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  He was kissing her nipples now, moving between the two, and as much as she loved the sensation of his lips on her breasts, his tongue drawing her into his mouth, she let him move lower.

  Jason ran a line of kisses down her stomach, stopping to circle her navel with his tongue. He looked up at her briefly, a teasing smile on his lips.

  “Am I getting close? Closer?” His gaze held hers as he kissed a line due south from her navel, stopping at the tops of her thighs. “I know. It’s your knees.”

  She laughed as he slid down between her legs, gently pushing them apart. He started kissing the inside of her legs, just above her knee, his lips trailing a soft line of kisses up her inner thigh.

  He was still watching her, his eyes still teasing her, mouth curved into a roguish grin. “There’s only one thing left….”

  His fingers were gentle as he spread her soft folds. There was the sensation of his soft warm breath before she felt the first touch of his tongue, a quick flick against her clit.

  “Did I find the right spot?” Jason was looking up at her, his eyes still locked with hers.

  Ann nodded, still blushing.

  Jason shook his head. “You’re not getting off that easy. I want to hear the words, Ann.” He propped his head on his hand, looking up at her. “I can wait all night…can you?”

  Ann raised up on her elbows, looking down at Jason.

  “You’re kidding?” She was still laughing, shaking her head. “You’re incorrigible.” She fell back on the bed, closing her eyes, letting out a breath. “Alright. I want you to…lick me there, that spot you just touched….”

  There was a new flush rising through her body, the sound of her words, her own voice saying them, sending a rush of arousal through her body.

  “Go on….” Jason’s voice was low; she could feel his breath against her inner thigh as he spoke.

  Opening her eyes, she looked down at him. “I want your tongue on me, licking me, your lips against my skin, sucking me…. Use your tongue on me, Jason… like you would your cock. Tease me with it, touch me… please….” Her voice trailed off in a breathless whisper.

  Jason cocked an eyebrow at her. “Very good… and yes, I’ll do exactly what you asked for. It’s my pleasure.”

  He was good to his word. Ann was moaning beneath his touch, as he did as she’d asked, licking her clit, sliding his tongue between her wet folds, probing deep inside of her. At one point, she felt his teeth brush against her clit, the brief sharp sensation making her gasp.

  When she came, it was more intense than she could imagine. She twisted on the bed, hands pulling at the sheets, arching against Jason’s mouth. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as she writhed beneath his touch. There seemed to be no end to the waves of pleasure that crashed through her.

  She felt Jason move up her body, and she spread her legs further, letting him settle himself between her legs. He held himself above her, watching her for a moment before slowly sliding his cock into her. The lessening aftershocks of her orgasm still washed through her, and the feeling of him inside her set off another rush of sensations, a second wave of orgasmic pleasure running through her. She cried out, arching up against him.

  Jason followed her down the same path, his orgasm filling her with his seed. He buried his head against her neck as he shook, his body curling around hers, his cries muffled against her body. They held each other, bodies trembling in each other’s arms.

  When it was over, Jason cradled her body against his, her back against his chest, his hand curled softly around one full breast. The room was dark, the breeze cooler now. They’d pulled the blankets around them, the scent of their bodies, their love-making washing over Ann.

  She was on the verge of sleep when Jason spoke. His voice was soft in the dark.

  “I love you, Ann.”

  His words brought her back from the edge of sleep. She turned to him, touching his face in the dark.

  “I love you too, Jason.”

  She felt him reach for her, pulling her against his chest, his mouth finding hers again. It was a long time before they finally fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Chapter 4 – Guilty Pleasure

  Jason had left to run errands in town that morning, taking her pickup truck, leaving Ann in the barn with a sick sheep. When she heard the crunch of gravel in the drive, she came out of the barn. It’s far too early for him to be back.

  But the vehicle in the yard wasn’t her truck. It was David’s car. She felt her heart drop, then start beating in a fluttery way that made her vaguely dizzy.

  He got out of the car, looking up at the house, hesitating briefly before walking up the porch to the front door.

  Ann had the irrational thought that if she stayed in the barn, he’d just go away. But she knew that wouldn’t work. With a sigh, she stepped out of the shadows of the barn door.

  “David. What do you want?” She heard the hesitation in her voice.

  She’d been married to David for almost five years; good years, she thought, but he’d decided that her dreams were no longer his, this was not the life for him, and apparently she was not the woman he wanted in his life. He’d left, just over a year ago, leaving her with a ranch and no help.

  Not long after he was gone, she’d gotten a fat envelope from an attorney in town. He’d sent divorce papers for her to sign. She’d tossed them aside, managed to avoid them for weeks, but she always knew where they were in the house. But a second, and then third, envelope arrived.

  She’d finally opened one, read through all the pages. David wasn’t asking for anything from her except to end the marriage. The farm was hers, anything she’d brought with her was hers; the financial details were all fair and even. There really wasn’t any reason why she shouldn’t sign the papers.

  Except one. She still loved David.

  Seeing him standing on her porch brought back an unexpected rush of feelings. The sun caught his hair, hair so black it looked almost blue. She could see a few strands of silver glinting at his temples. Funny, she’d never thought about the difference in their ages. David was almost ten years older than she was, but he’d always seemed somehow ageless.

  David turned at the sound of her voice. He smiled, walking across the yard, his body looking sexier than she wanted… or needed… right now. He was dressed casually in khakis and a white shirt, looking lean and fit.

  “Ann…figures I’d find you in the barn.” He stopped a short distance away. “How have you been?”

  “I’m…okay. Fine…” She was at a loss for words. And she really wasn’t prepared to have a conversation with David. It had been a year since she’d seen him; she really didn’t think this was a social visit.

  “You’re here for the papers? They’re in the house.” She walked past him, catching the scent of his cologne, taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed. The deep rich scent brought back every memory she had of him, of them together. And it made her weak in the knees. Damn him, he probably wore that on purpose.

  “Are you going to sign them this time, Ann?” She heard his step behind her on the porch. His question was innocent enough, but she was irritated by it none the less.

  Her fingers were on the handle for the screen door. She hesitated, looking down a moment, before turning to David. She met his gaze levelly, head held high.

  “Yes, David. I am.”

  “What made you change your mind, this time?” There was an edge to his voice, a challenge almost. Ann prickled at the sound, scowling at him.

  “I think it’s time. No other reason. Time for a change.” There is a reason. And his name is Jason.

  She pulled open the screen door hard enough to make it slam against the house. He followed her into the kitchen and she gestured toward the kitchen table. “Have a seat. I’ll get the papers.”

  David pulled out a chair. Ann rummaged through her desk in the living room, coming back with the latest fat envelope from David
’s attorney. She glanced at David, scowling at him, vaguely annoyed that he should look so sexy, lounging in her kitchen like it was still his home.

  She grabbed a pen from her desk and sat down across from David, pulling the papers from the envelope. She flipped through the thick stack, signing each page conveniently marked with a little colored sticker. She felt a combination of sadness, loss… a sense of giving up, even though she knew there was nothing left to fight for.

  When she was finished, she shoved them roughly across the table toward David.

  “All signed.” Her voice was tinged with emotion, she was suddenly on the verge of tears, and that made her angry. This wasn’t what she wanted…had wanted for her life. She’d always envisioned David with her, no matter what. But he’d made it clear this was not the life he wanted, and in discarding that life, he’d discarded her as well.

  “Ann…I know this is hard, but you’ve had a long time to think about this. It’s not like it’s a surprise.” He waved his hand, dismissing her emotions.

  “That’s not it, not it at all. You just don’t get it, do you? This wasn’t my idea, David. Never was. It’s always been you, all about what you want.” There was a sharp edge to her voice, the tears spilling unheeded down her cheeks. “You abandoned me and you’re annoyed because I’m crying?” She pushed away from the table, overturning her chair. It crashed to the floor, making her jump.

  “Ann, calm down…it’s a painful process.”

  She brought her hands down hard on the table. “Don’t tell me to calm down! I love you, David. I’ve never stopped loving you, even though you walked out on me!”

  David took a step around the table toward her, saying her name again. The same way he’d said it a thousand times while they were together, when she’d been upset over something, wanting to sooth her. But now it wasn’t what she wanted, to be soothed by David. She wanted to hit him, to push him away, to make him leave.

  But that wasn’t all she wanted. What she really wanted went far deeper, touched some part of her she was ashamed to admit existed. What she wanted was David, his body, the feeling of being consumed by him, as only he knew how to consume her.

  There was nothing she wanted more now than to hurl herself at him, drag him to the floor and fuck him, hard and fast.

  At that moment, she felt trapped, physically, between David and the wall of the kitchen, and between her conflicting emotions. This was the man she’d married, the man who had walked out on her. She loved him, but he’d betrayed that love.

  “David….” There was anger in her voice, but something else. And she knew David heard it; she heard it. She put her hands up to push him away as he took another step toward her, but instead of pushing him, she clutched at his shirt, pulling him to her. And in that instant, feeling the hard muscles of his chest beneath her fingers, breathing in his scent… as angry as she was at him, and at herself, all she wanted was David, right them, even if it was for the last time; especially if it was the last time.

  Before she had time to think, his mouth was on hers, his lips harsh and insistent. Ann ran her hands through David’s hair, pulling him down to her, holding him even though he had no intention of breaking their kiss.

  It angered her that he didn’t pull away… and she was angry at herself. His tongue skated along her lower lip, and she draw his lip into her mouth, sucking briefly… and then bit down. She tasted blood on her tongue.

  “What the hell, Ann?” David pulled away, staring down at her. “You want to hurt me, is that it? Take it out in blood?” He ran his finger over his lip, looking down at the smear of red.

  Ann was breathing hard. “‘It’s a painful process.’ Someone told me that recently.”

  She pulled him back down to her, her mouth coming up hard against his, bruising his lips with hers. David responded with the same aggression, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, his fingers tangling in her hair. As he ground his hips against her, she could feel the bulge of his erection, already hard. It’s the same for him… he’s just as turned on as I am.

  She knew just what that cock would feel like, in her hands, in her mouth… moving inside her body. Making love had never been one of their problems; if anything, it had kept them from talking, distracted them time and again. It was easier to just have sex than to try to figure out what the problems were in their relationship. And the sex had always been amazing enough to make her believe it was the same as love… or close enough.

  David’s hands slid down to her breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingers pulling at her nipples. She arched against him, silently asking for more contact. All this was driving her wild, and he knew that, he knew exactly what got her excited, what sent her spiraling out of control. She felt his mouth curve into a smile against hers, his fingers pulling and twisting her hardening nipples. Her cries were muffled against his mouth as he continued playing with her, teasing her, tormenting her, his fingers almost brutal on her flesh, bringing tears to her eyes.

  There was a sudden movement as David grabbed the front of her blouse, tearing it open, buttons clicking and spinning across the hardwood floor. She broke away from his mouth, startled, looking down at her ruined shirt. His hands were pulling at her bra, tugging the cups down roughly, pulling at her breasts until the hard nipples were exposed.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful… I’ve never forgotten how beautiful you are.”

  Ann stiffened at his words. They’d rarely talked during sex…David hadn’t liked it for some reason. It made her vaguely uncomfortable, made her think this wasn’t the David she knew.

  David bent his head to her breast, drawing one nipple into his mouth. Ann cried out, her body responding with a deep resounding thump, a rush of wetness between her legs. She could hear him as he frantically pulled at her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around her nipple and the puckered areola. There was brief flash of pain as his teeth brushed against her skin, the implied threat of a bite, sending a shiver through her body.

  Ann ran her fingers through his hair, grasping at him, holding him tightly against her body. The sensations his mouth created in her were intense, made her weak in the knees, sent her heart skittering along in a rapid beat. As he sucked David ran one hand between her legs, cupping her, squeezing, his fingers digging into the material of her jeans. But even through the denim he found a way to make her cry out, as she ground her hips against his hand, his fingers sliding against her body.

  Over the sound of her own voice and his muffled moans against her breast, Ann heard the sound of David’s zipper opening. With a rough gasp, he pulled away from her breast, leaving the nipple glistening and puckered, hard from his attention. She was lost to the sensations swirling through her body, aching for David’s touch to return, momentarily confused as he pulled away from her.

  There was a brief fumbling between them, and then David’s hand was on her shoulder, pushing her down.

  She pulled away from him, gasping as she looked down between their bodies. He was holding his cock in one hand, his fingers wrapped around the shaft, almost but not quite stroking himself. Her eyes went wide; she’d forgotten how long and thick it was, how hard it could get. She blinked, knowing she was staring, helpless to stop. She raised her eyes to his face, meeting his blazing gaze. And she shivered, but not from excitement.

  His eyes were dark, something lurking there Ann had never seen before, something almost cruel. This wasn’t the David she knew, the David she’d loved. He was still holding his erection, pressing it against her, hot and hard, insistent. As angry as she was, almost frightened of David, knowing he was that hard because of her sent a flood of animal passion through her body. When he spoke, his voice was rough with emotion, with something else, something dark. It took her breath away.

  “Last fuck for the road? Is that what this is, Ann? Then I want it on my terms.” His hand was still on her shoulder, his fingers digging in to her skin.

  “No, David…not like this….” Her voice trailed off as she watched ange
r flare across David’s face.

  “No? You’ve screwed up my life for the last year, Ann. I’ve been waiting… patiently… for you to sign the damn divorce papers. And now you do this… sign the papers and practically throw yourself at me? And then don’t like how I respond? That’s bullshit. Stop playing me, Ann.”

  David was breathing hard, both hands digging painfully into her shoulders now, forcing her down to her knees. She’d only seen him this angry once or twice before, and the results weren’t pretty; one encounter with a guy in a bar ended up with David hitting the man, breaking his nose.

  “Then do this, and I’ll be gone. It’s your ‘last fuck’…or suck, if you want to call it that. Do this, and we’re even, you’re forgiven for fucking up my life for the last year. And then I’m gone.”

  “You’ve fucked up my life for the past year, David. What about that?”

  “The control has been all yours, Ann. You could have signed the papers any time you damned well wanted to.”

  Ann’s knees finally buckled and she hit the floor with a thud. She looked up at David with narrowed eyes, her own anger giving her a moment of courage.

  “You really want to force me to do this?”

  “I don’t really think I am. You’re practically begging for it. You want to play victim, go ahead. But I bet if I pulled down your panties and ran my hand between your legs, it would come back dripping wet.” David bent down, his face just inches from hers. “I know you better than you think, darling. I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  “You’re a bastard, David.” She flung the words at him. He only laughed.

  But her words were hollow. As he straightened, her hands were already sliding up his thighs, despite… or because of… her anger, eagerly reaching for him, for his hard cock dancing in front of her face. As her fingers closed around the thick shaft, she heard David moan loudly, a sound she’d heard a thousand times. A sound he made because of her.