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  DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

  Damaged Series – Book One

  Shayne McClendon

  Dirty Little Secret by Shayne McClendon

  Damaged Series – Book One

  Copyright © 2010 and Beyond Shayne McClendon

  Dirty Little Secret – Book One

  Feel My Love – Book Two

  Coming Home – Book Three

  Run to You – Book Four

  Published by Always the Good Girl LLC

  www.alwaysthegoodgirl.com

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Darling,

  In the midst of tragedy and personal loss, we sometimes feel as if the pain will never ease…that the wound will never – could never – heal. It does….eventually. It won’t happen overnight – and you’ll always carry the scars – but it does get better.

  All of us are a little bit damaged.

  All of us have our scars.

  It’s part of the human condition.

  Instead of focusing on the pain that caused the scar, recognize that you survived it. To readers who have shared their stories and personal struggles with me over the years:

  You are still here. Keep fighting. You can do this.

  Much love from my little world to yours,

  Shayne

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Always the Good Girl Publishing

  Links to Other Work

  About Shayne McClendon

  Chapter One

  August 2006

  She wasn’t his girlfriend or even a friend. They didn’t talk. If they passed in the halls of their high school, they ignored each other.

  They ended up serving a three-day internal suspension together with half a dozen other troublemakers.

  Kendall Torres was there for arguing with the principal over the installation of vending machines that sold toxic energy drinks.

  Jared Stalzer was busted fucking one of the cheerleaders in the girls’ locker room. It wasn’t the first time he’d indulged in such a way but it was the first time he got caught.

  The first day of suspension, Kendall didn’t even look at him.

  The second day, Jared sketched a caricature of the substitute teacher forced to supervise them. He captured the very tall, very skinny, and incredibly angry man perfectly.

  Her snicker made him look up in surprise.

  Turning it to her for a better look, she gave him a real smile. Something about it tugged at him – a part of him he didn’t even know existed until the moment it woke up.

  Jared saw her for the first time. Immediately, he accepted with a sense of shock how much he wanted to fuck her.

  Not date her.

  Not introduce her to his friends.

  Not make her part of his life.

  All he wanted, needed, was to fuck her.

  Kendall was stunning, with full lips and sparkling white teeth set in naturally tanned skin. Her pale green eyes were surrounded by long lashes. Her hair was thick and black, done in crazy braids and little knots all over her head. There was no way to tell how long it was. She wore her clothing in layers: a tank top, t-shirt, button down shirt, baggy jeans, and thick-soled Doc Martens.

  He found himself insanely curious about the body she hid under all those clothes.

  For the rest of that day and the next he drew cartoons for her. He drew for her and drew her in with his natural charisma.

  A skill received at birth that he used like a weapon.

  When they walked out together at the end of the last day, he turned to her in the deserted halls and kissed her.

  She didn’t pull away or slap him, so he deepened the kiss. He showed her a glimpse of his hunger.

  Let her feel it.

  Jared resisted grinding his erection against her stomach. She didn’t strike him as the kind of girl who’d cave based on cock size alone.

  Kendall was nothing like the other girls he dated so when she opened for him like the sweetest flower, he plucked her greedily.

  He asked, “Do you need a ride home?”

  After a small pause, she replied, “Sure.”

  He escorted her to his truck and closed her inside. They didn’t talk as he drove across town and parked in front of her house.

  Leaning across the seat, he nuzzled her ear. “I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Kendall.”

  Admittedly, he’d said the words to lots of girls but it was the first time he meant them. He pulled back to look at her face.

  She was silent for so long that Jared thought he might have scared her off. In a lightly accented voice, she said, “My parents work constantly. My bedroom is the converted basement. It has an entrance from the outside.”

  Victory.

  Her next words shook the hell out of him. “I know you just want to fuck me. You don’t give a damn about me otherwise and I’m okay with that. I expect the use of protection at all times. No exception or we’re done.”

  The smile Kendall gave him sent a small flutter of nervousness down Jared’s spine. “I hear my name mentioned in relation to our time together from anyone and we’re done. I’ll tell the entire school you couldn’t get it up.”

  His eyes went wide and he was awed.

  “Some people will know it’s bullshit, but a bigger percentage of the student body looks for reasons to hate people like you so it’ll spread like wildfire anyway.” She inhaled carefully. “We’re caught by my parents and my father will likely kill you. Do you accept my conditions?”

  Jared nodded in a daze.

  “Fine.” She opened the door. “Park your truck at the shopping center on Phillips. Walk back to my house and knock on the basement window. I’ll let you in.”

  Kendall got out of Jared’s truck and walked across her lawn, the funky messenger bag swinging at her side. He watched until she unlocked the gate and disappeared around the side of the house.

  He drove to the shopping center and sat thinking for several minutes. In every relationship, he was the one who chased, got what he wanted, and got the fuck out.

  Somehow, she’d turned the tables on him. She was the first girl to do it and it made him wary, off-balance.

  It also made his dick harder than it had ever been.

  He turned off the truck and shrugged out of his letterman jacket. He slipped a baseball cap over his hair and grabbed one of his dad’s nondescript coats off the backseat.

  It wouldn’t do for anyone to recognize the town’s best quarterback in two decades. The team was tracking to go to state championships. He planned to take the whole thing, get recruited to a great school, and play in the NFL.

  One day, he’d mention his sleepy little hometown in the Pacific Northwest to reporters, but he’d never come back.

  No way could he let a piece of ass fuck things up for him.

  G
etting out, he walked quickly back to her house. When he knocked, the door opened and she stepped aside to let him in.

  He took in the space with surprise. It consisted of pale purple walls, small porcelain lamps, a quilt on her platform bed featuring delicate vines and violets, a corner desk with a laptop beneath shelves filled with books, a small seating area with two overstuffed chairs, and deep purple throw rugs over a painted concrete floor.

  Groupings of photos hung on every wall and were comprised of landscapes, random people, and objects.

  The basement held a small bathroom, a closet, and what appeared to be some sort of darkroom. The door leading to the upper floors was secured with two heavy-duty locks.

  Two windows offered the only natural light. Four feet long and one foot high, they were covered in heavily gathered sheer material in purple and white.

  A corner lamp glowed off the walls and created the most intimate and strangely adult space he’d ever seen.

  Kendall had already removed her boots and socks as well as the two over-shirts she’d worn earlier. In bare feet, she was about five-seven. In a tank top and baggy jeans, Jared realized she’d been hiding a lot under her clothing.

  Lifting her arms, she took down her hair. As the first knot unraveled, it fell in a curling wave over her breast. He watched her in fascination. One by one, she removed all the small arrangements until half her hair was wavy, the other half crimped from the braids. It was heavy and glossy.

  The effect on her face was spectacular.

  She told him matter-of-factly, “I’m not a virgin but I don’t sleep around either. I had one boyfriend for a little while but then dumped him. That was a couple of years after we moved here from Colombia.”

  “You’re from Colombia?”

  “You thought I was Mexican, right? White people always think those of us with permanent tans are Mexican. Guess we all look alike, huh?”

  Part of him understood her annoyance but he didn’t know how to smooth it over. It was something that had never really touched his own life before so he’d never really thought much about it.

  Brushing it off, she continued undressing and he exhaled roughly in relief. His balls drew up painfully when she kicked her jeans away and revealed her white bikini panties. Her legs were long and curvy. Her toenails were a delicate bronze.

  She lifted the tank top over her head and he felt his body tighten from neck to calves. A white demi-cup bra offered up her full breasts for his appreciation. Reaching around, she unclasped it and let it drop.

  Skimming her panties off, she stood before him nude. Hands on her hips, she represented everything from a teen boy’s imagination - full breasts, flared hips, and shapely legs.

  She was thicker than any girl he’d ever been with but…he was shocked to realize how much he liked the extra pounds.

  For the first time, he stared at a real-world pussy bare of hair. His dick twitched eagerly in his pants and he didn’t apologize for how much he wanted to explore all she offered.

  Jared lifted his eyes and Kendall’s waited. When he didn’t move, she arched her brow.

  Shrugging off the jacket and tossing the hat on one of her chairs, he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He dropped his wallet on the table beside her bed.

  As he unbuckled his belt, she watched the movements of his hands, never taking her eyes away from them as he stripped.

  When he was naked, he waited for her reaction with complete confidence. He knew exactly what she saw: a body that girls and plenty of grown-ass women lusted after.

  Six-two and rangy, his entire body was cut from thirty hours of football and gym time every week. The ladies loved his shaggy blonde hair, brown eyes, and bright smile. They tolerated his ‘you know you want to fuck me’ attitude.

  His cock stood at full attention, ready for action.

  “Not bad, Stalzer,” she said flippantly. She looked at him with appreciation but not with all-consuming lust.

  His usual confidence faltered.

  It passed quickly.

  Jared closed the distance between them and dropped his mouth over Kendall’s possessively as he took her in his arms.

  As long as he wanted her, she belonged to Jared. He planned to make sure she didn’t want anyone else to fuck her.

  He devoured her, working her with his lips, teeth, and tongue until she gave him the moan he expected, even demanded.

  Already an experienced lover, there were things he wanted from each of his lovers. The more vocal they were, the more he liked it.

  Turning her, he backed them to the bed, reached down, and yanked back her quilt. As Jared pushed her gently, she sat and scooted backward, reclining against crisp white sheets. Her skin tone and the black of her hair were a sharp contrast.

  She appeared relaxed. It wasn’t a familiar trait in other females their age. Unlike them, she didn’t seem to give a shit about impressing him. He liked it.

  When he moved to follow her down, she held up her hand. “Condom, Jared.”

  With a predatory smile, he shook his head. “We don’t need it yet. My reputation in the sack is built on dedication and hard work. Relax and enjoy.”

  He challenged himself with every lover to see how long he could go before he had to come.

  Her smooth pussy called to him. The lack of hair was a novelty he’d never experienced and he planned to take his time to appreciate it.

  Settling between her thighs, notching the underside of his cock along her smooth folds, he lowered his face and kissed her. Her fingers went into his hair, massaging his scalp.

  Gradually, he worked his way along her jaw before moving his attention down her neck to her beautiful breasts. He licked and sucked them, in no hurry.

  Releasing a taut nipple with a soft pop, he raised his head. Her lips were slightly parted; her eyes glazed with passion.

  He asked, “How long before someone comes home?”

  “Around seven but I doubt you’re going to need four hours, Jared.” There was a pale pink flush over her chest.

  “It’ll be close. I thought I’d check.”

  Her eyes went wide and he winked. Chuckling, he returned his attention to sucking nipples that were the same light coffee color as her lips, tugging them lightly with his teeth until they were hard and distended.

  Moving down her belly, he kneaded the soft skin there. She was toned but not hard. He relished the way it felt under his palms. Stroking his hands over her hips, he found the same there, full and firm.

  She was feminine in a way he wasn’t used to. Kendall was all smooth curves and he liked how different she felt.

  The girls he usually dated worked towards no body fat to rock cheer uniforms that could be brutally unforgiving. He never really thought about shit like that. If a girl was willing to expose her nipples and pussy, he wasn’t real picky.

  Jared crawled over Kendall, fighting the lure of her slight musky scent that made his mouth water. He touched her, kissed her, licked her until she clenched and unclenched her fingers in his hair, writhed beneath him, and moaned softly.

  As he traced his fingers over her mound, down one outer lip, up the other, a light caress down the cleft of her, she jerked.

  He positioned one of her thighs under his armpit, his forearm over her pelvis, using the fingers of that hand to hold her folds open for him, baring her dusky pink clit. He left her no ability to participate, only endure what he did to her.

  No way was he leaving her any control. He planned to take as much as he could from her body. The least he could do was leave her completely satisfied.

  He needed it. She needed it more. He didn’t know why he thought so but he knew it was true.

  He slipped a finger inside her and found her beautifully slick. “You’re soaked. Hot and ready. Just the way I want you. Let’s make you wetter.”

  Stroking in and out a few times, he gathered her moisture before smoothing it over her clit and labia. When he entered her again, he used two fingers to stroke deep.

  H
er tight body needed to be ready to take him.

  As his tongue slid through folds already slick with her juices and tasted her for the first time, her upper body arched off the bed. Her flavor made him moan against her skin.

  It was important to process everything about the experience.

  Glancing up the length of her body, he watched her watch him. “Touch your breasts for me. Play with your nipples.”

  With each word, his lips touched her lightly. He knew she could feel his breath over her damp skin.

  A moment of hesitation told him more about her than she probably wanted him to know. Her hands trembled as she cupped her breasts and took her nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

  He ground his cock into the bed to keep from coming.

  Jared went back to eating her pussy. He divided his attention watching her, learning her, and feasting on her.

  Pulling his fingers out, he replaced them with his tongue and rubbed little circles over her clit with the pad of his thumb.

  She gasped loudly into the room and he watched and felt her come harder than any woman ever had for him. She was open and brutally honest in her pleasure.

  Body taut, fingers pinching her nipples, hips moving against any part of him she could reach, she rode it without shame.

  He lapped at her, licked her down from her first orgasm and took her back up for another. The second time she came, he groaned against her. His own need was raging out of control.

  Going up on her elbows, she panted, her hair in a wild tangle. “Fuck me now or turn around and give me your cock to suck. Your choice.”

  The command affected him to his core. He managed to say, “I’d never last through a blowjob now.”

  “Fucking it is. Let’s go, Jared.”

  Sitting back on his heels, he removed a condom from his wallet, tore it open, and rolled it along his aching shaft with hands that weren’t entirely steady.

  Settling between her thighs, he pressed himself against her, sliding his cock through her natural lubrication. All Jared could think about was being inside her and fucking her deep.

  Working his hands under her back, he clutched her shoulders from behind to anchor her, supporting his weight on his forearms. Their kiss shared her flavor and her hips worked against him more urgently.