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A handful of days and lots of sleep later, I'm feeling more like myself again. My bruises from the accident still look pretty gnarly, but the soreness has dissipated quite a bit.

My parents are trying to snag another buyer for the farm, a local chain of supermarkets situated on the mainland. They argue over dinner one night about how they plan on sealing the deal.

"We need to really sell our product, Rose. We can't do that from here when the CEO's office is in Chapel Hill," Dad says around bites of his meal. "We're going to have to set up a meeting there."

"But so soon after Sunny's accident? What if something happens?" Mom asks worriedly.

"Mom, I'm basically fine now. I feel normal. I'm not going to fall apart if you're gone for the day," I say with a sigh. For people who have always let me have free reign of the entire island, they've really tightened up since the accident. I had felt well enough to return to work after the second day at home, but they had both insisted I spend the entire week resting before I returned to any type of strenuous activity.

"Well, that's the thing, honey, we'd have to go for a couple days. Stay in a hotel on the mainland. You could come?" she says, looking at me for a reaction.

"And do what, exactly? Sit in the hotel room by myself while you and dad try to woo a potential buyer? That sounds so boring," I huff.

"Well..." she trails off with a shrug.

"Dad, tell her I'm fine. I can handle a couple nights alone. You guys were fine to leave me here when you went to Turtle Bay for your anniversary!" I remind him.

"You hadn't been t-boned on Main Street before our anniversary," Mom interjects.

"Dad," I say again, giving him a pleading look.

He sighs. "Sunny would be fine, Rose. We can make it a quick trip. Leave on the last ferry Friday evening, spend all day Saturday with the guy, catch the noon ferry back on Sunday."

Mom thinks this over. "Sunny are you sure you'll be okay alone right now?" She gives me a worried look across the table. "I don't want to abandon you in your time of need."

I roll my eyes. "It's been a week. I haven't had a headache in four, almost five days. My bruises don't even hurt anymore. I'm fine. Go. Make us money," I say with a laugh.

She looks at my dad, who gives a noncommittal shrug. "Okay, okay," she says, sounding defeated. "David, you call the guy in the morning. I'll book us a room once we confirm with him. We'll go this weekend."

"I'll call him first thing tomorrow," Dad says with a nod.

I smile to myself as we finish dinner, skipping up the stairs after I help my mom with the dishes. I grab my phone from my nightstand excitedly and scroll to the one person who I know will share my excitement about my parents leaving for the weekend.

Whatcha doing this weekend?

JJ๐ŸŒŠ
I was hoping to see you. Why?

Oh, no reason, it's just that my
parents are going to be out of town
Friday and Saturday night

JJ๐ŸŒŠ
Oh are they?

Yeah, wanna come keep me
company?

JJ๐ŸŒŠ
By asking if I'll keep you company,
are you asking if I'll come over and
make your ๐Ÿฑ go ๐Ÿ’ฆ ๐Ÿ’ฆ

I laugh out loud.

Maybe

JJ๐ŸŒŠ
What time should I come over?

I explain all the details of their upcoming trip, and I tell him I'll confirm it tomorrow after they make the reservation in Chapel Hill.

JJ๐ŸŒŠ
Two nights alone with you ๐Ÿ˜
I can't wait until Friday

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By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, I'm so anxious for my parents to leave that I'm afraid they'll sense what I'm planning and cancel on me. I try to act nonchalant as they do last minute checks on their luggage and load up their car.

"Sunny, please call if you need us," mom says, giving me another worried glance.

"Yeah, I will. But I'll be fine, I promise. Go have fun schmoozing in Chapel Hill. I'll still be in one piece when you come back," I joke.

She wraps me in a hug and kisses my hair. "Okay. Bye honey, I love you."

"Love you too, mom." Dad moves in for a hug. "And I love you too, dad."

"Love you Sunny. We'll see you Sunday afternoon!"

With a wave, they climb into his truck and slowly pull away. I wait until they are out of sight, then slide my phone from my pocket and text JJ to come over. I wait on the porch for him, opting to sit on the swing and sway back and forth as I anticipate his arrival.

My heart speeds up when I hear the sound of his bike engine in the distance. It thumps louder when he comes into view. I watch as he makes his way to the house, the wind whipping his hair back from his face. He parks his bike in the yard and carefully sets the kickstand before swinging his leg over the seat and adjusting his backpack. His boots pound against the sidewalk as he gets closer to the porch stairs, and I stand up. He walks up the steps and strides across the porch with purpose, reaching out to tangle his hands in my hair and kiss me hard.

"Fuck, I've missed kissing you," he mumbles against my lips. A small moan escapes me when he kisses me again, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip to gain access. We stand there on the porch kissing, completely consumed in one another, and I pout when he pulls away first. "I didn't come all the way here to make out with you on your porch," he says when he sees my expression. "Come on."

We go inside the house and straight up to my bedroom. Once inside, he tosses his backpack somewhere in the floor and gently backs me against the wall, pinning me there. His chest presses against mine as his fingertips trail up and down my arms. "I can't decide if I want to throw you on your bed and fuck you senseless right away, or draw it out until you're begging for my cock," he whispers, and I gulp as arousal pools between my legs.

I wonder idly if this will be something I eventually grow used to; dirty words rolling off the tongue of the Greek god I get to call my boyfriend. Right now, it's still new and shocking, and I'm almost embarrassed at how turned on I feel just from him saying this one thing.

He smirks when I don't respond, although I'm not even sure what my response would be if I could actually give one. He presses his lips to mine again, slowly and softly this time, his tongue lightly teasing mine. I move my arms to put them around his neck, but he grabs them and holds them at my sides.

"No, I'm calling the shots right now," he says, trailing kisses over my jaw as his hands firmly grip my arms. I sigh when he moves his lips to my neck. "Take off your shirt and shorts and get on the bed."

He releases his hands from me and backs away so I can undress. My eyes never leave his as I rip my shirt over my head and shimmy my shorts down my legs and step out of them. He quickly strips down to his boxer briefs as I walk to my bed and lay down. I watch as he gets on his knees between my open thighs and places his hands on either side of my pillow. I reach up and hook my finger in his shark tooth necklace to try and tug his face closer to kiss me, but he grabs my wrist. "What did I say?" he asks. He raises his eyebrows at me, indicating he wants a verbal answer.

"That you were calling the shots," I say, and he releases my wrist.

He nods. "I'll let you know what I want you to do." He ducks his head and attaches his lips to my neck, trailing kisses down the column of my throat before moving to my chest. I squirm when he pulls the cup of my bra down roughly and swirls his tongue around my nipple, making it harden instantly. He repeats the action on the other side before continuing his journey down my torso. He leaves a wet path behind as he plants a trail of kisses down my stomach, stopping at the top band of my underwear. He runs his index finger over my clothed center, giving me a devilish smile when a soft moan tumbles from my lips. He does it again, applying more pressure this time, and I moan louder.

"I've missed that sound," he says as he slides his knees out from under him and lowers his hips onto mine. I can't help but moan again when I feel how hard he already is. He grinds his hips against mine experimentally, but stops when he feels my hips meeting his thrusts.

"Be still," he says, tapping my the tip of my nose with his finger. He pushes back up on his knees and begins trailing kisses down my body again, this time tugging at my panties when he reaches the top of them. "Up," he says, pulling the fabric down when I lift my hips for him. After tossing them in the floor, he uses his hands to spread my thighs further apart. He looks down at my soaked heat and licks his lips before meeting my eyes again. He leans down and presses impossibly light kisses against the insides of my thighs, moving closer and closer to the spot I so desperately want his mouth on. He grabs my wrist and pushes my hand away when I try to guide him to where I need him most.

"JJ," I whine, squirming beneath him.

"What is it, gorgeous?"

"Please," I say, reaching out again to push his face down onto me. He grabs my wrist and holds it out of the way.

"Please what?" he asks. He blows on my sensitive clit, and I arch my back at the sensation.

"Eat me out," I moan, reaching out for a third time. He doesn't grab my hand this time, so I thread my fingers into his hair and push his head down. I feel his tongue finally start to circle my clit and I swear loudly. I tug at his hair and roll my hips against his mouth. He pushes my hips down with one hand and backs off of me.

"Hold still," he says before his tongue presses against me again. I do my best to hold still, fisting the sheets in my other hand to try to stay grounded.

"Use your fingers," I say breathlessly. "Fuck," I moan as I feel two fingers probe me moments later. They slide slowly in and out, his rings cool against my hot skin when they brush up against me. He removes his mouth from me to watch his fingers glide in and out of me, disappearing into my soaked core over and over.

"You aren't supposed to be telling me what to do," he reminds me.

"You didn't have to listen," I say, moaning when he curls his fingers inside of me, hitting the sweet spot I can never seem to reach on my own. He brings over his other hand, using his thumb to rub my clit. "Fuck, I'm close," I tell him, feeling my hips start to buck against his hand. I feel my walls start to tighten around his fingers and I let my eyes fall shut, ready to fall apart by way of JJ's skilled hands. Suddenly he stops touching me, and my eyes fly open as he backs away. "Whatโ€”why?" I whine, the pressure of my denied release almost painful.

He pushes up on his knees and pulls his impressive erection from the confines of his boxer briefs. He hovers over me, using one hand to balance himself as he pumps himself in his other hand. "I'm so hard it hurts," he groans. "Are you still on the pill?"

I blink a couple times, trying to understand why he would ask. "Yes, why?"

"I want to feel you," he says, still stroking himself as I watch. "Like really feel you."

"Oh," I say, understanding after a moment that he means he doesn't want to use a condom. "I've never done it that way before." Never considered it either; although now the idea has been pushed to the front of my mind.

"I haven't either," he confesses. "But fuck do I want to with you." His hand grips tighter around his hardness.

"Okay," I say, not bothering to give it more thought. The idea of him inside me with no barrier between us nearly sends me over the edge despite him no longer touching me.

"Really?" he asks as he begins to lower himself from his knees.

"Yes," I tell him, and he kisses me as he lowers himself the rest of the way down, the top of his throbbing erection brushing against my aching center.

"I don't think I'll last long," he warns, and I shake my head.

"I'm about to come just thinking about it," I say, and a throaty chuckle rumbles in his chest.

He quickly lines himself up with my entrance and moves his hand away to steady himself above me. I move my hands to his back and he sinks in slowly, both of us savoring this first time feeling.

"Oh god," he says, the words almost sounding like a sob. He moves slowly in and out of me. Every motion is amplified by the lack of a condom. I feel the tight coiling of my pending orgasm almost instantly. "It's so... warm, and... tight... and..." he struggles to string together a sentence. "Fuck, it feels... amazing." The last word comes out as a moan.

It only takes minutes before I'm ready to fall apart underneath him, his velvet length stroking my g-spot with every thrust of his hips. "I'm gonna come," I warn him, my breath coming out harshly.

"Me too," he grunts, and his hips speed up ever so slightly.

I explode around him in my strongest orgasm ever, crying out his name as my walls clench tightly around him, bringing him to his peak as I ride out mine. A string of profanities tumbles from his lips as his hips stutter out of rhythm. I feel him spill into me, filling me with the thick white liquid. I've barely come back down to earth when he pulls out and watches as the evidence of his orgasm seeps out of me onto my sheets. He collapses beside me, chest heaving.

"Holy shit," he says with a laugh. He runs a hand through his hair. "That was better than porn."

I laugh, too. "Well I'd hope so."

"Fuck," he sighs. "Now that I know what you really feel like, I don't know that I can ever go back."

"We don't have to, I take my pill religiously," I tell him.

We fuck the rest of the weekend that way; once more that night before we go to sleep, twice on Saturday โ€” one time before we both have to work, then again that evening after we get back to the house, and yet again Sunday morning before he leaves.

"I'm addicted to you," he says as he kisses me goodbye that morning. My parents has called only moments ago to say they were headed for the ferry, and they'd be home in a couple hours. "Like a drug, but for my dick."

I laugh. "Maybe you should see a doctor for your addiction," I tease.

"Can you be my doctor?" he teases back.

"Dr. Blume at your service," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again. I smile against his lips before pulling away. "Now go. I need to shower and figure out how to act like I wasn't fucked all weekend for when my parents come home."

With one final kiss, JJ shoves his arms through the straps of his backpack and climbs on his bike. I watch as he disappears off the property and then head inside to shower and change my bedsheets.

*********************************
My parents suspected nothing when they returned from their trip, and had greeted me warmly upon their arrival to the house, sharing the good news that they'd locked in another buyer.

The Pogues were suspicious, though. They voice their suspicion when we gather at The Wreck Monday night after Kie and I finish our shift.

"Where were you guys all weekend? Neither one of you were answering your phones," Pope says before popping a piece of shrimp in his mouth. "We went surfing Saturday morning and were trying to get y'all to come, but it was like you fell off the face of the earth."

"We were busy," JJ says, answering for us.

"Sunny's parents were out of town all weekend," Kie says.

"Oh," Pope says after a swallow of soda. "Oh," he repeats as the realization hits him. He makes a disgusted face.

"What? She's got that good good, I wasn't gonna pass it up," JJ says, and Pope makes another face.

"Jesus JJ," Kie groans.

"Enough," I say to JJ, and he squeezes my thigh under the table.

"Addicted," he whispers in my ear. I roll my eyes.

"So, Sunny, did you get the hearing letter yet?" Sarah asks.

"It came today actually. The trial is at the end of the week," I tell everyone.

"You didn't mention that to me," JJ says with a frown.

"I forgot. I'm not going, anyway. I'll just wait for Peterkin to call me and tell me what they decided," I say.

"You know what I think?" John B pipes up. Everyone turns to look at him. "Kegger this weekend. To celebrate that asshole going to jail."

"Another kegger, John B? There are other ways to celebrate," Kie sighs.

"Do you have a better idea, then?" he asks her.

"Not right this second, but I'll come up with something," she assures everyone.

********************************
The rest of the week flies by, and I've mostly forgotten about the hearing coming up for Tyler. Kie is quick to remind me, though, when I show up Friday morning for my shift at the restaurant.

"Today's the day your ex-man goes to jail," she says excitedly as I drop my backpack behind the counter.

"Yep," I say with a laugh. "Peterkin said she'd call me to let me know what all went down. How long do you think it'll take them to decide he's a total piece of shit?"

"Hopefully not long. And you'll call me once you know everything, right?"

"Yeah of course," I promise her.

My shift goes by quickly, and I head home a little after 3:00 in the rental car my insurance company paid for me to drive until they cut me a check for a new vehicle. Dinner comes and goes, and I still haven't heard from Peterkin. When she said she'd call me in the evening, how late did she mean? It was nearing 8:00 pm.

My phone finally rings around 8:30, with her name flashing across my screen. I show my parents her name before I answer it.

"Hello Sheriff Peterkin," I say as I answer.

"Hello, Sunny," she says, sounding frustrated.

"So, um, what happened? How long is Tyler going to Wadesboro for?"

I hear her sigh. "Theyโ€”he's... not. They didn't give him any jail time. Community service.. that's his punishment."

My blood runs cold. "With all those charges?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, it'sโ€”I'll have to explain it all to you in person. Can you come see me tomorrow morning?" She asks.

"Yeah, I'll come there first thing tomorrow," I promise her.

My parents stare as I hang up the phone. "Community service," I say, my voice cracking with emotion. They look dumbfounded. "Peterkin is pissed. She wants me to come see her tomorrow."

"We'll get to the bottom of this. Justice has not been served," mom says angrily. "We can appeal it."

"Let me talk to her first," I say, and mom nods. I sigh. "I have to tell the Pogues. I'm headed upstairs for the night."

After saying goodnight, I head upstairs and work my way through my contacts, adding everyone in on a group FaceTime call. This is too heavy to deliver via text, plus I would've had to make two phone calls anyway. As soon as everyone is connected, I look at the five faces on my screen with sad eyes.

"So, what happened?" JJ asks.

"Basically... nothing. Community service," I say, hanging my head.

"Community service for nearly killing you?" JJ shouts. The others are in shock. "Oh, fuck that," he says angrily, and he disconnects from the group phone call.

"John B!" I shout, knowing he'll be the first to get to him.

"I'm on it. I'll call later," he promises. He disconnects from the call.

"What do you think he's gonna do?" Sarah asks worriedly.

"Something he really shouldn't," I tell her. "I'm gonna go

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