by Glynn, Anne
Taking her in his arms, he brought both of them onto her queen-sized bed. He swiveled, his balls lightly brushing her chest. Holding her legs apart, he lowered his head, finding her pussy. He licked her clitoris, teasing it lightly, and Leah fought the desire to moan.
She felt his mouth open, taking her inside. The darting tongue slowed, stroking her slowly and softly, stirring her until her clit felt huge.
Leah opened her eyes to see his rigid dick in front of her. Gripping his firm ass, she pulled him down and back into her mouth.
Nobody likes to eat alone. Sucking his cock as he licked her, she felt him grow larger inside her mouth.
You’re going to cum for me, Jon, she decided. I wonder what you’ll taste like.
Almost instantly, the thought was lost as his tongue began to move faster and still faster. Arching her back, Leah dimly felt his dick slip out of her.
Crying out, she came. Seconds later, his tongue returned to toy with her clit again.
“Jon, no.”
He lifted his head from her.
“I didn’t mean it!” Leah said.
Shifting position, he brought his muscular chest over her. His eyes locked with hers as he slowly eased himself between her legs. His dick opened the lips of her cunt and he entered her.
“Ohhh,” Leah said.
He rocked forward slowly. The head of his cock nudged at her sex.
“You’re such a tease,” Leah told him.
“Tell me what you want.” In control, he smiled.
“You know.”
He stopped moving. “Tell me the words.”
“Fuck me.”
Jon’s head dipped down and he kissed her on the mouth. His teeth caught her lower lip, biting her lightly, as he began to pump his hips. Her entire body felt consumed by his body, his dick, his skill as a lover until….
Leah came again. A second, soaring wave of pleasure came over her and she screamed his name.
Shuddering, Jon climaxed at the same time. He dropped beside her, his eyes open. Watching her, he leaned forward and kissed.
Her passion released, Leah tasted her own sex and it’s faint, arousing musk.
Jon said, “More, please.”
Chapter Twelve
Son of a Preacher Man sang from her cell phone, waking her. Leah caught a glimpse of her bedside alarm clock as she answered the call.
It was 7:07 AM.
Beside her, Jon slept heavily. They’d made love throughout the night, only stopping as the sun started to rise. Despite her lack of sleep, Leah felt invigorated.
Sitting at the side of her bed, she read the light from her cell phone screen. There was a number she didn’t recognize. It was followed by the words, Unknown caller.
“Hello?”
“Leah?” a male voice asked. “It’s Ronald Dahlgren.”
“Colonel.”
Sliding out of the bed sheets, she negotiated her way through her closet. Unable to find her nightgown, she shrugged a casual dress over her body.
“I know it’s early,” he said. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Not a problem.”
“I’ve taken a leave of absence,” he told her. “I’m in my summer cabin, miles from the test site. Far from prying eyes. I didn’t dare risk anyone hearing what I need to say to you.”
Leah felt mystified.
“This line is secure. But I need to know if I can count on your discretion.”
“I guess. I mean, sure.”
Colonel Dahlgren exhaled mightily, as if he’d been frightened she’d refuse. “When I was introduced to you, I found you pleasantly attractive. Appropriate for your age, and a suitable subject for our mission. That’s what I cared about. I wasn’t particularly drawn to you.”
“High praise, indeed.”
“I feel I must be honest here,” he offered in apology. “Had I grown to know you better, perhaps things would have been different.”
“I understand.”
“Everything changed once you returned from the Visitors. You appeared without your clothing, of course, so I assumed this new attraction I felt had much to do with your state of undress.” He cleared his throat. “I’d not been with a woman for a while.”
Leah remembered his intense interest in her. Strangely enough, despite her earlier desire for the military officer, her own feelings of lust had vanished.
“My job is my life,” he said, “but I became consumed with thoughts of you. Your body. Of being with you, fornicating with you.”
I was willing, Leah thought. Then. She looked at the sleeping Jon. Not now.
“My physical need was the greatest it had ever been but I made an effort to hide it,” he told her. “Then I realized Clarissa was observing my behavior. Aware, I suspect, of my growing lust.”
“You were embarrassed.”
“If only that was all. Our entire program is USAP, an Unacknowledged Special Access Program. It’s deep top secret. I could have been court-martialed if I acted inappropriately, especially with an employee.”
“You think Clarissa would have told on you?”
“No, I don’t.”
Jon shifted on the bed, his eyes still closed. His chest rose and fell evenly. Buttoning her dress, Leah walked into the living room.
“She’d have kept my secret, saving the knowledge for when it served her needs,” Dahlgren said. “She’d have used me to further her own ambitions. I could never have allowed that.”
“I understand.”
“I contacted our friends at the base. The Visitors. I asked if they’d done something to you, possibly to me, to create the feelings I was having.”
Leah held her breath.
“If I understood them correctly then, yes, they had. For whatever reason, the Visitors wanted you to couple with a man.”
She remembered telling them, Since that might take some time, I’d love to get laid.
“I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but when you returned to Area 72, you were different than before. Changed. Because of your interaction with the extraterrestrials, the first man who saw you would desire you. Need you more than any other woman on earth. For him, you would be irresistible.”
She considered what he’d said. “There were two men at the site when I awoke.”
“I was closest to you but Jon Wexler was present, too. I could see you were attracted to him so, jealously, I sent him out of the facility.”
Feeling lightheaded, Leah sat on the middle cushion of the front room sofa. “Did the Visitors say how long the symptoms last?”
“It ends with release. Once we’ve coupled, I’m free.”
Coupled?
“Even if I could persuade you to come to my bed, I wouldn’t allow myself such an indulgence,” he said.
“Because someone might learn about it.”
“Correct,” Dahlgren said.
“What will you do the next time we meet?”
“We won’t. Dr. Berry and Dr. Aparicio agree that you’ve already given us all of the information you can provide. The Visitors aren’t asking to see you again.”
“Ronald?”
“When I telephoned Clarissa a few minutes ago, telling her that you weren’t to return to Area 72, she responded with an uncharacteristic profanity. She was adamant that you return to the facility.”
Dismayed, Leah asked, “More testing?”
“You’ve done everything we wanted. There are no new tests to run.”
“What are you telling me?”
“Whether your supervisor likes it or not, you’ve fulfilled your contract. I’m calling to say, you’re officially retired.”
“And what of Clarissa?”
“The GJSA has a pair of outposts in Michigan. In a few months, Ms. Dayne will discover she’s the new supervisor at our Kelly’s Ridge location.”
The call disconnected.
Seconds later, there was a knock at the door.
# # #
Neal Terenzio smiled when she opened the
door. “You’re home.”
“This isn’t a good time, Neal,” Leah said. Following Dahlgren’s call, a thousand questions filled her mind.
“You have a guest inside, I know. I saw him arrive last night. His vehicle is still in the outside lot.”
“So?” It was a brusque response. She felt badly about snapping at him but Neal had to leave.
I need to be left alone, she thought. I have to try to make sense of this.
“Can I have a few minutes of your time?” the gardener asked her. “Fifteen minutes and, if you still want me to go, I will.”
Then a new and bitter thought hit her: Did Jon come to my bed because he wanted me?
Or was he there only because he had no other biological choice?
Neal remained in the doorway. His jaw was set stubbornly, suggesting he wouldn’t be denied. If she wanted to be rid of him quickly, she’d have to agree to his request.
“Fifteen minutes.” She closed her apartment door, realizing belatedly that she’d never put on her undergarments.
If the wind kicks up, she thought, I guess Neal will get to see some of what he’s been missing.
She followed him along the stone walkway that wound through the middle of the complex. A wooden fence, its gate marked PRIVATE, divided the manicured apartment buildings from an area of thick trees and wild brambles.
Releasing the gate’s catch, Neal gestured for her to go inside. “There’s something I’d like you to see. I promise, I won’t bite.”
The trees parted ahead of her, revealing a tiny building made of brick and wood. Its rustic rooftop, brown and covered with needles, nearly disappeared into the scenery around her. The structure’s curved doorway complimented the curl of its twin front windows.
It’s a Hobbit house, Leah thought, charmed. Brandon would love it. “Is this your private retreat?’
“A hideaway? No. I live here.”
Without thinking, she blurted, “You and your wife?”
“You know about my wife?”
“Ashley. Rita told me.”
Neal nodded. “Rita attended the funeral. So many tears for a Valentine’s Day.”
He reached for her hand and held it. Leah felt her fingers folded into his warm palm and suddenly realized what must have happened.
Hard-of-hearing, Rita hadn’t understood what Leah was asking when she approached her. When she’d said, “Married”, the old woman must have thought she’d said, “Buried”.
No wonder she’s been avoiding me, Leah reflected. Rita must have thought the new neighbor was particularly ghoulish, asking when the landscaper’s wife had been placed in her coffin.
“Even after I lost Ashley, I continued to wear my wedding ring,” Neal said. “It was a way to remember her. Then I found you. Almost on sight, I knew you were special. I finally felt free to remove the band from my finger.”
His ring finger was now as brown as its brothers. If Leah had met him for the first time today, she’d never have been suspicious of his motives.
“I’m hardly special.”
“You don’t think so?” Neal asked. “The first week you’re at the Skyline, you don’t know a single person but you’re nearby when I mention that old Angie Thompson is sick. The next evening, I saw you bring soup and biscuits to her door.”
“Anyone might –”
“When Frankie Zeiter was in a panic over his taxes, convinced he was going to jail because he subtracted when he should have divided, you made a few phone calls on his behalf. He told me, you got everything resolved.”
“He could have done it himself, if he knew the numbers to call. That was Middle Management 101.”
“It was a kindness. It was the type of thing my Ashley used to do.” He took her hand in his own. “Last night, when I realized you were with another man, I knew I had to act. I dared not wait any longer.”
Neal led her into the house. The building’s interior was nearly as magical as its outside face. Sunlight streamed through circular windows onto a roomful of plants. The furniture, handcrafted in burnished wood, filled the space in front of them comfortably.
Neal continued, “This is my home. Someday soon, I’d like us to share this place together.”
Leah told him, “You barely know me.”
“I feel I know your heart.”
Jon knows a lot more than my heart, she thought.
But was Jon truly interested in her? If the story she’d just heard was the truth, the Visitors had taken some extraordinary steps to make one of her wishes come true.
Jon was almost – forced – to be with me. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, and now…
See you never.
“I should have stopped after I’d asked for peace on earth,” Leah said.
Neal cocked his head quizzically. Lifting her hand to his mouth, he kissed it.
The landscaper wasn’t as young or handsome as the FBI agent but he had some worthwhile qualities. He loved his work, he was loyal, and he was romantic. Moving into the middle years of his life, he remained vital and attractive.
If all he’d wanted was a sexual playmate, there were dozens of willing candidates at the Skyline Apartments. She’d watched him ignore the flirtatious efforts of any of the tenants who approached him.
He wasn’t interested in a brief affair. He was seeking something really special, a lifelong commitment.
Neal might not be the love of my life, she admitted to herself, but he acts as if I might be his. He’ll be with me because he wants to be. It’s the choice he’s making, not a choice that’s been made for him.
That’s more than I can say about Jon.
If Neal’s pressing a little too hard for now, that’s okay, too. I’ll tell him he has to take it slow and we’ll both see where it goes from here.
“Everything outside, I care for,” Neal said. “Inside, Ashley was responsible for things. It’s a small place. Less to clean.”
He sounded like a salesman, trying to pitch the house’s advantages. Leah said, “It’s perfect.”
“I’d welcome your company here,” he said, “while we’re courting. If you don’t find it too bold a suggestion.”
“A little, maybe. We can discuss it.”
“The room to your left is my bedroom.”
“And the one across from it?”
“That would be your bedroom. Would you like to see it?”
The curved, hand-carved doors had been left open. Leah saw that each room was a twin of the other. They were lightly furnished, with a small single bed placed in the center of the hardwood floor.
“My bedroom?” she asked. “You mean, during our courtship?”
“No, no.” Neal’s lips brushed her fingers. “Over time, Ashley and I realized the physical aspect of a relationship was the least important part of it. These days, I don’t have an interest in that kind of thing.”
“You…don’t?”
He regarded her warmly. “It’s not a traditional relationship but it might be better in some ways. More spiritual.”
Leah stared at him. She didn’t have any objection to other people sharing a sexless relationship. Indeed, she believed that marriages could, and did, flourish under such conditions.
She’d just never expected to be in such an arrangement herself.
“There you are.” Wiping his feet across the front mat, Jon entered through the open doorway. Freshly shaved, he was dressed in his suit. The lines fell cleanly, unwrinkled despite spending the night on an apartment floor.
David Boreanaz wishes he looked so good, Leah thought.
Jon said, “I wondered where you’d gone.”
Leah pulled her fingers from the gardener’s grip. “How did you find me?”
“Good thing I work for the FBI.” Jon adjusted the knot on his tie. “Also, it appears there’s an elderly spy in this complex. She uses her binoculars to watch the world around her.”
“Rita.”
“She’s not really a fan of yours,” Jon revealed.
; Neal said, “You’re the man who spent the night. Leah’s friend.”
“More than a friend, I hope.” He pulled her to his body. Leah melted into his kiss, feeling a flush of passion rush through her.
Jon asked, “See you after work?”
“Leah has other plans.” Neal’s frown deepened the wrinkles around his mouth. “She’s ready for a steady, regular life. A life with me. She doesn’t want what you have to offer.”
Jon curled his arm around her waist. “I hope you’re mistaken.”
Leah remembered her conversation with the Colonel, only a short time earlier: Did the Visitors say how long the symptoms last?
It ends with release.
Last night, Jon had attained release, over and over. So had she. Yet he was still here, clearly interested in being with her.
She remembered the first time he’d touched her and the electric shock that had passed between them. That spark had happened well before she’d ever heard of Area 72.
She rested her head against her new boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Neal, I’m sorry,” she said, “I think I do want something more.”
“You might try Rita Talsman,” Jon said. “She told me she’s single.”
With that, he swept Leah into his arms and carried her off to her apartment.
Chapter Thirteen
Totally naked and covered in sweat, Leah looked up at the bedroom ceiling fan. Cloaked in artificial darkness, it sent a soft breeze over her body.
Beside her, Jon was soundly asleep on his stomach. When she listened closely, she could hear him breathing. It comforted her.
I’ll bet you’re exhausted, she thought. We had sex all night long, then twice more when we returned to the apartment. I quit counting orgasms, three orgasms ago.
She hadn’t, though: Seven full-blown, legs’-trembling, head-swimming ohs. Not counting this last, only semi-there pleasure ride. Leah had felt too tired to make a final push toward Nirvana once again.
Not that she’d let Jon know. Their relationship was still too new for her to be quite so honest.
While the FBI agent had almost immediately fallen asleep, Leah was somehow still awake. She let her hand run over the curve of his muscular, perfect ass.
