Mother Harrington was holding Grace and she and Lucinda sat talking quietly in the corner. Callie was being entertained by Carter. He regaled her with stories of Dante and Damien when they were young. Somehow Damien always came out on top. He was always faster, stronger, smarter. It became obvious to her that though Carter loved both his sons that he was most proud of Damien. 

Damien worked the family business. He was responsible and determined, loyal and fair. Not quite the image Dante had painted. Unlike Damien, Dante was a serious playboy. He lived off the family money and never kept a job. He'd get bored, restless, or fired, whichever came first. 

"To be honest dear, we are all shocked that he committed himself to you in marriage. He's never finished anything." Carters eyes were sad as he spoke. 

She wondered if they knew the real Dante. The man who was dumb enough to rescue a girl with an empty gun and sweet enough to rock a newborn to sleep. Callie knew she had seen glimpses of the true Dante. A man that his family had never seen. 




A Southern Love



A few weeks passed. Callie was beginning to think that Dante was never coming back. He had disappeared that first night and she had heard nothing since. His family was angry and disappointed but they chalked it up to 'typical Dante behaviour.' 

Callie was loath to leave them. She was becoming very attached to his family and as grace entered a cranky phase she understood that she needed help. She felt guilty knowing that her and Grace were imposters but she was finding it hard to stick to her plan to leave.

The next morning she was met with bright enthusiasm. Lucinda was talking excitedly about taking her shopping. There was still no Dante.

"You need clothing my dear and the baby needs bedroom furniture among other things. After all a Harrington can't sleep in a laundry basket forever!" 

Callie felt instantly uncomfortable. She didn't want them to buy her anything. She had her own money and wasn't sure how long she planned on staying. 

She had been careful not to reveal anything too personal about herself including who her grandma was just in case they had heard of her. It was possible after all, they ran in similar circles. She had been especially tight lipped about her inheritance. Not mentioning it to even Dante or Stacy. 

Feeling cornered, she fumbled and made excuses not to go but Lucinda insisted and whisked her and baby Grace out the door. 

It turned out to be a wonderful day. Lucinda was as loving as she was beautiful. She had embraced Callie and Grace fully and gave with a generous open hand. Callie found it hard to say no to such unmerited favour. 

She had not experienced such attentive motherly care since her own Mamma was alive. And even then it was diminished by Daddy's mean streak. 

Callie was thoroughly spoiled. Clothes, shoes and accessories were purchased. Lucinda insisted on buying elegant but sexy clothing that accentuated Callie's beautiful body. She showered her in intimate ware designed to 'keep your husband eye'. Callie thought maybe she was worried that Dante was off with another woman. She couldn't help but wonder that herself!

Baby Grace was purchased a beautiful bedroom suite the could convert into a toddler set as she got older. Clothes, stuffies and toys were added to the mix. They piled in the door of the house happy and laughing. 

The sound of angry voices could be heard coming from the office. Carter was arguing with someone. 

Lucinda laughed. "Damien is home" she said. 

"Oh? Where has he been?" Callie asked. 

They were climbing the stairs. Several household staff were emptying the car and carrying everything to Callie's room. 

"Off on family business to the Philippines I believe dear." She said as she laid Grace on the bed. She stripped her and changed her bum. 

"I'm so sorry it looks as though my son has run out on you and baby Grace Callie..." She cleaned her hands with a wipe and sat on the bed feeding Grace her bottle. "But, you will get to meet Damien at dinner!" She chimed. 

It was much sooner than that. 

Sal the limo driver carried baby Grace's furniture up to her new room, a tiny space directly across from Dantes. On one of his trips he poked his head into the bed room where they sat talking. 

"Excuse me Miss Callie but your wanted in the office downstairs." 

Callie had worn home one of the outfits that they had purchased. A stunning low cut yellow dress that hugged Callie in all the right places. Her high heeled shoes elongated her legs and showed them to best advantage. She looked both innocent and erotic. Shy, Callie looked at Lucinda for guidance. She smiled warmly at her. 

"Run along dear, I'll watch Grace. Carter wants to introduce you to Damien."

Callie went but she wasn't as confident that the mens reasons were so simple. She remembered the sound of angry male voices as she came in. She was filled with apprehension. 

She knocked timidly on the large carved wooden door. It was partially open. 

"Come in Dear" Carter called out in a reassuring voice. 

Callie slowly pushed the door open. She studied the tableau before her. Dante was being held at the scruff of his neck by a man who could only be his identical twin Damien. Carter stood behind his desk with his hands on his hips a look of frustration on his face. As Callie stepped forward Damien turned. His eyebrows shot up as he got his first view of her. Dante broke free and came to her side. 

"Callie we need to talk..." Dante tried to pull her out of the office but Damien beat him to the door in three long strides. He slammed it shut with a loud bang and leaned against it. 

"You can talk here" he said in a silky voice. 

Callie could see his temper ticking at his temple. His arms folded at his chest and his face scowled. Staring at him Callie noticed she could feel desire start to unfurl in her gut. She felt the colour leave her face. Oh no! How could one look at Damien make her heart rate speed up and her tingle all over? 

Her eyes drifted to Dante's face. Still nothing. She was definitely left indifferent by his charms. Callie panicked. To distract herself she asked Dante where he'd disappeared to and why he was there now at this precise moment. Before he could answer Damien snarled "He is here because I hunted him down." 

She looked from Damien back to Dante. He was definitely uncomfortable about something. He wouldn't even meet her gaze. A feeling of dread took up residence in her chest. She had no idea what this could be about but she didn't think it could be good. 

Carter looked at Dante and then at Callie. He knew he had spoiled his youngest son. He always had been too soft on him. Suddenly he felt guilty. Dante could be an ass but he could see that this would go better if his son had some privacy. Callie was a good girl. She didn't deserve this.

"Damien we can wait out in the hall. Let Dante have some privacy" said Carter.

Damien didnt even budge. In fact his huge muscular body tensed even further.

"You are welcome to step out if you wish father" came Damien's clipped reply. His eyes never once left Callie. She could feel his penetrating and steady gaze on her. 

For the first time in her life she felt attracted to a man... Her husbands brother! Did that make her a slut? Maybe Daddy had been right to spank her! Callie swallowed hard. "What is it Dante?" 

Dante took her hand and led her over to the small leather sofa. He tried to concentrate on something other than her hot body. He'd noticed Damien's eyes following her every move. He sat on the couch and pulled Callie into his lap. He prayed he didn't get hard. Damien's expression grew darker. Dante felt her tense but she allowed him to hold her there. 

"Im sorry Callie. I really tried to do the right thing... " 

Callie's eyes grew soft as she thought that Dante was trying to explain taking off. She felt her anger melt away. She shrugged one shoulder and gave him a smile. 

"It's ok Dante I understand... I forgive you."

Carter interrupted her "I don't think you do understand Callie. You better hear him out..." 

Her gaze drifted to Carter. She saw worry on his face. Avoiding Damien's eyes she looked back at Dante. She sighed "Maybe you better just spit it out..." 

"When I married you I signed Damien's name to the Marriage Certificate. I'm not your husband. Damien is."

Callie's eyes went wide. She looked at Damien. He had a strange look on his face that she couldn't quite decipher. A mix of hunger and possession glittered in his eyes. It left her wary of him and hot and bothered at the same time. Confused, she looked back at Dante. 

He looked shamefaced and he had a cute little pout on his face. She couldn't help it she giggled. It was an infectious happy sound. Dante looked at her. He gave her a goofy grin. Relief slammed through him. 

"You are not mad?" he asked incredulously. She just closed her eyes and shook her head. "Oh Dante... What will I do with you?"

"Tell me what happened" she invited. She needed to understand because even though she wasn't mad, He had hurt her. 

Dante swallowed hard. His erection was straining in his pants. Soft sexy Callie was sitting in his lap looking at him with huge eyes. Her sultry voice luring him, calling him. He had a sudden intense vision of her slamming down on his hard cock, head thrown back, her tits bouncing as he fucked hard core her in front of his father and brother... Help!

Dante realized that she was waiting for him to speak. He started from the beginning. Damien and Carter perked up and listened. For them Dante had refused to explain himself. 

"Well I had every intention of marrying you Callie, I really did!" 

He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I really felt like I needed to do the right thing for you and grace. But at the last minute I had an attack of nerves. I've never really looked after myself never mind a wife and baby! I knew Damien was away in the Philippines so I thought if I signed his name you would still have a husband to look after you but I wouldn't really be tied down."

Callie stared into Dante's eyes. She could feel the bulge in his pants. She was a sexual innocent, never having touched herself or even seen a man, but she was aware of what a hard on was. Ginger had snuck a play girl magazine into her house on a rare sleep over. The girls had giggled their way through it. 

"That was a crazy plan...what made you think you wouldn't get caught Dante?"

He looked at Damien accusingly. 

"Damien never wanted to get married. He said it all the time. I honestly thought he hated women. He's had girlfriends but...that's it. I guess Damien applied for a marriage licence..." 

Damien stepped forward and interrupted. His voice was granit hard as he ground out 

"Part of a multi million dollar business deal I am negotiating for the family business in the Philippines includes marrying the bosses daughter. Kyle Blackwell wants to sell but keep the business in the family. Marrying his daughter was the deal breaker." 

Dante finished the statement "but he was turned down because he already has a wife."

She whispered quietly "thanks to you."

Damien smiled for the first time. Callie caught her breath. It was hard to believe that he could be better looking than his mirror image but he was. Damien exuded raw male magnetism and power. Dante was younger looking, smooth and charming. She could see the difference between them like a stamp on their foreheads. 

She gasped as Damien announced "Now Dante is on his way to the Philippines to marry Lanthe Blackwell and close the deal."

After that pandemonium broke out. All three Harrington men were on their feet yelling back and forth as each one wanted to be heard over the other. 

Callie thought she slipped away unnoticed. No sooner had she started up the curved spiral staircase but a pair of arms picked her up. She was pulled close to a hard male body. She gasped as she felt his hardness push against her. She knew the moment he touched her who it was. A tingling sensation exploded all over her body as it responded to his touch. She was breathless. 

"Don't even think about running away Callie. We need to talk."

His grip held her until she nodded her agreement. Then his fingers gently caressed where his hands had been. Her nipples hardened and his intimate warmth curled her toes. Callie knew she was in deep trouble. 

Callie fell asleep waiting for either Dante or Damien to come find her. Dante appeared first. He had come to pack his overnight bag. He sat on edge of the bed and they talked. Damien's warning not to touch HIS wife still fresh in his ears.

Callie's heart went out to him. Marrying a total stranger had to be hard. At least when she had agreed to marry Dante they had spent a week together. They had a history thanks to his heroic rescue and more importantly she'd had a choice. Dante wasn't getting any of that. Damien had already applied for the special licence in the Philippines. It was there waiting. 

Dante looked down at her. "Callie. I'm sorry I screwed this up. If it's any conciliation I wished as soon as I did it that I hadn't. I ran away because I regretted my actions and didn't know how to fix them. I've wished a thousand times since that I hadn't signed Damien's name to that certificate." His expression was pained and she knew he meant every word.

As he turned to go Callie stood on the bed. She was closer to his height now. Looking him in the eye she said "Thank you Dante. Thank you for saving me, for helping me, for marrying me... Even though you screwed it up. Thank you for sharing your name with me and your family." She hugged him and kissed his cheek. She watched him leave, his heart heavy. 

She snuggled up close to Grace and watched her tiny peaceful face in sleep. It wasn't long before she drifted off to peaceful sleep herself. 

In the morning she came awake to the feel of a rock hard cock jutting into her bum. A heavy leg was draped over her tiny frame and a muscular arm was around her, holding her breast. Warm breath was fluttering onto her neck. She was warm, turned on, and disoriented. She opened her eyes. 

Expecting to see the white walls and tall windows that she woke up to each day she saw rich red walls with black and white framed prints staring back at her. Her feeling of disorientation intensified.

She turned her head to see the source of the heavy breathing but she knew in her heart who it was already. She studied Damien's face. Even relaxed in sleep he still exuded sexual confidence. 

Callie tried to sit up but Damien's heavy limbs weighted her to the bed. She tried to simply lift the arm holding her so tightly but even that weighed more than she could move. 

She gave up and lay there thinking. What was going to happen to her and Grace now? She wondered if they would have to leave. 'No' her heart whispered. Her husband had picked her up at some point in the night and brought her to his bed. She hoped that meant he wanted her to stay. 

She could hear Grace happily cooing and kicking somewhere on the other side of the room. She was content for awhile longer.

Callie decided to roll over and wake Damien up. Big mistake! Now, instead of his hard tool being pressed into her behind it was poking her in places she wasn't prepared for! 

She glanced at his face to ensure that he was still sleeping. No such luck. She looked up at Damien's face and right into his passion filled eyes. 

Callie smiled. Damien's breath caught in his throat... He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. All her wiggling had him hard as a rock! When she rolled over in his arms he decided they were not having a platonic relationship if he could help it! 

She looked real nervous. He searched his mind for something to say to her that would put her at ease. 

"Good morning Callie. I hope I didn't startle you." 

Callie laughed. "Startle me? Are you kidding! Your crushing me. Get off!"

Damien laughed out loud. It was a deep rich sound. He lifted his leg off of her and put his hand on her cheek. He gave her a gentle kiss on her full lips. He wanted to pin her to the bed and fuck her senseless but he knew he couldn't. 

"Let's talk. Callie" 

"About what's going to happen?"

Her innocent question brought home her youthfulness. Damien decided he needed to take things slow. 

"Yes" he said. 

She lowered her eyes and asked "are we going to stay married?"

Damien smiled and said "well yes that's an option. I'd like that Callie but you need to understand first that I'm a very determined man. I protect what's mine and I don't share." 

Callie was confused. "Share what?" she said.

"My wife...among other things." 

"Oh..." She giggled embarrassed. 

Damien looked at his wife. His demeanour turned serious. "Callie, Why did you marry my brother?" 

Callie didn't hesitate to answer. "Because he asked me to." 

Confident that she had given him the answer he sought Callie sat up and smiled down at him. 

Damien tried not to think about her sucking his cock. He shook his head. "No Callie, how did you end up with my brother."

Callie was quiet for a minute. She wondered how much she should say. She was an honest girl at heart and opted for the truth. 

"I left home because my Daddy is a real bad man. He was trying to make me marry a guy a lot older than me. Like 32 years older. I was driving to Louisiana to my cousin and I ran into some trouble with some boys. Dante saved me..."

Damien was instantly curious. "what do you mean? Trouble with some boys?" 

Callie shrugged. "Two skin heads tried to rape me at a gas station. Dante stopped them." 

Damien was impressed. He didn't think his little brother had it in him. No wonder she thought the world of Dante. 

He nodded his head. "Please continue."

"Well... We struck up a friendship as we traveled together. When he asked me to marry him and be a real family I said yes."

Damien asked her flat out "have you been with a lot of men Callie?"

She shook her head no. "I am..."

She had been about to say 'I am a virgin' but thought better of it. She didn't want Damien to know about Grace yet. She didn't know if he would help her if he knew. 

"I am... What?" Asked Damien when she didn't just continue on her own.

"I was a virgin when I met Dante." 

Her cheeks blushed a delicate pink at the admission. Suddenly Damien went from not really caring that Callie had been with Dante to jealous as all hell. His cock was straining for relief. 

Callie wasn't sure what all these questions meant. She watched Damien lose his relaxed pose as he visibly tensed. She gathered her courage and asked "Does this mean we can't stay married?" 

Damien shook his head no "I am looking forward to you being my wife." He said with a sexy growl and he fired off another question. "Callie, I need to know if you are in love with my brother."

Callie laughed "No. Even I'm not that young and foolish."

Satisfied Damien took her in his arms and kissed her. It was no slow gentle kiss. He pulled her so her sexy body was on his cock. He slid her panty clad pussy up and down his shaft until he could feel her panties were soaked. The smell of her was driving him wild. 

Gasping for air Callie said "I have a question" 

Damien stilled. He looked in her eyes. "What?" He asked disoriented. His voice sounded gruff.

"When will we make love?"

Damien sighed. "Whenever you are ready." 

He was disappointed with her answer. "Ok. Can we wait till we know each other a bit?" she asked shyly.

Callie got in the shower. She was shaking with desire. As turned on as she was she was worried about making love to Damien. Should she have told him about Grace? She was grateful he had granted her a reprieve. Not that she didn't want to be Damien's wife in every way because she did. Her pussy was still humming and wet from his cock massage. She knew now that she was insanely attracted to him, but because she was frightened that sleeping with him would cost her everything. 

The next few weeks went very well. They quickly slipped into a routine. At Damien's insistence Callie shared Damien's bed each night. Her things were transferred from Dante's room to his without delay. 

Every day he would wake her up and drive her wild with passion trying to seduce her. She would get in the shower very hot and bothered while Damien waited with baby Grace each morning. At first Callie protested letting him know that his mom liked to watch her when Callie was busy. He simply smiled and said "if I'm going to be a father Callie then I need to spend time with my daughter." It made Callie melt. 

He then escorted her down to breakfast. Lucinda would scoop Grace the moment she appeared. Damien would sit with Callie and eat going over the plans for the day.

Afterwards Damien would work in the home office for a bit. Some days he had Business meetings and his clients and associates would come to the house. Damien always introduced Callie as his wife. The very odd time he would be away on business. Callie always felt alone when he was gone.