Secret Hearts (The Hearts Series Book 2)

by Muffy Wilson

  “Shit! Help yourself, Dan!!”

  “Hey, I don’t mind the view.” He laughed as she flushed crimson.

  She sprinted out of the kitchen, rounded the corner to the staircase and hurried back up to her room. She went to the master ensuite bathroom and turned on the shower, tossed her briefs and robe aside, then stepped in. The warm water felt like molten fingers running over her neglected flesh. Showers are nice, but thinking about Dan in the hot water, shirtless, as he rubbed his soapy hands over her full breasts and flat, taut belly made it an irresistible urgent need. She did not resist the thought of Dan’s soft flirty kisses when they were kids as her shower pouf caressed the thighs and calves of her long sinewy legs. She imagined them locked around Dan’s neck, her hands fisted in his hair as she pulled his head back and forth against her clit. Her breasts responded with excitement and her desire rose to an undeniable passion building in waves.

  Oh, bad me, horny me, fuck me yummy Dan!

  She rubbed the pouf rhythmically between her legs.

  Jesus!

  She scrambled out of the shower, still tingling from her thoughts and quickly toweled off. She grabbed the first pair of panties she found in the drawer… an ‘oh-god-fuck-me’ pink thong.

  Dare I? Oh, fuck yeah!

  Pulling it on, she stood looking at herself in the full length mirror. It wasn’t the first time in two years that she’d taken a good look at herself. But it was the first time in two years that she looked at herself like that.

  “God, I look great,” she said to herself quietly. She knew she was smokin’ it and she was going to look even better come bikini summer. She dug for a matching Victoria Secrets pushup ‘Angel’ bra and slipped it on, leaned over and shook her tits into place. She thought of Dan, tossed the running suit and reached for the short shorts and a tight tank top which would display her sumptuous curves and soft, pale mound of cleavage. Besides, he would be unsuspecting at first when he saw her in her apron, but when she turned towards the stove…POW!! A plotting giggle and a second approving glance in the full length mirror and she headed down to make a breakfast for two.

  Hopefully, it will taste just as good for lunch—only cold!

  She stopped in the pantry and put on her most matronly apron—her mother made it for her when she was sixteen—and tied it in the back. What a surprise he’ll get. Then it struck her like a blast of cold air…

  What if it was platonic for him now? After all, she had turned him down so many times since their only time so long ago…what if she didn’t have it anymore?

  With a furrowed brow, she walked into the kitchen but he had gone back outside so she started the bacon quickly in the iron skillet, put the Italian bread in the toaster and sprayed PAM in the fry pan for the eggs. Then, Angel opened the screen door slightly, she took a deep breath, whispering to herself… Well, I’ll find out now....

  And she called, “How about having some breakfast with me, Dan?”

  Dan surely heard what she said over the noise of the mower because he raised his head. But she thought perhaps he didn’t know what to think. He turned slowly and looked at her standing behind the screen door, wet-head and all.

  “Did you say something about breakfast, Angel? Sure, I could eat. I’ve worked up quite an appetite this morning.” He finished up, hosed down the mower, then himself, and then put it away. “I’ll put the gardening tools away after we eat,” he said and he walked towards the screen door.

  I’ve worked up quite an appetite too.

  She stood and watched him from the kitchen until the bacon started to smoke. She dashed to take it off the heat

  He tapped on the door, cracked it open and said, “Something in here sure smells good.”

  “It’s the bacon,” she said, facing him. “It always makes me hungry. I hope I don’t eat it all before you get some…”

  The bacon was warm and smoky, maple flavored, so the bit of sweet with the hearty, musky smoke was sensuously stirring to her. The odor hung, almost teasingly, like a promise of bounty. And what a bounty it was—waiting.

  Dan walked in, plonked himself down on the nearest chair, John’s chair—she chuckled softly to herself —and began to stare at his beautiful friend. She smiled, dressed in her apron and bare feet, as she turned and continued cooking. Her blonde hair was curling softly as it began to dry and she knew he could see her hungry figure—all of it—from the back of her apron.

  She busied herself, as if she hadn’t noticed his piercing stare, but she knew it was there; she could feel it on her back. She smiled sheepishly to herself.

  This is going to be way too easy.

  When he walked through the kitchen door, she hadn’t been too busy to notice his nicely sculpted ass and thighs in his cut-offs, or the strong chiseled biceps of his arms, still covered with sweat from the morning’s work. Still working with her back to him so he could enjoy the full tantalizing view before breakfast, she paused and asked when she turned.

  “How about a cold towel to wipe you down?”

  “Yeah, sure, that’d be great.”

  “I put one in the freezer for you this morning.”

  “Gee, thanks, Angel. That’s the kind of thing you used to do for me.”

  “I remember…”

  Angel prepared two plates of food and set them on the table as she got condiments. “It’s so nice to see you, Dan. Orange juice ok?”

  “Please.”

  She poured the juice and sat across from him, staring warmly into his eyes. She could see the effect her clothing was having on him. He looked confused, but hungry. She was staggered when he asked her a simple question.

  “Are you back…Is it you Angel?” he asked with hesitation.

  “And who else would it be, her sweet…her evil twin?” she said. She was blatantly and openly flirtatious, with an innocently wicked smile.

  Dan’s belly laugh gave Angel a lot of pleasure. She laughed too. Being evil twins was a fond reference to their teenage relationship. But they weren’t kids anymore.

  They began eating as they sat quietly, like a married couple with a comfortable silence as a third that joined them at the table. If he could have read her mind he would have known how much she wanted him to stick around for more than just toast and eggs. She wondered, almost openly, looking at him full faced, if he wanted to stick around, too.

  She kept thinking of ways to get him to stay without him realizing why, but nothing seemed right. Then, as she stood taking the plates to the sink with her beautiful backside facing him, he asked a simple favor.

  “There’s a golf tourney I wanted to see and the third round has already started. Do you mind if I finish my coffee while I catch the last of it in the family room?”

  She still had her back to him, facing the sink, so it was nice that he could not see the broad smile that came across her face.

  “Why, certainly,” she said, still smiling and facing away. “Go and turn it on. I’ll get the kitchen cleaned up then come in and watch it with you. Want the last of the bacon?”

  Smiling, from ear to ear, he nodded, grabbed the bacon and walked to the den. He’d been there a thousand times with his wife, Bit, John and her. She watched him sit on the sofa and claim ownership of the remote. Flipping through the channels, he found his destination and settled in to enjoy his coffee with the golf match.

  God, but this feels like home.

  Tired from the morning’s work, and full from the hearty meal, he laid his head back upon the soft chenille sofa as he listened to the golf, and he dozed off. Angel looked at him. She never noticed just how amazingly handsome he really was and she was struck by her overwhelming attraction to him. The strange mix of bacon, sweat – English Leather? – and fresh lawn clippings was erotic and fully charging. She felt the familiar hot tingling at the base of her stomach, just above the soft mound where her thighs met. She quivered from the inside out. This was not the Dan she knew as a friend, but a man with strong arms and legs, an inviting warm smile, a generous nat
ure and the first man to ever fuck her in the ass.

  Jesus, he made her hot.

  She removed her apron. Not wanting to disturb him, she tiptoed around the sectional and sat close to him. Before she realized it, the full meal had claimed her too and she slipped down beside him. Almost intimately, she laid her head on his thigh and put her hand around his knee in an affectionate embrace.

  His eyes opened slightly as she laid her head, covered in all those blond curls, on his thigh. But, he didn’t stir, just sat there looking at her.

  “It’s wonderful to be so near my Angel again.”

  “After all these years, Dan…” She couldn’t stop herself from watching his arousal. He was dressed commando—so exciting—as she watched his cock grow and peek out from the ratted hem of his cutoffs. It continued to grow in size and girth as she watched. She had never expected anything like this. After watching her cook in the kitchen, dressed like a teenager, she knew, she hoped she knew, that his heart would beat heavily for her again. Then, to her surprise, her hand slid slowly to meet his growing cock. Her fingers caressed the head, ever so softly. It was electric…it was magic.

  Oh, God…it had been so long.

  Her heart began to beat faster and erratically and she felt a bit lightheaded. She brushed Dan’s cutoffs aside and pulled back his pant leg. His musky—yet sweetly overpowering odor—invited her head to turn and meet him fully. She put her lips to his cock in a long-forgotten kiss. She couldn’t help herself—didn’t want to stop—so she just lay there, gently kissing and licking. Suddenly, he grabbed her golden curls with both hands and held her face so tightly to his dick, she couldn’t breathe. She was so excited she didn’t want to breathe. She wanted to just take his hard cock in her mouth and throat him.

  Clearly, Dan could no longer control himself. He fought against coming. He grimaced so badly he was in obvious pain. But she thought, like her, he had waited for years: he, to taste the honey of her beauty and, she, to swallow his musky love whole. She wasn’t going to blow it now. Angel smiled to herself because she was, finally, blowing it again. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed him—like this.

  Dan reached under her shoulders and lifted her easily away from his cock as he slid off the sofa with her. She fell back onto the carpet and, as she lay, he took hold of the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off in one deft motion. This startled her, almost frightened her for a moment, but as she watched her shorts sliding down, his mouth connected with her belly and she went limp. Involuntarily, her legs spread open to her pleasures and to his desires as she grasped his hair.

  He lavished kisses upon the taut skin of her tummy; all the while she thought of the sweetness waiting below his chin. She could smell the aroma of their lovemaking—of him—their love juices, and could smell the mix of her shampoo and bath gel with his sweat and grass, drawing his mouth and skillful tongue like a magnet to the heart of her love. He slid down and with both hands, his fingers deftly opened her lush loveliness to his hungry gaze. He kissed her clit softly at first, outlining her vulva and labia with the skillfulness of an artist—returning lingeringly to her throbbing clit—the very pearl of her existence.

  “Who ARE you?” Angel screamed, grabbing Dan’s head with her sweating hands and shaking fingers. Then his tongue shifted into high gear, swirling around and pressing hard. She was breathing so fast it burned and all she could do was suck in whimpering screams of delight. He lifted his head from her throbbing pussy to look at her, but she found her hands pushing his head back down for more licking, sucking, and kissing of her pulsating mound. In just seconds, palms flat on the carpet, back arched, pushing him further into her pussy, a loud “Oh my god!” filled the room.

  She stayed arched, shoulders tipped into the carpet, in the throes of an orgasm that she had anticipated for more than two years, until she weakened and fell, totally and incredibly spent.

  Dan was as hard as she could ever remember as he pushed himself up to stand.

  “Come here, Angel,” he ordered, as he took her hand and helped her to her wobbly feet.

  “But, I want you inside of me,” she pleaded and her knees buckled in his embrace as her arms fell limply over his shoulders. “I want you to fill me up and fuck me, Dan.”

  “Anything for my Angel,” and he turned her around, bent her over the arm of the sofa, and without hesitation pushed his slick cock into her wet cunt.

  She couldn’t stand another minute, not another second! A loud moan, followed by another, as he began to move hard—fast—gripping her hips as he pummeled her. The only thing she was thinking as he exploded inside of her was…

  “Oh, God, Dan. Oh, God. Let’s never keep secrets again!”

  ~ The End ~

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Muffy, likened in style to one of the Bronte sisters and Anne Rice, is an award winning bestselling author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion. An American author of the popular Shadow Seduction Series (a paranormal love story), Ribbons of Moonlight Series (a contemporary romance), Memories of Us Series and The Hearts Series, she has penned a dozen other books and anthology collections.

  Muffy was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books and writing. Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.

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