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She wondered what position he played on the team. Who his friends were, what he did when he wasn’t working, other than playing baseball. There was one part of her brain interested only in the here and now, another part reaching for something else. But she’d wanted a fantasy. Why was she looking for more? Did she really have the type of life where she could pursue anything after tonight? Why was having him inside her like that so important?

She knew the answer. Even a woman’s fantasies had to touch her heart as well as her body. Otherwise they weren’t worth having. Or remembering.

“You’re thinking too hard, honey.” Bending his head, his tongue slid between her fingers, licking along her clit, and then dipped inside of her.

She cried out and bucked. Catching her thighs, he held her as she moved her hands, sought a purchase on him. She ended up with a two-handed grip on his shoulder, digging in and pulling hard on the T-shirt, balling it up in her fists as he continued to eat her pussy. His hands raised her up to him the way he might lift a split coconut, cupping her buttocks in both hands as he sipped, feasted, bit, not minding the juice that got on his mouth and chin. In fact, he seemed to be alternating his forays inside with a liberal rubbing of his mouth on the outside, rousing her with tongue and teeth as she dug her fingers in further and cried out, trying to pull away as the sensation became overwhelming.

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He wouldn’t let her, making it clear she was not in charge.

When he told her it wasn’t a request, all the things she was always responsible for doing had run through her head. The choices she was required to make every day, truly horrible things no one ever thought they’d have to face. All that had been swept away by a tidal wave of relief. He’d made it a hundred percent clear he would take care of this one, vital thing. Her pleasure.

“No…no. Please stop.”

He bit her lightly, spoke against her flesh. “Not happening, honey. I’m going to feel you come against my mouth.”

“I want to do it with you inside of me. Please. Please.” She pulled on the T-shirt with each plea.

He lifted his head, regret crossing his face. “Baby—”

“Glove compartment.” She gasped as his five o’clock shadow rasped against her with an incredible friction. “He always keeps some there. I’m sure of it.”
God, please let
me be right.

Jake’s gaze narrowed. “You said he isn’t your boyfriend.”

“He’s not. He’s…” She shook her head, the truth mortifying. “He’s the pity date my brother arranges for me. We’ve had sex a few times. Mostly for him. Mostly because I wanted to feel something. Kept hoping to feel something…like this. Though at first it didn’t matter. I just needed…someone.” At his expression, her desire curled into a cold defensive ball in her stomach, a lump rising in her throat. “You think I’m cheap.” She tried to get up. To struggle away from him. “Some kind of slut. Oh God. Of course you do. Look at me. I don’t even know you. I—”

“Hush.” He yanked her up by the wrists and covered her mouth with his again.

Bringing her to the edge of the car, he made her wrap her legs around his hips, reaching beneath the skirt to take a proprietary grip on her ass.

She tried to pull away. “Let me go. I’m not like—”

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“I know that.” He gave her a little shake, commanding her attention. “You think guys are the only ones allowed to get lonely and take something empty because it’s the only thing available? You think we don’t know the difference between that and something more special?”

He wasn’t thrilled about envisioning her in this guy’s arms, but it did increase his satisfaction quotient to consider taking her on his car hood. A male dog driving a competitor out of the competitor’s own territory. Being a woman, she’d probably think that was silly. Wouldn’t get it. But John sure as hell would.

When Jake put his firm pressure against her, she rocked despite herself, making him grit his teeth and put both his hands on her ass to hold her still. “Hold on a moment,” he said hoarsely. “You’ve got to give me a moment, darling.”

“No. I don’t want to wait. I need you inside of me.” She pinned him with desperate eyes. “You don’t…it’s different.”

“Sshh. I know that. Stop worrying about it.” Jake dipped his head. “Put your hands around my neck.”

She linked them there behind his nape and he felt the cold steel of the bracelets.

Hitching her up, he lifted her, carried her around to the passenger side where the window was open. Holding one arm around her back to brace her against him, he reached in, popped open the glove compartment, fished around distastefully and came out with a fistful of condoms. Dropping them on the seat, he took one and eyed it critically.

When he looked at her, she was staring at it, moistening her lips. She was still feeling uncertain, he could tell. “Hey.” He touched her with the corner of the plastic wrapper, chucking her cheek with it, chasing and teasing her until she was ducking her head away, trying not to smile. Pressing her back against the car frame, he held her there and dipped his head down, nudging hers to the side to kiss her neck, touch his lips to that sensitive pulse point. She shivered, her nipples hardening against his chest.

“Ah, sweetheart.”

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Gripping her head and keeping his hand around her back, he turned her, brought her back to the hood. With her arms around his neck, he had to go down with her a certain amount, putting him on top of her. She played with the hair on his nape while he studied her face inches away, felt her thighs on either side of him as she spread for him, pressed her pussy against his erection. He nuzzled her lips, coaxed some teasing kisses out of her, nipped at her tongue until she was squirming against him, rubbing and mewling with her desire, enough that he knew he’d driven any worries from her mind. Only then did he take her arms from his neck and make her stretch them over her head, laying her out for him. He knew exactly how he wanted her, and that was how he was going to have her.

Stacie’s breath caught in her throat as he took her torn dress off her body. Freeing her garter belt, he dropped it so she felt it caress her ankles. He opened the front-closing bra with seeking fingers, brushing the curves before he bent to press a kiss on her sternum. When she started to lift her arms, he shook his head, spoke against her skin.

“You’re my prisoner, sweetheart. You stay still or I’ll go get that nightstick.”

She subsided but couldn’t help but feel a jolt of reaction at the serious look in his half-lidded eyes. It made her imagine what it would be like to watch him insert it into her, her muscles clutching the inanimate object the way she wanted to clutch his cock, making it slick with her fluids.

Then he took off the thong. She was naked, sprawled on the hood of a Porsche in a gleaming silver, gold and green cornfield on a summer night, the sounds of the night creatures surrounding them. No other people. Nothing but the two of them and two now silent cars. The bridge was a silent silhouette behind them.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

How many times did a woman get to hear that, knowing a man meant it? In a special unique way he’d never mean in the same way to any other woman? She could almost believe it from the look in his eyes.

“Jake.” She spoke his name on trembling lips. “I want you so much. Please…”

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“I like you begging.” He kissed the curve of her left breast, traced a hand down her belly, dipped into her navel. “It makes me hot. Makes me want to do other things to make you beg.”

Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them and his underwear out of the way. While she watched him, he tore open the condom, rolled it on.

“No going back, sweetheart.”

In answer, not sure of this wanton creature she’d become, she lifted her legs, spread them wide, displaying herself to him, her hands coming down in the cuffs to finger herself, bring wetness from inside and spread it on the lips, making his eyes go molten hot.

“Please.”

He put his big hands on either side of her bare hips and thrust home. A deep, hard penetration with a cock big enough to be a tight fit. It caused her to moan at the brief pain, the stretch, then respond to that tight fit, her cunt rippling along his length.

“Yeess.”

“Yes,” he agreed, his face intent, mouth held firm. She loved that mouth, loved the way he looked at her as he fucked her wholly naked. As if she was his entirely, his to fuck naked while he stayed clothed. He hadn’t even taken off his shoes. She wanted to see that hard body bare. Shower with him, clean off the dirt from the game, maybe kneel and take him in her mouth again. Feel him explode against the back of her throat.

Ah God, she was having a fantasy while experiencing a fantasy, and the double shot was sweeter than anything she could imagine.

When she lifted her hips to take him more deeply, he caught her ankles, bringing them up to his shoulders. Holding onto her hips, he rammed into her, increasing his thrusts, shooting her up a roller coaster. The first hill, one click at a time, signaling an approach to the steepest crest where the speed would be a thrilling rush.

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and purifying her as she immersed herself in this, in the feel of his body taking hers over. Just as she wanted. Was it greedy to want more? To imagine more things she’d like to have?

I tend to hang onto things I like…

If they could just stay in the moment… But knowing she couldn’t do that, she let go of everything else. She abruptly levered herself up off the car, brought her legs down and around his hips, and hooked the cuffs over his head again. Clasping his shoulders, she held her body to his, increasing the friction against her clit, the rub of his cock on the densest spot within her.

“Oh God…” She pressed her cheek to his throat. His buttocks clenched under her heels as he drove into her. She could handle anything, knowing she’d had this.

Colors flashed and his cock ripped something deep within her free. Her moan escalated into a guttural cry, into the scream he’d wanted. Clinging to him, she pressed her lips to his neck, tasted the salt of her tears as the force of the orgasm washed all of it from her, overcoming her. She went over that first hill and kept flying.

“Come for me. Please…” She gasped it in his ear. She wanted to feel him come while she was coming.

He gave in to her, pressing her hard against him, thrusting in and out, holding her buttocks in tight hands that would leave bruises on her ass. She didn’t mind. She liked the idea of looking in the mirror and seeing them, feeling the soreness of her body. Too soon it would fade into a memory with no landmarks, but as long as it was this vivid in her mind, she suspected she’d remember it for some time to come.

She’d been immersed in death and loss for so long, she’d forgotten that life was more than enduring. When Jake Chance had gotten out of his car tonight, somehow he’d touched her with a magic that had reminded her that life was worth living. That it could always surprise you. That no matter how the pain and sorrow closed in on her, there was always room to cut out a window and see something new. Something like hope.

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She had no words for that, so she settled for shattering the night with her cries, holding onto him with every ounce of strength she had, giving him all of herself.

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Chapter Five

He supposed it could end here. A few moments of cuddling, nuzzling one another like contented cats. He admitted he liked the kittenish way she was rooting into his neck. Placing soft, moist touches of lip and tongue there, her breath caressing him in a way that made him think he’d never again feel a summer breeze whisper across his skin and not think of this moment in a remote cornfield.

But the moon had barely risen. If she didn’t have anywhere to go…

“Do you have anywhere to be?” He took care of the condom, wrapping it up to put it carefully in the pocket of his jeans. When he helped raise her to a sitting position on the edge of the car, she stayed that way, her head tilted. Her innocent pose, the somewhat self-conscious way she had her restrained hands folded in her lap, made him stir to life again.

“Not until dawn.” That impish smile crossed her face as she lifted her wrists.

“Besides, what would it matter? I’m your prisoner.”

“Yes, you are.” Deciding, he scooped her up. “We’re going to go find a softer spot for what I have in mind next.”

“Police brutality? Harassment? Interrogation?”

When he pinched her, she giggled and writhed in his arms. It made him want to be naked too, to feel the drag of her nipples across his flesh the way they were rubbing against his T-shirt. But maybe her fantasy was that he be clothed.

“Behave yourself.”

She complied with a tiny smile, those eyes so big and round in her face he wanted to stroke the lashes, coax them closed. Overwhelmed by the intensity he saw in them, he wasn’t sure he could handle the way they made him react. Love didn’t happen at first sight. Strong attraction did. Lust. Love took time, needed friendship to be real, 46

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years of understanding building on experiences shared together. But maybe some levels of attraction made you want to take that leap within a few minutes of meeting someone.

Maybe your heart and gut just knew what it took your mind years to fathom.

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“You’re getting the family bug,” Detective Nichols had told him at the last department picnic. Jake had spent most of the afternoon playing with Nichols’ two boys and picking at his wife with platonic flirting, letting her mother him. “That bachelor life of yours is losing its appeal, no matter how much you deny it. You want a woman to come home to.”