by Lynda Chance
“Mmmm-hmmm.”
“How? How was I good?”
“You called me. Let me know you were going to be here. Makes a guy almost think he can trust you.”
“You can trust me,” she said softly.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted one leg over his shoulder. Spreading her out with his fingers, he looked up at her. His eyes were dark tormented pools of glistening heat as he looked up at her. “I want to trust you. So bad. So bad it makes me ache.”
He looked back between her spread thighs and Sarah felt the rumbled groan that came from his chest. His tongue fell to her clit as he sank one long finger inside of her.
He licked her, rasping his tongue up and down on her repeatedly. His finger moved inside her, swirling around her vaginal walls, touching her deeply. She began panting louder, dragging in oxygen.
He lifted his head from her and she opened her eyes to find him watching her. “You’re so beautiful. So goddamn beautiful, Sarah. I want you so much.”
His words washed over her, and suddenly, she wanted him inside of her. “Come up here, please,” she begged softly.
He stood to his feet and began undoing his jeans in a rush of movement. Pushing them all the way down to his boots, he began to lift her up, getting ready to impale her.
She stopped him. “Get a condom.”
He gritted his teeth. “Sarah—”
“Please. Please, John, I want you inside me.”
John wanted so badly to sink inside of her without anything coming between them. So desperately. He wanted to feel her soft flesh close around him. But it wasn’t going to happen. Not this time.
He jerked a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself with it. It only took seconds and then he was lifting her up, propping her back against the wall as he brought her down over him.
The impact of their joining was electric. She moaned as he fastened his mouth over hers. He put his hands under her butt, and spread her wide, sinking into her all the way. He began pumping into her steadily.
She was so soft and wet and slippery. She was tight and hot and perfect.
God, she was perfect for him. He felt himself start slipping down the tunnel where his primal emotions took over and his brain disappeared. He couldn’t control what he said. “I want to fuck you naked.”
She jerked in his arms and he felt another rush of wet heat surround him. “You have to let me, baby. Soon. I want to fuck you over and over and over again. Without a condom. You’re never getting away from me. Never.”
Sarah began convulsing in his arms and he followed her over in an orgasm that rocked his world.
****
The next morning, Sarah watched John as he slowly began to wake up. She’d already had a shower and made coffee. She gingerly sat on the bed beside him, trying to let him eke out as much sleep as possible. The sheet rode low on his hipbone, and she could plainly see his early morning erection greeting her even if he didn’t.
A tiny bit of devilment rose up within and she glanced over at the half empty box of condoms on the bedside table. She slipped out of her shorts and panties and carefully opened a small square package.
Slowly, so as not to awaken him completely, she carefully pulled back the sheet and slid her leg over him, getting into the position that she was beginning to crave like life itself. She held her breath and rolled the condom down his length.
She felt him jerk and figured he was all the way awake now. But he remained still and silent, and she slid down over him, accepting all of him, with only a small degree of adjustment. She sighed and closed her eyes in ecstasy from the feel of him, throbbing hot and deep within her.
Her hands landed on his chest, and she slid up, and then down again.
His hands flew to her hips and grasped her tightly, but he didn’t move so much as another muscle.
She took another stroke, and then another.
John silently gritted his teeth as he tried to let her maintain the control. This was obviously her show, and he wanted her to have what she wanted.
But it was difficult. She was soft and smooth, hot and sweet, and first thing in the morning, all he really wanted to do was turn her over until her stomach was pressing against the mattress and then come at her from behind and pump her so hard and fast—
His thoughts splintered as she leaned down and began whispering in his ear as she continued to stroke him.
“John. You’re so fine.” She lifted up. “You’re so hot.” She fell down again and he couldn’t contain a shudder. “I’ve never had anybody like you before.” She took another stroke. “Mmmm.” Her lips moved to his and grazed them before she lifted herself up and propped her hands against his chest and began riding him in earnest.
John opened his eyes and watched her. Her eyes were closed and she had an expression on her face he’d never seen before on another woman’s. Ever. She was so beautiful, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and pressing a finger against her clit.
He felt another wave of heat come from her and she began riding him frantically, the sounds she was making like the sweetest, hottest music to his ears. “Mmmm.” Her mouth sealed in a line as concentration absorbed her features and she began keening loudly, loud enough to send him up in flames.
He grabbed her hips and began jerking her. Jerking her up and down until she screamed and her body stiffened. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him, shock and what looked like awe on her face.
He held her tightly and fell deep into her eyes as he joined her and went over the edge into sweet, sweet oblivion.
Chapter Eight
John came from the shower, drying his hair on a towel and stopped beside the bed. He reached down and smacked her on the ass, just hard enough to get her attention, hard enough to sting. She gasped, jumped and turned over, her pulse beating so rapidly against her beautiful, pale white throat that he could see it. She blinked and watched him with a wary expression. “Get up,” his voice was still sluggish from the night.
“Okay,” she said slowly with a question in her tone.
“Get dressed. We’re going to San Antonio.”
“Why?” she asked him softly.
“We’ve got an appointment with a doctor at a private clinic there. We need to get a move on.”
“I’m sorry?” She bristled and didn’t look sorry to him. “What for?” Her question came sharply.
“We’re getting tested.”
“Tested?”
“You don’t seem to trust me and while that’s commendable babe, it can’t go on forever.”
“Forever?” she asked.
“Semantics, sweetheart. We need to lose the condoms. Today. I’m not waiting anymore. Get dressed.”
“You can’t just—”
“Yeah, I can just. I did just. Don’t want to hear any shit about it. Let’s don’t make this into a fight or some such shit. Get dressed.”
John watched her and waited to see how this would play out. He needed it to go smoothly. He wanted it to go smoothly. Finally, she slid her legs off the bed and her feet hit the floor. She kept him in her sights while she opened her dresser drawer and removed some clothes. Holding the items in front of her while she crossed to the bathroom, she watched him the whole time.
Finally, she slipped inside, closed the door behind her, and John felt himself take a huge breath of what felt suspiciously like relief.
****
They didn’t talk much on the drive to San Antonio. John didn’t much care. He just wanted to get this shit over with. All he cared about was satisfying her with a clean bill of health, getting her home and sinking into her, totally, fantastically, bareback. His fists clenched on the steering wheel as he savored the thought of what would be, he knew, a barely controlled raw act of possession. He wanted her, all right. That badly.
****
John sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an ungodly amount of time. He’d already had his blood work done, he’d paid a lot of extra cash f
or the immediate results, and now he had the results he needed. He really hadn’t doubted it. Sarah was the first woman he’d even thought about taking that kind of risk with. And now he didn’t have to.
Another half hour later, the door clicked open and Sarah finally came out. He took one look at her and knew something was wrong. She was ashen white, she was softly trembling, and he could see her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
What the hell had happened back there? He didn’t for one second think her results wouldn’t be negative; he didn’t know why, it didn’t make sense, but she seemed to radiate a wholesomeness that he couldn’t explain. It was true she was twenty-seven years old, she very obviously hadn’t been a virgin, but the sweetness that radiated from her seemed like a virtue that couldn’t be touched by something as ugly as a sexually transmitted disease. Of course he knew that line of thinking didn’t make sense, but there it was.
As she made her way over to him, his mind searched for another reason she could be so upset. Had the fucking doctor hurt her? Said something to her to upset her? He’d kill the bastard—he’d have his goddamn license revoked if he had hurt her.
She came to stand before him on trembling legs. “What’s wrong?” he hissed as he reached for her hand.
She shook her head softly. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Sarah—”
“Please, John. In the car.” She turned toward the door and began to walk away from him. He’d already settled their bill, so he picked himself up off the chair and held the door open for her. As she walked past, through wet tears, she gave him a tiny little smile that seemed to want to comfort him.
She was upset, but her first thought was to offer him comfort. It was another added shock to his system.
They walked out to the car, hand in hand.
He opened her door, got her settled in, and put the air-conditioner on full blast. His vehicle had been sitting under a shade tree, so the interior became blessedly cool very quickly. He didn’t make a move to leave the parking lot, but took her hand in his. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head again and then the tears began to spill in earnest. She lifted her hand and tried to wipe them away as John watched her, completely in shock. He didn’t know how to react, didn’t know how to comfort her, and he felt a great big ball of fury begin to form in his gut at the unknown person who might have hurt her.
He tried like hell to give her time but it was killing him. Finally she turned to him. “Nothing’s really wrong. Nothing new, anyway. I’m clean.” She looked up at him with a question in her eyes that he could tell she didn’t want to voice.
“Yeah, babe, I’m clean, too.” he answered her unspoken question.
“Good.”
“Nothing new? What does that mean?” he asked to get her back on track.
“I went ahead and had a well-woman check-up since we were already here and it was something I needed to do when I got back to Dallas anyway.” She took a sustaining breath and then continued her explanation, “After the miscarriage, I had to have a D and C. It left some scarring. But either my doctor at home didn’t know how bad it was, or he didn’t tell me. I just found out it’s going to be hard for me to get pregnant again.” She bit her lip and twisted her fingers together as she looked down as her voice shook. “Maybe impossible.”
After John heard the word ‘miscarriage,’ a huge roaring began in his ears and he could barely concentrate on her words. He valiantly tried to get his shit together, but it was one of the hardest things he’d ever attempted to do. He wanted to comfort her, he was upset that she was upset about the fertility issue, but all he could really feel was a great glob of heated jealousy. She’d been pregnant with another man’s baby. He couldn’t believe what he was feeling. He knew he’d been pissed the night before at the Cut-n-Shoot, he knew he’d been jealous then. But to think that there was a man out there, a man who had put a baby in her belly. The jealousy he felt was almost painful; in fact it was more of a searing pain than a feeling of jealousy. He knew the emotion wasn’t rational, he knew it bordered on crazy, and at the very least it was totally fucked-up, but he couldn’t help it. So she had a past, and he had a past. There was no getting around that.
He viciously brought his head out of his ass and did what he should have done already. He took her in his arms and held her and let her cry.
She cried against his shoulder until he could feel the dampness of her tears seeping through his shirt. She cried until she began hiccupping, she cried until he began worrying she might endanger her health if she didn’t quit. Could a person become dehydrated from crying this many tears?
“Baby, stop.” He rubbed her back, swirling his hands up and over her.
She took a gasping breath and lifted her hands and rubbed her eyes. She took five steady breaths, in and out, and finally settled down. He still held her, but now she only leaned against him.
She was upset, he could wait a bit, but he needed to know. “You’re going to have to tell me.” He tried to keep his voice gentle, but he would know. “Not right now, but later. It will make you feel better to get it out and I—I need to know.”
Her eyes met his again and something heated passed between them. Her anguish was clearly written on her face, but she seemed to be in control now, and he pushed his dark feelings to the back of his brain and tried to focus on what she needed. He was assailed with a feeling of helplessness; the grief that held her in its grip was raw and primitive and he didn’t know if he had what it would take to help her. He felt a deep need to make this better for her, to take away what was making her misery so acute. “Let’s get home.” He tried to keep his voice even, to show strength so she could lean on him, but he was very much afraid that his attempt had failed and that she could hear the torment in his voice.
She nodded her head and pulled back from his embrace, leaned back in her seat and began fastening her seatbelt with hands that shook. He reached over and finished the job for her and then placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
He backed out of the parking lot, navigated them to the highway, and then reached over the console and took her hand in his.
****
Sarah didn’t want to put off the conversation they needed to have. She knew that sooner or later he would insist on knowing, and she wanted to get it over with. When they were about ten miles out of San Antonio, she began to speak. “I got married when I was twenty-three.” His hand jerked and she felt the tension that took hold of him but he didn’t say anything. “Greg was only a year older than me, and he basically swept me off my feet. The quick version of the story is that I got pregnant within the year, and he began cheating on me after that. Hell, probably before that, I don’t know. It was a tough pregnancy, and then he left me for the woman he was sleeping with. The stress and everything caught up with me, and I lost the baby. The pregnancy was the one good thing that came from that marriage, and I loved that baby. But it wasn’t meant to be, I guess.”
She glanced over at him and could see the tic in his cheek as he watched the road and continued to hold her hand in a tight, unrelenting grip.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry you lost the baby.” Internally, John asked himself for the truth. Was he sorry she’d lost the baby? Thank God, the answer was yes. Yes, he was sorry she lost the baby. He wasn’t jealous of the baby, and the loss of the innocent life was tragic. It was the man who put the baby inside of her who pissed him off. “The asshole must have been insane to cheat on you. Why the hell would he?” He glanced over at her before turning his eyes back to the road. “Why in the fuck would anybody cheat when they could have you in their bed every night?”
Sarah thought he’d asked a rhetorical question, and she didn’t try to answer. What he said sent a feeling of pleasure snaking through her; he sounded like he meant every word.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, baby.”
“Thanks,” she answered softly.
“What’s his last name?”
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nbsp; Sarah looked over at him again and suddenly the pleasurable feeling was replaced with something that felt like mild panic at the sudden change of subject. Why would he ask that question? Why would he care? And why would a choice she had made several years ago, several years before she even knew him, be filling her with apprehension now? Oh no, she didn’t want to give him the answer.
His eyes left the road and took a few seconds to study her before sliding forward again. His jaw clenched. “Don’t tell me his name is McAlister, babe. Don’t do that to me.”
She swallowed hard. “John—”
“Sarah, don’t say it.”
She remained mute and watched as he ran a hand through his hair and his face became set in stone and then he clenched the steering wheel in what looked like a death grip.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you then, didn’t expect anything like this—”
“Why? For what fucking reason would you keep his name?” His anger could clearly be heard in his tone.
“This is going to sound so shallow. I almost hate to say it.”
“Just tell me the truth. I want to know why.”
“I did it to piss him off and for no other reason. He betrayed me, cheated on me, abandoned me when I most needed him, and when it came down to it, he thought I would automatically go back to my maiden name. We had a big fight and it came out that his new woman didn’t want me to have his name, and so I kept it out of spite. Pure spite. To piss them both off. So there you have it; it wasn’t nice on my part, and I’m not proud of what I did.”
“You could change it now.” He suggested in a low, controlled voice.
“I could, but why? Everyone at my school knows be by that name, it would just add confusion to the mix at this late date. Everyone would assume I got married again and then I’d have a huge amount of explaining to do. I don’t need the hassle.”
“I don’t like it.”
Sarah shut her eyes and tried again to reason with him. He was acting like a child who wasn’t getting his way. “It’s part of the past, John. We both have a past. You have one, too.” She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. “I know you were married before. And I’m so sorry about your wife. I know you must have gone through sheer hell when she died, but—” Her words dwindled off.
