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  Ann drew a sharp breath as a flood of memories came back to her. As much as she wanted to hate him, she wanted this more. At that moment, she was desperate to feel him in her mouth, to suck on him as she’d done countless times in the past.

  There was no hesitation as she pulled his cock to her lips, her tongue skating over the hot skin, flicking briefly along the sensitive underside, skating up beneath the head. After that, there was nothing delicate or subtle about what she did; it was fast and hard, a porn star blow job.

  Immediately David began thrusting himself into her mouth, his hands holding her head, his hips flexing forward. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt, his fingers wound into her hair, holding her. She reached a hand between his legs, cupping his balls, squeezing them hard. He grunted, gave her hair a sharp tug.

  At that moment, she hated him, hated David with all her heart. And she hated herself for giving in to her desires, to this animal lust he awakened in her. There was a moment where she wanted to bite down, spit him out and end this.

  But that was overshadowed by her own body, by the incessant throbbing between her legs. The fire that burned inside her, that only David could put out.

  She’d managed to undo the button and zipper on her own jeans, sliding her fingers between her legs. David had been right; her panties were soaked, her clit was sensitive and aching to be touched. She rubbed herself, a jolt of exquisite pleasure coursing through her body.

  The tilt of David’s hips, the way his cock grew even harder in her mouth, told her he was close to his orgasm. His thrusts were hard and sharp, the tip of his cock grazing the back of her throat, making her gag, tears springing from her eyes.

  With a harsh cry, he pulled himself from her mouth, yanking her up by her arms, grabbing her jeans and pulling them roughly down her hips. He spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch, his hands forcing her legs apart. She braced her arms on the back of the couch, managing one glance over her shoulder at David, blanching at the almost unrecognizable look on his face. She was briefly afraid; there was something so intense and harsh about him, a look she’d never seen on his face before.

  His hands were on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. With one thrust he was buried to the hilt in her body, his hips slamming against her ass. Ann cried out, the urgency of her body driving any fear from her mind. All she registered was this amazing feeling of David inside her, his cock so hard, knowing he was on the edge, taking her with him.

  The force of his thrusts pushed her forward until she was face down over the arm of the couch, his hand planted in the small of her back. There was no giving in the encounter, it was all take, on David’s part as well as hers.

  Ann felt herself hurtling toward her climax, every cell in her body ready to explode, waiting for David, knowing exactly what it would feel like to have him come inside her, almost unable to wait. The instant she felt that peculiar way his hips jerked, right before he came, she felt herself let go.

  David slammed into her one last time, crying out loudly, pulling her back toward him. There was an instant where he held himself completely still, and then he was coming, his hot seed flooding into her, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her.

  Her own cries were mixed with his, as her body contracted in the middle, her hips grinding against the arm of the couch. Her knees buckled and she dug her fingers into the cushion, her face pressed against the fabric. It was intense, brutal and brief.

  David pulled away from her with a grunt, the sound of his zipper mocking her. She heard his steps on the hardwood floor, the sound of his harsh breathing as he stopped to collect the divorce papers from the table and then the slam of the porch door. She slumped to the floor, hanging her head, tears pooling in her eyes. What the fuck have I done?

  There were noises outside, the sound of a car door slamming, of tires spinning in the gravel as David drove away. It was quiet for a long time. All she could hear were the birds outside and her own heartbeat gradually slowing.

  Chapter 5 – Season of Sex

  She was still sitting on the floor when she heard the sound of her truck in the driveway. There was the familiar squeak of the porch door opening, but not closing. She looked up; Jason was standing in the open door, the morning sun behind him, his face in shadow.

  “Ann? Are you okay?” He strode across the room, pulling her up by her arms. There was an urgency to his voice, a look of alarm on his face.

  “Who was it? Who hurt you?” His gaze swept over her, taking in everything, pulling her against him.

  All she could do was shake her head, her voice lost to her tears.

  “I’m calling 911.”

  “No… don’t.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Please forgive me, Jason. “It was my husband.”

  She looked up, meeting his eyes, afraid of what she’d find there. The pain she saw in the green depths drove a knife through her heart. She realized she was practically naked, her shirt torn open, her breasts exposed, her jeans down around her hips.

  With little success, she tried to pull the edges of her blouse over herself, finally pulling away from Jason, reaching down to grab an afghan off the couch. She turned away, tugging her jeans up her legs.

  The sound of the zipper was loud, too loud. It was the sound of her guilt, the final note to that terrible song she’d just sung… with David. She turned, saw Jason cringe, confusion added to the pain on his face.

  “Jason, I can explain. It’s not what it looks like.” I’m not even sure what this looks like.

  “It looks like you were assaulted, but apparently that’s not what happened.” He held up his hands, backing away from her. “But there’s no need to explain. You’re a free woman, you can do whatever you want in your own house. With whomever you want. I’m just the hired help.”

  The coldness in his voice hurt more than she would have thought possible. She watched him turn away from her, walking down the hall to the bedroom.

  “Jason…wait.” She followed him, the afghan trailing behind her, tangling in her feet as she stumbled down the hall.

  He was pulling his few belongings out of the closet, stuffing them into his battered duffel bag. The room was dim and she turned on the light. She could see his hands trembling, a few pieces of clothing falling to the floor. He bent to retrieve them, pushing them angrily into the duffle. His voice was muffled as he spoke.

  “I’ll be gone in just a little bit. There’s a few things of mine in the barn… tools and such….”

  Ann moved toward him, clutching the afghan. As she reached for him, fingers brushing his arm, he twisted, turning away from her, not meeting her eyes.

  “No… don’t. Like I said, you’re a free woman. We have nothing….”

  “But we do… you don’t understanding….”

  Jason spun around, his eyes bright. Ann wasn’t sure if he was on the verge of tears or if he was angry. The intensity in his eyes made her take a step backward.

  “What’s to understand? I come back and find you’ve just fucked some guy in your living room. Excuse me, fucked your husband in your living room.” He spat the words at her, pointing over her shoulder to the open bedroom door, walking toward her.

  “I thought he was your ex-husband. Convenient that you left the ‘ex’ part out when you told me the story.” He took another step forward, this time grabbing her arm. His fingers dug into her flesh, and she cried out, flinching, pulling against his grip.

  “Jason…please. You’re hurting me.”

  There was a moment where he held her, staring down at his hand, as if he just realized he was touching her. With a ragged sigh, he let her go, taking a few uncertain steps backward before sinking down onto the bed, his head in his hands, fingers tugging at his hair.

  “Shit. What the hell is happening here, Ann?” Jason raised his head, looking at her.

  “Jason…” Ann reached for him again, longing to touch him, but pulled her hand back. Instead she knelt on the floor in front of him. “Will you
let me try to explain?” She settled for resting a hand on his knee. He didn’t pull away this time, just stared at the rug between his feet.

  “Fine. Say what you want. I’ll listen.” He sighed, barely raising his head to meet her gaze.

  She took a deep breath. “David left me last year… I told you that. He’s been asking for a divorce since, kept sending me papers to sign. I kept ignoring the papers… didn’t want to sign them.”

  Jason was still watching her, confusion and pain playing across his face. “You didn’t think it was necessary to tell me you were still married? That little detail escaped you?”

  She shook her head. “It was wrong, I know. But… I thought if I told you… you’d leave. That you’d think… maybe there was still something between us….” Her voice trailed off.

  “Obviously there was… is… still something between the two of you. Or whatever happened here wouldn’t have happened.”

  Ann hung her head. There was no argument she could offer. Her fingers were tracing a worn spot on Jason’s jeans, a spot she knew came from how the sheep were held when he sheared them. Why am I thinking about sheep?

  “He came here today, to ask me to sign the papers. And I decided it was finally time… to move on, to start….” She looked up, searching his face, her voice going low.

  “I thought it was time to start something new… I’d hoped with you.” She reached for his hand. He let her take it in hers, his fingers wooden in her grasp.

  “But then… today things got complicated, out of control. I’ve never stopped loving David, even though he stopped loving me a long time ago. Today was… pent up emotion, release, anger… poor judgment. Mostly anger and poor judgment.” She shrugged. “I can’t say I’m perfect, Jason. Today was a mistake… David called it the ‘last fuck for the road’. Maybe he was right.”

  Jason was still silent, watching her. She thought some of the pain had left his eyes, but she knew she’d damaged the fragile relationship they had, maybe beyond all repair.

  “I am sorry, Jason. It… things just got away from me. I lost control.”

  “But you did sign the papers?” Jason’s voice was a monotone, devoid of any emotion.

  “Yes. I did.” She still watched his face, looking for any sign, a glimmer of hope that he still might stay.

  He was quiet a long time. She finally felt him squeeze her hand.

  “I told you I love Sarah… I still do.” There was another beat of silence.

  “Part of me wanted to go see her today, for some reason, to see how she was, I guess. It was the first time I’d thought of her in weeks. There was an ache inside that I thought was me missing her. Here, with you….” He looked around the room, as if taking it in for the first… or the last… time. “I’d forgotten about her, how much she meant to me. Forgotten about the life we’d tried to build together.”

  “But I didn’t… I came home… came here… to you. I wanted to tell you, confess, I think… and then I find you’ve been with your ex-husband… or husband… or whoever he is.” His eyes were on hers. “I told you I loved you, Ann. Last night… in this bed.” He reached out, his fingers gentle on her cheek. Unconsciously she leaned against his hand, the callouses on his palm rough against her skin.

  “Jason, I love you too.” Tears spilled down her cheek. He brushed them away.

  “What do we have here, Ann? Do we have enough to keep this going? My heart can’t take much more. What do we do?”

  Jason stood, pulling her up to him, wrapping her in his arms. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

  “What do we do?” He repeated his question.

  “We do the best we can, I guess.” She felt tears running down her cheeks.

  “Do you still want to be married to David? Do you still love him?”

  There was a hesitation in his voice, as if he were afraid of the answer, as if he were holding his breath.

  She looked up at him, offering a smile through her tears.

  “No, I don’t want to be married to him. I don’t love him anymore. I think I was in love with the idea of David…but it’s over. In my heart and now officially.”

  Jason ran his fingers over her face, tipping her chin up. His eyes were serious as he looked down at her.

  “Okay. Let’s start with that then.”

  “Jason...what about Sarah?”

  He shook his head. “I love you, Ann. Not Sarah. I knew that… like you said, it was the idea I was in love with, not the person.”

  He leaned down, his lips soft, tentative on hers, asking a question. She returned his kiss.

  “We do the best we can… it’s all we can do.”

  Jason’s kiss intensified and Ann responded, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt his hands moving over her body, pulling aside her torn blouse, gently cupping her breasts. There was brief hesitation in his touch, his hands unsteady. He pulled away, his eyes dark with pain.

  “Jason….” Ann ran her fingers over his face. “It’s going to be okay. Our past is our past, both David and Sarah. We have now… and the future… together. We just need to remember what works between us.”

  Ann pulled Jason toward the bed, her hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling it down his arms and discarding it on the floor. She could feel his hands tugging at her jeans, pulling them down her legs, and then the pressure of his erect cock pressing against her body. Knowing how much he wanted her sent a dizzying wave of arousal through her.

  Jason lowered her onto the bed, looking down at her, the pain and confusion on his face slowly replaced by desire and arousal. Biting her lip, she watched as he pulled down his jeans, his cock rising up from the apex of his thighs, hard and long.

  “Is this what you want? Is this what works for you?” Jason was watching her intently, his voice low, seductive. There was a hint of the Jason she knew and loved, the man who wanted her to watch him… watch them, the man who seemed to take great pleasure in teasing her.

  Ann nodded, trying hard to meet his gaze. But her eyes kept straying down to his cock, the visible sign of his arousal. The thought of almost losing him made it all the more exciting, knowing she made him this hard, that he wanted her that much.

  “Say the words, Ann. What do you want?” His lips curled into a teasing grin. She smiled up at him, knowing she was blushing, resisting the urge to close her eyes.

  “I want you, Jason. I want that…” She pointed, knowing he’d make her say the words.

  To her surprise, Jason climbed up on the bed, settling himself between her legs, claiming that space as his own. He leaned down, kissing her hard.

  “Just this once, I’ll let you get away with not saying all the words. Just this once, but no more. After this….”

  He claimed her mouth again, and there were no more words between them, only the sounds of their lovemaking, the cries and moans, as Jason slid himself into her, driving them both toward their release.

  When she came, when her orgasm finally broke, it was with a force that took her breath away. Jason held her as she shook beneath him, arching and twisting. She could feel him, every inch, every contour, as he thrust into her, as her body responded to him.

  She felt her body pulling him further into her, and then he was coming with her, his head back, his cock spearing her to the very core, filling her, his seed mixing with her own wetness.

  Jason held her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers, his lips parted.

  “Oh, God, Ann. I love you.” He kissed her briefly, pulling away with a gasp as another shudder wracked his body, his hips flexing forward one last time, before burying his face in her neck.

  The tension slowly left his body and he collapsed beside Ann, pulling her to him. He held for a long time as their bodies relaxed, curling around each other. Eventually, with a contented sigh, he lifted his head, meeting her eyes.

  “I love you, Ann.”

  “I love you too, Jason.” She rested her head against his chest, her h
and over his heart, feeling the steady beat with her fingers.

  “And no more secrets, no more husbands lurking in the shadows. No more trips to see old girlfriends. From now on, it’s just you, me and several hundred sheep.”

  Ann laughed. “I think that sounds just about right.”

  Table of Contents

  Guilty Pleasure

  Chapter 1 – Meeting the Handsome

  Chapter 2 – Love Me Tender

  Chapter 3 – Please Me, Please

  Chapter 4 – Guilty Pleasure

  Chapter 5 – Season of Sex