They had been 18 the night the accident occurred. Ethan had wanted Jamie with every inch of his Six foot three inch frame for as long as he could remember.
They had been childhood playmates...but sometime in those years between 12 and 15...Jamie became a goddess. Ethan knew he wasn't unattractive by any means...in fact many people considered him more attractive than Jamie. 6 foot three and a woodsman...that's how most described him. He grew up working his father's ranch.
Thick dark brown hair...almost black, and eyes that were as blue as cornflowers. Straight white teeth... and a smile that would melt an icy void between any woman's thighs. His voice was deep and coated with a gentle southern drawl, and his figure...that man could have been an ox.
All the ranch work left him muscular, lean, and tanned but Ethan wasn't the type to flaunt what he had. He often wore loose jeans and workboots, with a tshirt, or button down in winter... and it was his modesty that drove women absolutely crazy. Ethan was shy and quiet, but intelligent. He took care of his father, cooked and cleaned, and worked the ranch during the day. He had wanted to go to college but his father needed him at home, and Ethan stayed.
Ethan could have had any woman he wanted, but the woman he wanted was Jamie. Jamie was the best, not only because she was his best friend but because he knew that behind her girlish playful exterior beat the heart of a demon.
Jamie was liquid sex...perfect in shape and form. She was Five foot three inches of playful wood nymph. Short cropped brown hair, and dark brown eyes kept her face youthful. Jamie had the type of face that wasn't gorgeous, but beautiful to behold. Jamie could pull off every look in the book, and god was gracious when he handed her a generous helping of curves. Her hips were round, and her breasts large, and her ass... was to die for. Ethan felt guilty the first time he masturbated to the thought of her ass...but he soon got over it.
Because she was his best friend, Ethan had a hard time conveying his feelings for her. It came down to one night, there one night together before Jamie left for college. Ethan knew this wasn't the greatest opportunity, but he had to try.
Jamie was always a dangerous type of girl. To adults she seemed the sweet innocent child, the good student, the fun flirtatious normal type of teen. But to those who knew her...especially Ethan...they knew that underneath the opposite reigned. Jamie had been driving that night...it was Jamie that caused the accident...it should have been Jamie that went to prison...so why did she let Ethan take the blame?
Jamie woke with a start, remembering where she was...who she was... and what today was. Ten years later...Jamie had been through college and had become a journalist, while Ethan sat in prison. She had moved home when her father passed away, and bought a little house of her own. Jamie and her mother always looked in on Ethan's father, and brought him groceries. Jamie swung her legs off the bed and got up for a glass of water. She rubbed her face as she looked in the mirror. She had felt guilty every single day of her life. She had visted Jamie once while he was in jail...he had told her of his feelings...but she had been scared! Scared someone would find out the truth...so she lied and told him she did not have feelings for him. Jamie always had loved Jamie, but he was so much smarter and more attractive that she was too nervous to ever ask him out. That day in the booth...through the bulletproof glass she had watched the color drain from his face and lips...he had growled at her and told her never to come back, and she never had. Today he's a free man, and he will go home. She knew she wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night.
They saw each other in town many times over the next few months, never speaking, Emmy always looking away. It was in church when they first spoke.
"Why if it isn't Miss Jamie Lynn", a deep voice growled from behind one Sunday morning.
Jamie stopped washing her hands and stood stock straight, she had needed to use the ladies room and had quietly slipped out after the sermon to go to the bathroom. Ethan had followed her.
Jamie couldn't think or breathe...her heart was pounding... she could see him in the mirror behind her...leaning in the doorway in black slacks and a white dress shirt rolled to the elbows... looking relaxed and very menacing. But god in heaven did he look delicious. Not as tanned as he had once been, but every bit as handsome, and muscular. There was a small scar above one of those gorgeous blue eyes, and his smile had become lopsided...teasing...and malicious. This was a dangerous man.
Ethan noticed the fear in her eyes...and her inability to say anything at all. He spoke again.
"Oh yes it's me...and your right...I have changed. Ten long years James. Ten years and the only thing I had to think about was you turning me down. I had to fight off cocksuckers every damn day...and all I had to keep me warm at night was the sight of your back as you walked away from me."
He had growled this last part.
