Six Months Later

by Sarah Marston

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  BY

  SARAH MARSTON

  Copyright © 2013 Sarah Marston

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is coincidental.

  WARNING: All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older. This book is intended for mature audiences only and contains explicit sex scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive to some readers.

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  The empty blue pet carrier crouched on the seat beside me, its presence a wordless accusation that I had just killed my cat. It didn't mean squat that the vet had assured me I was doing the right thing for Raven - the little gray cat was old and sick and there wasn't enough medicine in the world to make her right again. The bottom line was that my cat was dead and I was the one who'd packed her up in that blue plastic prison and delivered her to her doom.

  Crying only made me feel worse, but I couldn't stop. Hot tears ran down my face and my vision was so blurry I could barely see. My eyes strayed once more to that empty cage, which only made me sob harder. Which is why that by the time I managed to focus on where I was driving again, my SUV was about two seconds from a confrontation with a rhododendron bush.

  "Shit!"

  A split second before impact, I jerked the wheel to the right and steered the car off the grass back on to the skinny dirt driveway. Twenty feet later I pulled up to my house, shoved the gear in park and shut the car off.

  Forcing myself to knock off the bawling wasn't easy, and it took me a good two minutes to get myself under control enough to grab the carrier and exit the vehicle. I was so lost in my misery it took me a bit to register that something was wrong. At first I couldn't figure out what, then it hit me. It was the absence of my dog, barking his fool head off, jumping around and acting like he'd been deserted for days.

  My eyes zeroed in on the large deck that hugged the back of the house. Then I swear my heart stopped.

  Holy shit.

  Cody was on the deck all right, his big brown and white spotted body leaning with obvious bliss into the deck chair while a large male hand stroked his neck. My gaze traveled from that hand upward, taking in a tanned, muscular arm, then an impressive olive green T-shirt clad chest, and finally landed on a black-haired, blue-eyed devil wearing a definite smirk.

  The son of a bitch.

  I did not need this right now. This man had no business sitting on my deck like he owned it and stroking my dog with those long, strong fingers. The hot August sun was beating down and I watched a trickle of sweat carve a path down his neck and disappear beneath his shirt. I remembered those hands stroking me, and my body started generating a heat of its own, most of it concentrated in my crotch. I ignored it, made my way up the deck steps, set the carrier down, then leaned my back on the railing and glared.

  "What the hell are you doing here?"

  "That's no way to greet an old friend, Emily. I thought you'd be happy to see me."

  "You thought wrong."

  Six months.

  That's pretty much exactly how long it had been since I'd seen him. For the first few months I had waited, hoped, and dreamed he'd appear at my door, swearing he'd made a huge mistake and he never should have left me. Then about month four, I had arrived at the conclusion that my dream wasn't happening and he was a insensitive asshole. John Heard was an emotionally challenged bastard who wouldn't know how to give or receive love even with the aid of an instruction manual written so simply a five-year-old could understand it. The only thing he cared about was sex. Lots and lots of hot, sweaty sex.

  A movement off to the side caught my eye. Casey Lee, a fat black cat with an alpha male attitude, launched himself toward John's lap. His landing was a tad ungraceful, so to compensate he dug in the claws to maintain his balance. I could tell this by the look of pain on his target's face. Then the cat crawled up that rock hard chest and rubbed his drool spattered face against that sweaty neck.

  John leapt up and sent Casey Lee flying. The cat landed with a thump, hissed, then stalked off into the yard. Cody woofed and took off after him.

  "Damn it, I hate cats!" Black cat hair clung to his shirt.

  Another huge flaw in his personality that I had foolishly overlooked. "So I remember."

  He recovered quickly. Since he was obviously gracing me with his presence because he wanted something, that was a good move on his part. He headed my way and didn't stop until he was way inside my personal space. I responded by attempting to back up, but since I was leaning against the railing there wasn't any where to go.

  "Why were you crying?" He reached out a hand and buried his fingers in my hair, and that touch brought a whole bunch of unwanted memories rushing in. Back when we were sleeping together, I'd loved it when he did that. I'd loved just about everything about him. He used to say we looked good together - the perfect contrast. His hair black, mine blond. His skin dark, mine fair. His body tall and muscular, mine short and curvy.

  "I wasn't crying."

  "Your eyes are puffy and you have mascara smeared all over your face. Of course you were crying. Tell me why."

  Like hell. The shithead would probably laugh and come out with one of his stupid dead cat jokes. I swatted his hand out of my hair. "Back off, John, and go away. I don't want you here."

  John completely ignored my request and tangled his hand back in my hair, his fingers tightening and tugging until my head tilted upward and I was looking him straight in those gorgeous blue eyes. He smiled a predatory smile, then bent his head and pressed a hot, wet kiss against my neck.

  Oh, god, that felt good. Too good. It took a huge amount of willpower, but I was not going to touch him back. As soon as I did, it would be all over and before I knew it, there I'd be trusting his sorry ass again and begging him to fuck me senseless. Which I knew damn well was exactly where he was going with this.

  One of his hands found its way to my left breast and ever so lightly caressed my nipple through the thin fabric of my cotton sundress. His mouth traced a wet path down my throat, down my chest, licking and nibbling, until it reached that nipple, which despite my best effort was throbbing and hard and wanted his mouth on it so bad that I thought I might die if he didn't hurry up. Finally, his mouth latched on and sucked, gentle then hard, and the sensation was so incredible that my panties were suddenly soaked. I threw my head back and lost myself in the pure pleasure of his suckling mouth as he tugged and nipped my nipple.

  Shit.

  His hot mouth left my tit and the loss was devastating. I wanted it back, now. I whimpered and hoped he'd get the hint, but instead he looked me in the eyes and asked again, "Why were you crying?"

  I wrapped my hands around his neck and attempted to pull his head back down to the level I needed it at, but he wouldn't budge. "Not now, John. Please, suck me some more."

  His fingers closed around my other breast and squeezed it hard. "You can have my mouth back when you answer my question."

  Anything to get him back to the business at hand. "Fine, I'll tell you. My cat died, so go ahead and make fun of me and get it over with."

  Still clutching my boob with one hand, John used the other to stroke my cheek. The tender expression on his face took my breath away. Never, in all the time we'd been together, had he ever looked at me that way. Like what I felt actually meant something to him.

  "I know it so
unds corny and it'll take you some time to believe this, but these months without you made me realize the love you brought into my life and how empty I was without it. Yeah, we've previously established that I'm not fond of cats, but now I get that you are, and that's part of what I love about you. You have a huge heart and you gave me part of it, but I didn't want it. Trust and love scared the hell out of me, so I ran away. But I'm not running now. And in the next hour or so, I aim to convince you to give me another chance."

  Oh, right, like I believed that line of shit coming out of his mouth for a second. Nevertheless, lust was making my thinking fuzzy, but I was coherent enough to know I'd be an idiot to let this opportunity to participate in incredible sex to pass me by. Maybe I'd risk my heart again on him, or maybe I wouldn't, because contrary to what he seemed to believe, he couldn't just swoop back into my life and with a few thrusts of his mighty cock expect me to forgive and forget that easy. But oh yeah, I was going to let him try.

  I grinned at him and ran my hand down his abdomen until I reached his erection and gave it a squeeze. "Bring it on, stud. Show me what you've got that's gonna help me change my mind."

  He didn't waste any time. John's hands grabbed my ass, pulling my hips forward until my pussy was plastered against his rock hard erection. Shamelessly, I rubbed my crotch against his, felt the rough material of his jeans stroking my clit through my thin cotton dress and panties. His mouth captured mine and I moaned as his tongue caressed mine and the kiss got even hotter. I captured his head between my hands and kissed him hard, wanting to devour him with my mouth. When his big rough hand slid under my dress, pushed aside those panties and ran his fingers through my wet folds, I thought I'd die from sheer pleasure.

  I pulled my mouth from his and gasped, "God, that feels good. Put your fingers inside me, please. I need you to fuck me with your hand."

  My cunt was on fire. It had always been this way with him - the minute he touched me my body turned into a raging inferno, desperate for him to fill my every opening with his hands, tongue, cock. I heard my panties rip, felt the silk slide down my legs and pool around my ankles, and used a foot to kick them away and knock off my flip flops. John's mouth sucked on my earlobe, hard and wet, while he pushed two fingers inside me and worked them in deep, then his tongue trailed a wet path to my breast He nipped down on my nipple hard at the same time he moved those magic fingers in and out and all around and I writhed and rode them hard, moving my hips in time in time to him sliding in and out, but I needed more. Shamelessly, I squirmed against his palm, silently begging him to touch my clit with his free fingers. He finally got the hint, rubbing and circling the enflamed nub, over and over in perfect rhythm with his fingers fucking me and his mouth and teeth sucking and biting first one nipple and then another. I don't know how he managed to accomplish all three tasks together but I wasn't complaining. When he whispered against my boobs, "You are so fucking wet and I can't wait to shove my cock inside you," I lost it, spasms rocking my body, my pussy shuddering around his fingers, clenching and unclenching, juices running down my thighs.

  I almost cried when he slid his fingers out, but when he slipped them between his lips and sucked my juices off them, I almost came again just watching him. That was so incredibly hot.

  He grinned at me and said, "I am going to fuck you so hard you come unglued, but first I'm going to eat your beautiful cunt until you scream. And I'm going to do it right here in the open too, so the whole neighborhood can hear you yell and know you are mine."

  It was an empty boast, as it was unlikely anybody would hear no matter how loud I shouted because my house was pretty much out in the middle of nowhere, which he well knew. But the very thought of the absolute naughtiness of fucking in the great outdoors had my pussy pulsing and my blood racing. I grinned back, speechless.

  He had my ass on the table, my skirt up around my waist and my legs spread wide before I knew what hit me. The glass was hot against my butt cheeks and when his wet mouth landed on my pussy and starting devouring me like he was a starving man, I shrieked, "Oh, my god! Whatever you do, don't stop!""

  His warm tongue licked my pussy until I couldn't breathe, my hips bucking, body trembling, grinding my sopping wet pussy into his face. Then his mouth found my swollen clit and sucked it full into his mouth, teasing and nibbling all those tiny nerve endings, harder and faster until a wave of intense pleasure hit me and I came hard. Boneless and gasping, I heard the zipper on his jeans and then felt his hard, familiar dick slam into me, impaling me with one long thrust. I threw back my head, unable to do anything but ride it out, his cock burying itself so deep inside me that his balls slapped my ass with every thrust. Over and over, until finally, with a strangled moan, he slowed and gently slid out of me.

  I whimpered at the loss. "Jesus, John, you can't stop now. I've missed your dick so much and I want more of it, now."

  He pulled my sweat soaked body up and against him and I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing tight. "I'm not done with you yet, baby," he said, wrapping his strong arms around me and putting his wet tongue in my ear. "I'm going to suck you and fuck you all afternoon until you beg me to stop and let you rest."

  Heat sizzled through my already tender cunt at his words and the images they invoked in my mind. "Damn right," I whispered. "Now let's get those pants the rest of the way down so I can eat your magnificent cock properly."

  I slid off the table, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, then ran my fingers through all that rough chest hair. Then I rubbed my cheek against his chest, marveling at the feel of his hard hairy chest against my soft skin. I snaked out my tongue and twirled it around his nipple, then gave it a quick nip before sliding down his body to my knees, tugging his jeans the rest of the way down with me. "Lift your feet," I whispered, then sent the pants flying when he complied. No underwear, I noticed. Nice. "Now lean your ass against the table."

  I was too short to stay on my knees and reach his dick enough to give it the attention it deserved, so I grabbed a chair and settled in, then took a moment to admire his lower half. Hard abs. Dark hair winding a path down to his incredible long, thick cock nestled between strong, hairy thighs, right at eye level. I licked my lips, then tilted my head and looked up at him. His eyes were on me, decent again now that my dress was back in place, except that I didn't have on any underwear now either.

  "Do you want my mouth on you?" I asked, knowing full well he did, and really bad. If he was any harder, he'd explode. But I thought he deserved to suffer a bit considering it had been six long months since he'd fucked me. His fault, not mine.

  He mumbled something I didn't catch. I reached out a ran my finger along the length of his velvety shaft, then flicked my tongue over the slit in the head. I knew he was dying to grab my head and shove his cock down my throat, but that wasn't happening until he said it. "Ummm?" I whispered. "I didn't quite get that."

  He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled, forcing my head back so I looked him in the eyes. Then in a low husky voice he said, "Suck my cock, Emily, please."

  That worked for me. I was dying for a taste. Wanting to prolong his suffering, I snaked my tongue out and licked his hardness from head to base ever so slowly and back up again. But by teasing him I was teasing me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I gave the head an open mouthed kiss, took it in my mouth and sucked hard, then swirled my tongue greedily around it. He tasted salty and sweet and so familiarly John.

  His rough intake of breath told me I had his attention, so I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into my mouth, welcoming his thick length. He was so fucking huge and I wanted every inch in my mouth, down my throat, in my pussy and up my ass, over and over. My clit buzzed with lust and I took a hand and ran it through my wetness, stopping at that throbbing nub and twirling my finger on it hard. I took his dick out of my mouth long enough to whisper, "I'm playing with myself while I'm sucking your cock, John, imagining it's your fingers rubbing my cunt. Does that turn you on?"

  He moaned and
if possible, grew even harder. I smiled and drew him in my mouth again.

  His hands tangled in my hair and held on tight as I worked my lips up and down his hard dick, sucking and licking and tasting every delicious inch of him. Needing more, I reached over and cupped his balls, squeezing gently.

  "Damn, Emily, that feels so good. I've jerked off every night for months, dreaming of your sweet mouth surrounding my dick, remembering the way you fucked me," he murmured. "I love the way you suck me in so deep."

  His words inspired me and I worked harder, pulling it in even deeper, fucking his cock with my mouth and my tongue and loving every damn minute of it. I ran my hands over his thighs, back up to his ass, marveling at the pure maleness of his body. He was so fucking hot and I wanted to devour every bit of him. His hands tightened in my hair and then he was sliding faster, his dick pushing so far down my throat I almost couldn't breathe. I knew he was craving his release and I wanted to give it to him. He was so close.

  He was slowing down. "We need to stop or I won't be able to hold it back."

  I ignored him and kept right on sucking, wrapping my hand around his base and jacking him hard. He gave a strangled groan, his cock jerking in my mouth. I raked my nails down his ass and this time it was him who came unglued, his life giving seed shooting down my throat, and I held him in my mouth until I'd swallowed every delicious drop. Then I slid him out, sat back in my chair and grinned.

  Sweat drenched, he collapsed on his knees in front of me and buried his face in my lap. I put my arms around him and stroked a circle on his back, resting my head on his. It felt so good and I felt more at peace than I had in months. I'd tried to forget him, but in doing so I'd paid a price, losing just a bit of my soul. I had no idea if we could make this work, and I was still very pissed at how he'd left me, but I knew in my heart I wanted him to stay. Not that I planned on admitting this, however, at least not yet. He needed to work for it and I planned on enjoying every bit of his struggle to succeed in his quest to win me back. I don't care what anybody says, revenge is sweet.