Good Intent

DONNA KENNEDY 23 | RAGDOLL I'm reckless, flighty and I hate wearing knickers. Does that mean I'm not fancy? Never. I just don't like living within the confines of society. I like to feel emotion, taste adventure; not sit on the sidelines and watch life pass me by. Besides, it's kind of fun to do the impossible.

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

[wes-bradshaw]

She was right. He was as much to blame as she was. Wes’ hands moved further up, smiling as he felt bare hips. She really didn’t bother with undergarments. As soon as her leg slid up his, hips bucked upwards, slowly, as if trying to control themselves but unable to do so. 

“Finished with me? We had something to finish?” He knew damn well what she was talking about, but it was too easy to tease her, in more ways than one. His palms wrapped around her hips as the strong man pulled her towards him, their bodies completely flush on the couch. 

“There are a few things I need to finish as well…” Wes leaned forward, brushing his lips against Donna’s, lightly while his body was doing the opposite, pulling her hard against his core. This would take all night, but Wes didn’t mind. 

[donna-kennedy]

Donna sucked in a lungful of air, her eyes dreary the instant Wes bucked against her. He sparked something inside the dancer. An excitement and anxiousness that she’d only felt when faced with something dangerous, and Wes Bradshaw was the epitome of sexually treacherous.

“Well by all means.” She huffed, slipping her legs on either side of the bootlegger. Her hips flicked forward, grinding against him him gruffly as she nipped at his chin. “This is your home after all, and I’m not particularly fond of chivalry.”

Her words came out in a growl as she managed to keep her body in check. Donna was failing miserably at temptation. She wanted all of Wes and right that very minute, then again and again until they were both spent. But she knew greed would not give her the release she needed. She wanted this moment to last, this feeling of utter lust and longing that she’d craved from him for so damn long.

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

[wes-bradshaw]

It’d be so easy to flip Donna on her back right now, in fact, Wes knew it was something the blonde wanted him to do. There was a fire burning deep within his gut. It started the moment he’d laid eyes on her and the dancer sure as hell wasn’t making it easy for him. 

“Woo? Who said I was wooing?” He grinned, looking down at her, their lips inches apart. It had been years, so long since anyone had sparked his interest. Since his wife had passed. Yet here he was lying on a couch wrapped up on Donna. 

Maybe it was the whiskey, but he couldn’t help himself, rough hands sliding up her sides, fingertips sneaking under her dress. “You’re trouble Miss Kennedy.” 

[donna-kennedy]

His hands were rough, in the best kind of way. The kind that proved he was a hard worker, and an even better lover. They were nimble, but sure of their movements as he toyed with the edges of her dress. She hadn’t bothered with undergarments before, and that hadn’t changed since they stepped out of the truck.

“If you’re not wooing me, then you sure as hell can’t call me trouble, Mr Bradshaw.”  Her words didn’t come out as matter of fact as she intended. Truth be told, her body was already aching for him. Warmth pooled between her hips and she had to stave off the notion to move them. Instead, her back arched slightly, her bare leg sliding against the inside of his jeans.

“Troublesome is the fact that we have this place alone, and I’m not finished with you yet.” She’d cracked; her tone husky as she met his gaze. She didn’t want kisses, nor hugs. She wanted breathless moments and lips barely touching. She wanted him so wrapped up in her he could see straight, but Donna knew she needed to pace herself. This wasn’t a race, and the night was young. She’d take her time with Wes so long as he let her.  

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

[wes-bradshaw]

As Donna settled into his body, close into his body, Wes felt that familiar stir in his stomach. He shifted, trying to provide certain areas room to not be near the dancer, but she was making it mighty difficult and if she kept squirming, he wouldn’t be able to hide much for long. 

“I do… but don’t tell Sue I said that.” He smiled down at Donna, one arm wrapped comfortably around her. Wesley had thought it would be strange having her here, like a betrayal almost, but for someone reason it just felt nice and that scared the mountain man. 

“It’s beautiful. Definitely the place I’ll be retreating to when I’m too old to run from the cops or fight off other bootleggers. Wouldn’t be a bad place to call home permanently.” 

[donna-kennedy]

“I envy you, Mr. Bradshaw.” Donna muttered, looking up at the man as if he were the stars she’d just witnessed a short time ago.  She wanted to say more than that. Truthfully she did envy him, but there was something else she wished to say to him as well. Something she wasn’t quite sure how to morph into words. Instead, she reached, using the cushion underneath her for leverage so that she could kiss the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t much, but she felt the affection necessary. Wes was usually a quiet man, but he was giving up ghosts, secrets to her and for Donna, that mean more than any prize.

“You really know how to woo a girl, huh?” The blonde’s words were soft, the warm air from her lips reflected back to her against the crest of Wes’s jaw.  “you take her on a road trip, through blazing heat, get her riled up, then manage to find the most beautiful, albeit chilly place on the map and take her there. Give yourselves only a couch, a fire, some whiskey and a blanket or two for warmth. You’ll melt a girls heart that way, Wes. Or worse, she’ll wonder what  she’s done with her panties.”

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

[wes-bradshaw]

It was peaceful, almost comfortable with Donna here. Something this home hadn’t been in a very long time. He took a swig of his stock and placed the bottle on the table in front of him. “Family’s always had this distillery, it just became a lot more profitable once the act was in place. Too good a chance to pass up really. So sue convinced me to join the family business, rest is pretty much history really.” 

He held her close, enjoying the feeling of someone next to him. “Thank you for the compliment. You warm yet?” He ran his hand up and down her arm, tugging the blankets over them. The room was warming up, that much was for sure. “Might be best for us to sleep in here… warmest room in the house really.” Part of Wes wished he had thought this threw, but then he wouldn’t have Donna this close. It was a catch 22. 

[donna-kennedy]

The couch. That was all there was in this room. Donna grinned, the wild sort that forced her to look up at Wes and poke him in the chest. “You like havin’ me here, dontcha?” She accused, her tone joyful as she began to pull his legs on the sofa. It wasn’t a big piece of furniture, but she was agile, tucking Wes’s legs on either side of her before taking her place on his lap.

“Not too heavy I hope? Those scones your cousin makes might have helped me gain a pound or two, but I’m sure all of that extra practice before this next big gig’ll help get ‘em off of me.” She wriggled a bit, waiting for a groan to erupt from the man underneath her. He seemed to oblige in a disgruntled way, leaving Donna with a smug smirk as she finally rested her head in the crook of his shoulder.

“You make a nice pillow Mr. Bradshaw.” She muttered, the honey in her voice warm as she slipped her fingertips in the gaps between Wes’.  She was much warmer now, her legs mimicking the same sweetness of her voice as she slid them against the insides of Wes’ calves, almost burrowing into the couch for added comfort.

“I’m still shocked by how much I’m enchanted by this place. She pondered, staring toward the crackling fire, Wes’ breath prominent on her shoulder.  “I could see why you still call this place home even after moving to Montford. There’s a calling here. Something that draws you in and makes you never want to go anywhere else.”

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

[wes-bradshaw]

Wes obliged, grabbing a bottle and another blanket and moving to sit close to Donna on the couch. Rationalizing that it was for warmth and nothing else. He sat down and opened his arms, waiting for her to snuggle into him, which she did. 

“The business couldn’t be better to tell you the truth. It keeps my head above water as long as I stay out from behind bars… and this place, well I fucking built it so I know pretty much everything there is to know about it. Can’t claim credit for the stars, but I know a constellation or two. Ask away.” 

[donna-kennedy]

Donna popped the cap of the booze, the burn singeing her throat as the liquid crawled down. She shuddered, goosebumps pricking up on her already chilled arms. 

“A few more of those and I might be knocked out cold!” She chortled, wriggling her body so it fit perfect with Wes.

He was a saint to take care of her this way. She’d been the one to force him to take her with on this excursion, and although she’d proven to be a pain in the ass at times, it seemed that Wes hadn’t a problem with accommodating her. Even going so far as to pleasure her on the ride up. The thought had Donna clearing her throat, a warmth inadvertently heating the insides of her thighs.

“So, when did you start this thing? Your whole operation? Was it the prohibition act, or was whiskey always your field? You do a damn good job of it, I’ll tell you that.” She grinned up at him, nudging his jaw with the tip of her nose.

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

[wes-bradshaw]

Wes peeked his head outside, smiling as he watched her see the star for maybe the first time. “Beautiful ain’t it?” He said, moving out onto the porch where she stood. “I miss this, the view here. Too many city lights clogging up the sky back home.” He leaned against the doorframe and watched her in wonder. “I’ll tell you what, it’s too cold tonight, but if you’re nice to me, I’ll build you a fire out here tomorrow night. Give you some time to really take it all in.” She was beautiful, Wes couldn’t deny that, and he wouldn’t, but there was still something tugging him back and being at his old home wasn’t helping. “Come on, lets get you inside before you catch a cold. Eugene would tan my hide.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her inside to sit by the fireplace. “It ain’t much, but it’s where I used to hang my hat.” He took a seat next to her, stoking the fire with a poker.

[donna-kennedy]

The cabin was beginning to warm, Donna’s face and fingertips tender as she brought herself closer to the flame. Wes was quick, his movements trained as he shifted the wood. The flicker of the flame didn’t hurt with his handsomeness either. He proved quite quickly that he was a mountain man, that he belonged in these woods and had the snuff to prove it. He’d done so back in Montford, but watching him in his own habitat was so natural. He could thrive here.

“Who knew you could catch frostbite so fast?” Donna chuckled between chattering teeth. “Ida thought that this fire would do the trick at warmin’ me up, but I’m sitting her with the damn shivers like I’ve been thrown in a half frozen pond or something.”

She shivered one last time for good measure, her eyes still staring up at Wes as she made herself comfortable on the rug. “Come sit, or rather, grab one of those bottles of shine you have and then come sit. I’m sure it’ll warm the both of us up. Plus, I have so much to ask you about this place, and the business. And about those stars. I must say, I’ve never seen anything like ‘em before.”

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

[wes-bradshaw]

It had been a momentary lapse in judgement for Wes. Donna was apparently a woman he could not control himself around. Which was why this entire trip was dangerous, much more than he thought it would be. He wanted to give her more time to rest as he unloaded the car, but she stirred and he couldn’t help but stare at her. “No relatives yet, they’ll be here tomorrow. Just gonna unload the car and get a fire goin’. Probably just as cold out here as it is in there, currently.” He took the suitcases from the back. “You can follow me in if ya want.” He began heading towards the home, opening the door and placing the luggage on the floor. He used matches to light a few of the old oil lamps and headed straight to the fireplace. His cousin’s had brought wood over and made the place as hospitable as possible in the middle of nowhere. It only took Wes about five minutes to get a fire going. “Might want to hang out here until the house warms up a bit.” He motioned at the couch next to the fire. Grabbing a few blankets he tossed them near Donna. “Can’t do too much now that it’s late. You hungry?”

[donna-kennedy]

“Famished.” Donna purred, her shoulders already prickly from the cold. Wes was right, it would take a while for the cabin to truly heat up, and no matter the amount of blankets she layered over herself, the blonde still couldn’t manage to find even the slightest tinge of warmth.

The sky seemed to turn pitch black within only a matter of a few minutes, and with the darkness came the chirps of the crickets and the distant howling of the wolves. Although chilly, Donna found herself fond of the crisp night air and the not so silent night. It was a vast difference from the city, but there was much to be appreciated about the wilderness, even if she hadn’t been in it for much more than half an hour.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Donna called from the doorway, her hands holding steadfast to the large blanket she’d cocooned herself in. “I may be small, but even Eugene can vouch for these gams. Stronger than an oxe I’ll tell ya!”

She didn’t hear anything for a moment, the echo of her voice bouncing back to her from each pine in front of the tiny cabin. It was a bit eery, but her thoughts drifted with her eyes as she began to notice the night sky. She found herself stunned, shell shocked by the sheer amount of tiny pinholes she knew as stars. There were clusters of them, dustings of little specks that seemed majestic as she stared at the vastness.

“Wow….”

[sabrinalantos]

[donna-kennedy]

Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

The noise of the engine and the blast of the wind was all that hummed through Donna’s eardrums for miles. She fell in and out of consciousness, only stirring when they hit a bump in the road. Wes had left her speechless after their charade. It was unlike any man to not want something in return after the deeds he’d bestowed upon her, and although she found herself a little disgruntled about it, the blonde chose silence over argument. Wes was a troubled man, one that she had intentions to unravel, but to do so in one sitting was never as enticing as the slow peel of layers over time. She blinked wearily, startled when the truck jerked to a halt. It was dusk, but already frigid; an unfamiliar setting coming into focus as she rubbed her eyes. “Here already, cowboy?” She questioned, watching as Wes attempted to leave the cab as silently as he could. He was already gearing up, his massive hands filling out his work gloves until they practically split at the seams. “Were you plannin’ on keeping me out here in this frigid weather all by my lonesome, or were you going to invite me to meet your relatives?” She smiled wanly at him, her large blue eyes batting their lashes as they always did when Donna wanted to have her way. Truthfully, she would have stayed in that cab, perfectly content for a nap, but opportunity was knocking, and although she seemed the frail sort at times, Donna was desperate to prove her worth.

[lovelyladiessource]

[donna-kennedy]

The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

[wes-bradshaw]

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[donna-kennedy]

Donna was in pure shock, her body wrecked from Wes' advances. This was it. This was when she knew she's finally made the breakthrough. The way he looked at her, his eyes an electric blue that sent shivers down the. Blonde's spine. And his mouth, his tongue darting out of it to taste every last bit of her he could from the tips of his fingers. It was enough to make Donna hot all over again. Shifting, she moved closer, her eyes drifting to the stiff bulge in Wes' jeans. Now it was her turn to touch him, to taste him, to tease him and release all that pressure. She knew he was a geyser. And she wanted nothing more than for him to erupt in her mouth. Deftly, she slid her hand up his leg, cupping the base of him in her palm as she squeezed and tugged gently. He was so hot, so bothered by her, she could feel the steam through his trousers, making Donna grin wickedly in anticipation

[alyandajsanctuary]

[donna-kennedy]

The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

[wes-bradshaw]

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[donna-kennedy]

She hadn't anticipated any of this. Wes was full of surprises she hadn't in the least thought he would act upon, yet here she was, her skirt hiked up and the gorgeous man's hand inside her rather skimpy lace underwear. 

He was a genius; his movements meticulous, teasing as he moved his calloused fingers against her most sensitive spots, Donna's own fingertips curling, gathering her skirt  as she rocked in time with Wes, her clit bumping his palm, forcing her to grind down against it just as he began to slide out of her then back in again. 

"You're so fucking talented..." Donna managed to growl, one leg still against the dash as she moved with him, her eyes dreary as she watched him, knowing all too well how much he was enjoying this little game. 

[donna-kennedy]

The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

[wes-bradshaw]

It was true. He did want Donna here. He could’ve left early, made sure there was no way the blonde would’ve ended up in the seat next to him. He could’ve even at least fixed the seat last night when he noticed it, but he hadn’t. Instead, Wes had let them play their ‘trick’ on him, which meant Donna was right. He wanted her here… and he wanted her close. 

"You’re right." It was simple. A two word sentence, but it admitted much more the Wesley had ever said to anyone. So as they were nearing their next stop sign, Wes’ hand slipped, coming to rest on the inside of Donna’s thigh. This had happened a few times throughout their trip, but instead of moving it back to the steering wheel, he let it rest there, his rough calloused skin pressed firmly against her smooth soft flesh. 

He didn’t move his fingers, or even try and shift the placement of his hand. Wes just left it there, splayed across her upper thigh, waiting to see if the woman would comment on this move or if she would just let it go.

[donna-kennedy]

She hadn't expected Wes to be so damn bold. His terms in regards to falling for a woman, let alone being with one were something she felt had been set to certain terms, yet here he was, making a move she'd never anticipated - a move that left her feeling rather hot and extremely bothered as she sun began to set. 

Slowly, she pulled her skirt over her knees, watching Wes out of the corner of her eye as they moved down the rural roads that led to their destination. It was hard to tell in the dim light of twilight, but it seemed the sparkle in his eye had changed, the tone an even icier, more sinister hue than she'd seen in them before. It was enough to make her toes curl, especially when he was so damn close.

"Mr. Bradshaw, I think I may have to claim some sort of reward for not responding to you ever so kind gesture these first few times, but I have to say, you're making it rather difficult for me to keep my composure."

Her voice was deep and sugary; a gooey caramel that coated her throat as she slid slightly further down in her seat, the bootlegger's hand sliding up a mere inch on her thigh. She was hot, her thighs not only sticky from the summer heat, but from the thoughts of what Wes was capable of with those fantastic hands of his. 

[donna-kennedy]

The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

[wes-bradshaw]

"You want me to get arrested don’t you?" Wesley couldn’t help but look at her, the half naked woman now ridiculously close to him. He knew the game she was playing and two could most certainly play. "Fine." He raised his eyebrows in the blonde’s direction before slipping out of his button down. tossing it behind the seat. 

"Now we’re even." Wes may have sworn off being with another woman, but he wasn’t blind or dead. Having Donna half undressed next to him was only making the bootlegger sweat even more. 

Wes leaned over, starting the car, his right hand sliding between the blonde’s legs. He didn’t care at the moment if they touched, they were past that point. His fingertips brushed against her inner thigh as he moved to first gear, the car jerking forward as it moved back onto the highway. 

"You’re trying to break me, aren’t you? You don’t have a cousin in Canada… " Wes was a country boy, but he was far from dumb. And as much as he knew he was being played, it wasn’t as if he minded much. 

[donna-kennedy]

"I would say you're right, but what kind of mess would I be in if you decided to turn this truck around and force me to stay in Montford for the night? I didn't come all this way just to get denied my eye candy and a little banter from you."

Donna tilted her chin up, her nose in the air as sweat began to collect around her collar bone, the small fan that Wes had given her only doing so much to keep her blonde curls from sticking to her face.

"And to be honest with you, I think that look in your eye and the way you handled that gear shaft prove that there's a reason you haven't turned back around yet, Wes. You want me here, and you know it."

She was being a little brash, but the smile on her face was proof that Wes didn't have to take her at her word if he didn't want to. She was simply stating fact, fact that could be watered down in a heart beat if he chose for it to be. 

[donna-kennedy]

The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

[wes-bradshaw]

Wes let his hand fall onto the gear shift, pulling it into first slowly, wanting to make sure he didn’t do anything too inappropriate. “Somehow I doubt that Ms. Kennedy…” He knew for a fact that Donna would do her best to make this extremely uncomfortable for him, even if only to make him blush. 

The began to drive out of town, a soft silence falling over them for a while. He’d bumped her thighs a few times, but quickly moved his hands. It didn’t seem that Donna really minded. The longer they drove the hotter it got, so when they stopped at a nearby petrol station, Wes removed both his undershirt, tossing it in the back of the truck, leaving him in just his pants and open button down. 

"I got this fan for you, sorry if Sue didn’t warn you this trip was hot as hell… shouldn’t be too bad once the sun goes down." He handed her the fan and rolled down their windows. He was sweating, the persperation dripping down his chest and sliding from his forehead down to his beard. Normally he’d take off his entire shirt, but since there was company, he figured he should remain somewhat decent. 

[donna-kennedy]

The heat was the wicked, blistering kind. They'd said it would be one of the hottest summers on record, but as Donna hiked her leg onto the dash, her hands fanning frantically at her face, she realized she may actually pass out. 

To add fuel to that fire, Wes had shown back up, the sight of his removing his shirt in the mirror had made Donna lightheaded, her mouth all the more dry as she watched his muscled bend and bow as he moved.

"I know you might be considerin' that outfit you got there, demure, and I know it's hot as Hades out here, but my word, Bradshaw, You're makin' it hard for a woman of my caliber to keep her paws off of you."

She made no bones about staring the man down when he slid into the truck. it took every ounce of her not to climb right on top of him and have her way, licking and kissing a trail from his collar bone, all the way down to those hip bones that teased her with every breath he made, but she was a lady, and decided that only snide, half derogatory comments would have to do during a time like this.

"Would you mind if I took my shirt off?" Without hesitation, Donna pulled her top overhead, not bothered in the least that she was now just in her brassiere and flouncy lace skirt. 

"Now that's more like it!"

[donna-kennedy]

The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

[wes-bradshaw]

"Ya’ll are terrible. I need to make sure you two schemers never get to be alone together…" Wes shook his head, hands slipping around her petite waist to lift her into the truck. Wes surprised himself. Normally he’d be more perturbed at this forced interaction, but he actually found himself mentally thanking Sue for the push, though he’d never admit it. 

"Right… well Damsel, are you all settled in?" He reached across her lap, tugging the seatbelt around her body. Damn this woman for making him feel fuzzy, his head much more clouded than it had been in ages. 

"Lets get this show on the road." Wes moved around the vehicle, sliding into the seat next to Donna. They were definitely touching, there was no away around that… and of course, the gear shift. 

Wes started the car and paused, looking at the stick he needed to move in order for the car to be put into motion. Fuck Sue, he thought. “Um… Donna… I know we don’t know each other too well… but um…” He pointed to the gear shift. “I’m gonna need you to spread your legs a bit.” 

[donna-kennedy]

Donna barked out a laugh, looking down at the gear shift that was so precariously positioned in between her legs.  With reckless abandon, she clasped her hands in front of her face, mouthing the words 'thank you' to the gods and of course Sue, whom she was sure was mentally finding their predicament hilarious. 

"All you gotta do is ask, sugar." Donna winked, spreading her legs slightly, giving Wes slightly more access to the gear shift between her thighs. 

"Gonna be a long ride, eh?" She quirked an eyebrow at the man. Clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I promise I won't make this more uncomfortable than it needs to be."

Sitting herself up properly in the space next to Wes, Donna moved her legs mechanically, allowing the man proper space in order to operate the vehicle. 

"Now onward before we lose this last bit of sunlight!"