End Detour [The Mystic Museum 4] (Siren Publishing Allure)
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He smiled guiltily.
“I visited Cecily’s grave a few times while you were gone. I felt like she was there, showing me the right thing to do.”
He put his arms around her waist.
“The right thing was to trust my feelings for you, to believe in you, and trust that you loved me and would come back to me. Just before you came today, I was wavering again. This time, Mom nudged me in the right direction.”
He took a breath and shook his head.
“Just now, I thought you were going to tell me that you’ve decided to go home to your parents. I’m relieved that I was wrong on that count. You can’t imagine how happy I am to see you.” He scooped her up into his arms and nuzzled her neck.
Heat began to build in her lower regions and moisture began to gather. “I’m beginning to get the picture.”
Her breathing began to quicken. She loved how he made her feel like a small feminine woman. He was so strong.
“Right now I’d like to show you just how happy I am to see you.” He kicked the door closed behind him.
“You have no idea how much I want you to do that.” She cupped his cheek in her palm. “Show me today, tomorrow, and every day in our future together, because I want to spend the rest of my life showing you.”
“That is music to my ears.” His lips parted in a devilish grin and he moved toward the bed. He laid her down on it ever so gently.
She smiled up at him and started to unbutton her blouse. Then she unzipped her jeans, after which she lifted her feet, one at a time, for him to remove her shoes.
When her feet were bare he tugged off her pants. She shrugged out of her blouse, and then removed her bra and panties.
She liked that he was watching her with hunger in his eyes and licking his lips as if he were about to enjoy his favorite dessert. “That look in your eyes is making me hot.”
“That’s good because looking at you has my cock pounding inside my jeans.” He cupped his hand over the throbbing bulge.
“Let me see. Strip for me. I want to watch…but don’t take too long about it.”
The hunger she felt must have been showing in her eyes.
“You won’t have to worry about that.” He peeled off his T-shirt in one fluid motion. It fell to the floor in a wrinkled pile. Then he pulled his pants and underwear down as he sat on the bed to remove his boots.
“Do you need some help with those?”
“You stay right where you are, I’ll manage.” The boots hit the floor with a thud. Socks, underwear, and jeans followed a moment later. He stood up.
His lovely curved cock popped up to attention. “I want to look at you.” His eyes roamed her body and his cock twitched in reaction.
“You’re looking pretty good to me, standing there in all your glory. I want to suck on that.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and clasped his hard rod in her hand. She wrapped her lips around it before he could protest. The groan of pleasure that escaped his lips provided her with waves of satisfaction and pleasure.
He didn’t allow her to enjoy them or him for very long.
“That’s enough, you’re killing me.” He groaned.
Shamika looked up at him and spread a sultry little grin across her face. “I think not. There’s plenty of blood pumping through this.” She kissed the tip of his cock.
Harold pressed Shamika into the bed and spread his body next to hers. Leaning into her he kissed her forehead, eyelids, nose, and cheeks. When he found her lips he lingered there until his gentle passion erupted into a hot blaze. His hands roamed and explored her body, caressing and squeezing in turn.
He groaned and pressed his hips into her in a motion that evoked thoughts of penetration and sex. He spent time cherishing her breasts with his lips and tongue working her blood up into a heated frenzy.
Finally his fingers pressed against the lips of her secret spot, making her moan her delight. “You are driving me crazy, Harold. Slip your finger into my pussy and feel how hot and wet I am.”
“It will be my pleasure.”
His fingers circled and played with her clit before they delved down into her steamy depths.
Begging for more, her hips arched up to meet his gentle invasion.
Her throat tightened and released a satisfied yet hungry moan. In the short time they’d been together he had learned her body’s desires better than any man she’d ever known. Her breaths came in short huffs. She was hot and in need.
“Are you ever going to fuck me? I need you so badly I’m about to scream.”
“I just want you to remember what I can do for you, how I can make you feel. Love makes a difference, it makes this special. It makes it more than sex.”
“With you it has always been more than sex. You have been different ever since the first time.”
“Which reminds me, I owe you a spanking. I’m looking forward to giving it to you, but not today. Today I’m going to show you how a good girl gets rewarded for coming home.”
“Shut up and reward me then. I’m going to come as soon as you bury your fucking cock into my cunt. Tasting it was a big tease.”
“You really know how to turn a guy on. It must be your professional expertise.”
“Former professional expertise if you please. You are the only man I have any interest in turning on nowadays. And if I’m not mistaken, you are my fiancé, or have you changed your mind about marrying me?”
“No fucking way. You are mine, Shamika Adams. Mine now, and mine forever more.” He pulled a condom from the drawer of his nightstand. He slid it on while maintaining eye contact. His eyes told her of his love, of his lust and desire. His cock penetrating her most private parts proved his dominance and yet united them in equal pleasure.
This man was hers, she was his. This is the way it was supposed to be. Their love was destined to unite them forever.
She no longer questioned how she ended up on that lonely highway. The Lord worked in mysterious ways. She believed that with all her heart now, she was living that reality. The End Detour road sign was fitting. Her life, Harold’s life, and even her parents’ lives were back on track.
Her family would come for her wedding. In her heart she knew that when Hugo and Nadine found out about the hard times that had fallen upon her family they would offer, no, they would insist that they stay. Hugo and her father have so much in common that she was sure they would become a working team. Farming and the land mattered to both of them.
She was sure getting back to the earth would improve her father’s health.
Nadine and her mother would become good friends. Her mom would insist upon helping around the house.
Nadine and Hugo’s burdens would be lighter.
Shamika would have her family around her. Children of her own were in her future which meant her parents would have grandchildren and Billy would have a niece or nephew or two around. Life was good!
The painting in the museum had said it all. Minerva had said it was called A New Beginning. Her new beginning started when she did as the sign in the painting said and ended the detour her life had taken.
Love filled her heart. Harold filled her body. Their climax made their union complete. Their simultaneous profession of love made them smile. All was right with the world.
THE END
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Loc Glin was born in Keene, New Hampshire. She currently lives in Little Falls, New Jersey with a cat she inherited from her daughters.
She is happily divorced and remains friends with her ex-husband. She is in a long term relationship with the man she considers her soul mate.
If asked her about her life…she freely admits that it is rather dull. Aside from her family and friends her accomplishments are few, but she believes that it is the journey within that counts. She tries to live by two rules. Rule number one – to thyself be true. Rule number two – do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
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