by Jan Springer
Oh, God! She needed to lose herself in these sensations! Lose herself inside him.
“Please,” she whispered against his mouth, not knowing what to say or how to say she wanted him to make love to her.
He sensed what she needed and his lips became more demanding, intoxicating. Fire raged through her and it stormed through him, too. She could feel how he tried to restrain it. Could feel his body tight with pent-up passion.
She found herself being pressed backward and whimpered as he lay her down onto the quilt.
Strong masculine fingers curled around the hem of her shirt lifting it up, baring her belly, raising it higher until her modest breasts were exposed to him.
She looked up at him. Saw the lust flushing his face.
A low erotic growl rumbled deep inside his chest as he looked at her nakedness.
“Your breasts are so gorgeous. Your nipples so velvety,” he whispered as a finger lightly circled the areola of her left breast before twisting her nipple sharply, unleashing a coil of raw need deep inside her womb.
She shivered as both his palms smoothed over her mounds, cupping her breasts. His flesh felt hot, his fingers unbelievably gentle as he massaged her buds and twisted them until they were rock-hard.
The craving for him to make love to her roared higher as his head lowered and his luscious mouth sucked a nipple between his warm lips.
She shivered beneath the onslaught of lusty sensations.
Sweet mercy! This felt too heavenly to be true.
Reaching up, she smoothed her hands over his shoulders, her fingers exploring the hardness of his male muscles. Wonderful pleasure sifted through her and she found herself moaning, whimpering, needing to be loved.
She gasped as his mouth found her other nipple and he bit gently to this side of the sweetest pain she’d ever felt in her life.
“I want to lick your breasts,” he growled as he broke the erotic bite and laved his tongue around the sensitized pain.
“I want to bite your nipples. Make love to them.”
Again he bit into her flesh, harder this time but it was sweet just the same.
She wanted to tell him to do it, to make love to her breasts, to make love to her, but the words were somehow trapped inside her throat, paralyzed by the wild lust she saw in his eyes as he gazed down at her.
He un-cupped her breasts and his lips moved lower scorching a trail of fire as he kissed her pale belly until she quivered beneath him.
Long masculine fingers tugged open the clasp of her shorts and the sound of her zipper lowering on her shorts made her heart crash against her ribs. He tugged at her pants and she lifted her hips allowing him to move her pants and underwear lower. He slid them off expertly and his hot hands spread her thighs.
Her pussy convulsed wildly as he whistled lowly.
“You shave.”
She nodded. She’d always shaved her pussy. Always kept it nude and baby-soft for Jack, in the hope he would take her whenever he wanted to, which hadn’t been often enough for her.
After he was gone, she’d just kept doing it out of sheer habit.
“Do you do it for anyone in particular?” His words were tight, and she detected a tinge of jealousy in his eyes.
“No,” she found herself whispering. “No one.”
“For me then,” he groaned.
She nodded.
“How long since you’ve been with a man?”
“More than two years.”
He swore softly.
My God! She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation. Couldn’t believe she was allowing a perfect stranger to touch her like this. To look at her like this.
But it felt so right.
And it felt so beautiful.
He was climbing between her widespread thighs now and her mind screamed at him to stop.
But her body had a different agenda. Her body needed him. Needed him bad.
She could literally feel the hot cream of her anticipation slide down her channel toward him, moistening her, preparing her for him.
The instant his hot breath caressed the inside of her thighs, she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her knees and spreading her thighs wider, tilting her abdomen higher, giving him a perfect view of her quickly moistening pussy.
She loved the way he looked at her, his eyes powerfully bright with feverish lust. His mouth moist as the tip of his pink tongue swiped over his lower lip.
“What do you want me to do, Sara?”
“Taste me,” she found herself whispering, her belly clenching with excitement.
His eyes widened slightly and then his warm hands were intimately cupping her ass cheeks, tilting her hips even higher for him.
His head dipped between her legs.
She cried out as his delicious tongue swiped against her pulsing clitoris, hot and demanding. Mind-numbing strokes, sweet sucks and searing kisses had her bucking against his face in an instant.
Gosh! She felt so hot. So responsive.
So sexually wild!
Sweet mercy, the way his tongue lashed her clit felt fantastic! She groaned at the sensual quivers racing through her.
His hot mouth seared over her swollen pleasure nub and he sucked so hard she saw silver stars and felt her pussy cream soaking her inner thighs. He let go and his teeth nipped gently at her labia until she burned and moaned from carnal pleasure.
A finger slipped inside her tight, wet pussy and she jolted against his mouth. Erotic pleasures racked her mind, her body. A second finger slid into her. Then a third.
The pressure of his large, long fingers stretched her, had her lungs scrambling for breath.
She hissed as he began a tender rub against her swollen clit and his fingers began a slow thrust. In and out of her drenched vagina he plunged.
Slurpy sounds split the air and joined the intertwined sounds of their harsh breaths.
Her body tightened. Her tummy clenched. Her pussy throbbed.
The fiery heat of arousal slammed into her hard and fast, making her clench her teeth together at the powerful impact.
Oh, yes!
Beautiful!
Perfect!
Sexual tension exploded, making her jerk and writhe as the brutal waves crashed over her. She cried out at the heated satisfaction enveloping her. The pulsing orgasm carried her away. The intense pleasure quickly made her forget her past. But it made her remember how good it felt to be with a man.
It made her want more from him.
The pressure against her clit deepened, intensified. His fingers plunged harder. Faster.
Sweet mercy!
More erotic explosions ignited inside her. She gasped as another orgasm zipped through her, enveloped her, pummeled her.
She cried out his name. Grabbed his feathery hair, pushed his face into her hot and wet pussy.
Hips bucking, she pressed hard into him. Grinding her hips until the excruciating pleasure shimmered around her.
Tortured her. Relieved her.
When her orgasm subsided, she lay there on the quilt panting, sexually exhausted, the sticky cream of her arousal brushing against her inner thighs reminding her of what had just happened. Reminding her she’d just let a sexy stranger mouth-fuck her.
She heard him sigh deeply against her shivering pussy and she dropped her hands from his head. He moved away.
Opening her eyes, she found his face glistening with her arousal.
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Doubts peppered his face and she felt a hollow jolt deep inside her womb. Why was he regretting what he’d just done?
He stared at her long and hard before saying, “I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have done that.” His eyes however lied. They were dark. Passionate. “I don’t know what got into me.”
She wanted to tell him it was okay. Wanted to tell him she’d asked him to eat her. But the words remained captive inside her chest while her heart pounded wildly in her ears as she reeled from her intense orgasms.
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bsp; “I need to take a walk,” he said as he grabbed his shoes and abruptly stood up. “I’ll see you back at the house.”
She watched his retreating figure. Watched the long masculine legs carry him away from her.
Warm wind whispered against her naked, wet pussy and her bared breasts. Her body ached for him to come back to her. Craved for him to make love to her.
When he disappeared into the trees, she found herself looking at the family quilt beneath her. Slowly she turned onto her side and ran a finger over the smooth silky white material of her wedding gown.
Memories.
Sweet old memories.
How could she keep them in the past, where they belonged? How could she forget her past and move on?
That was the million-dollar question. And if she had the answer, she’d be a very rich woman.
—
Tom cursed himself for the fifteenth time as he followed the narrow, winding path through the dense forest.
When Sara had broken down into tears, his only thought was to comfort her. But it had led to something else.
Something wild. Uncontrollable. Intense.
He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her. Had wanted to kiss her so badly. To touch her breasts, taste her pussy.
Automatically he licked his lips tasting the sweetness of her arousal still lingering on his lips. He’d never tasted anything so erotic in his life.
His cock hardened painfully against his jeans as he remembered how swollen and pink her clit had looked after he’d finished seducing her pussy.
The powerful need to plunge his cock deep into her vagina was scary. He’d never felt this way before about a woman.
At least not that he remembered.
Which led to the question—was he already married? Did he have a wife waiting for him somewhere? A girlfriend? He hadn’t been wearing a ring. Could he maybe be single?
Oh, come on! Who was he kidding? Single or married there was no way he should pursue Sara in a romantic relationship. He was on the run. A fugitive with no freaking future to speak of.
He needed to put her and any romantic and sexual intentions out of his head. Needed to concentrate on figuring out why the cops were after him.
The path suddenly burst from the cool darkness of the woods into a large sunny clearing making him stop to admire the view. The entire meadow was covered in a lush dusting of tiny pale blue flowers.
Forget-me-not flowers. A symbol of true love.
His gaze lifted toward the far side of the clearing where he spotted a giant knoll surrounded by a white wooden picket fence. His stomach clenched tightly at the sight and he headed toward the knoll.
Hesitantly, he climbed up the rickety rock steps and opened the creaky gate.
His breath caught at what he saw.
A tiny cemetery, the dates on some of the gravestones going back to the late 1800’s. In one corner, set aside from the rest of the markers, he noticed one large ragged pink rock.
Relatively new.
He tasted the bitterness of bile at the back of his throat as he read the names on that rock.
Understanding rammed through him and his stomach clenched. He hadn’t even suspected.
He stared at the names etched forever into the giant, pale pink rock.
Davine Agnes Clarke. Beloved Mother of Jack. Beloved Grandmother.
Jack Richard Clarke. Beloved Husband and Father.
Tears sprang to his eyes as he continued.
Teresa May Clarke. Beloved Daughter and Granddaughter.
Tom Jack Clarke. Beloved Son and Grandson.
All had died on the same day.
Chapter Six
When Sara returned to the inn, her pussy was aching to be filled by Tom’s thick cock and the phone was ringing.
Raw excitement teetered with horrible dread as she lifted the receiver hoping this was the call she’d been waiting for.
“Peppermint Creek Inn. May I help you?”
“Sara? Sara? Is that you?”
The gravely masculine voice on the other end of the line struck such a spear of fear through her, she literally jumped and almost hung up.
“Hello, is anyone there?” the voice echoed.
She could barely hear the man’s voice as her heart pounded wildly in her ears. Her hand tightened automatically around the receiver. She should hang up. Find Tom. Tell him to get out of here.
“It’s me. It’s Justin Jeffries.”
Justin, the local cop.
She took a quick calming breath. She had to relax. Act as if nothing unusual was going on.
“Oh, hi, Justin,” she said brightly, totally amazed to find her voice so steady even though she felt as if her whole world was crashing down around her ears.
“Where have you been?” his words rushed out in breathless excitement. “I’ve been trying to get through for the past few days. What’s going on? Everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine. Couldn’t be better.”
On the porch, she heard Tom’s familiar footsteps. Unconsciously she licked her lips, his fiery hot kiss still fresh on her swollen mouth, her pussy clenched as she remembered the way he’d sucked on her clit.
“You make out okay with the storm the other night?”
“No problems,” she lied.
Her heart picked up speed as she heard the rusty hinges of the kitchen’s screen door creak open. Tom had returned from his walk.
“Glad to hear it,” he replied cheerfully.
“How’d you know I was back, Justin?” She hadn’t told anyone she was back home.
“I-I kind of figured you would be. After all the work you have to do. I can come over later this afternoon. Give you a hand?”
“No! Don’t come over!” she practically screamed into the phone. She quickly rebounded. “I mean everything is under control. I don’t need any help right now. Besides the road is flooded.”
“I could take the hydro road in. I’ve got a four-wheeler. It wouldn’t be much of a problem. I can bring you some supplies. A steak. Wine?”
Oh, God, he was hinting again.
“I’ve got plenty of food to keep me going. Please don’t bother. I really don’t need any help.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” she stated firmly. Maybe a bit too firmly. Except for his steady breathing, there was a silence on the line. She wondered if he’d picked up on her nervousness.
“There’s another reason I’m calling,” he finally said. “Have you seen any strangers around lately?”
Sara’s blood ran cold. She tensed and cast a quick glance over her shoulder.
Tom was leaning against the doorjamb, his muscular arms folded across his wide chest. He tried to appear casual, but Sara could read the uncertainty in his eyes and the tenseness coiling throughout his body. If he only knew who she was talking to, he’d flip.
“A stranger?” she said softly.
Tom’s head snapped to attention and she waved a hand to him, signaling him to come and listen.
“My partner went missing over in the ghost town of Jackfish.”
“Missing? Sam?”
She knew Sam. He was too pushy. A real lady’s man. He hadn’t wasted any time making the moves on her. Over the past two years, both Justin and Sam had become terrible nuisances, both stopping individually or together often and unexpectedly with any excuse to chat or have dinner.
Sara jumped when Tom brushed up against her and she held the phone out a little so they could both listen.
Justin continued. “Some hermit ambushed us while we were checking out the cottages near the ghost town.”
Tom inhaled sharply and she hoped Justin hadn’t heard it.
“The guy came out of nowhere. Caught me off guard, stole my gun and took off. Sam and I went after him. But we became separated in the woods. Haven’t seen him or the other guy since.”
“Are you all right?” Her voice sounded strangled, her confidence shattered.
“Aside from
a bruised ego for letting him get away, I’ll survive.”
Her grip tightened anxiously on the receiver. “What does this stranger look like?”
Tom leaned closer obviously just as eager to know.
“It’s a general description. Long brown hair. Brown beard and mustache. Real scruffy-looking character. Medium build. About six-one. Wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans.”
Black leather jacket. Scruffy. Blue jeans.
The words slammed into her stomach like torpedoes. And by the way Tom stiffened beside her, she knew he was experiencing the same reaction.
“If you see him around, he’s armed and extremely dangerous. I don’t want you to approach him. Just call me. Talk only to me. I’m in charge of this investigation. Are you sure everything is all right?”
“Fine.”
Tom? Extremely dangerous? Was that why he’d shoved a gun in her face? Came into the loft with a knife?
She felt his reassuring hand slip around her waist and instantly relaxed.
No! Tom had been frightened on both occasions. He couldn’t hurt anyone.
“Um… Do you know who he is?”
There was that slight hesitation again. “Who he is?”
“His name? Where he’s from?”
Tom captured her gaze and held her. She read the fear in his eyes, felt the tension in his body.
“No. No name. We don’t know who he is. Maybe I should come over. Check the place out. After all the trouble you’ve been having, it’s not a bad idea.”
“Really, Justin. Please don’t. I’m fine. Besides there’s no one around for miles, and why would a criminal come here of all places? He couldn’t get through because of the road being flooded. If anything happens or I see someone, I can contact you.”
“It’s your call, Sara. Just be careful. Oh! And, Sara, I appreciate you keeping this information under your hat. Not too many people know about Sam being missing. It’ll just cause unnecessary panic.”
She frowned. “I’ll do that. Thanks for calling. Bye for now.”
She hung up.
“Get your things!” Tom hissed angrily as he pushed past Sara.
“What are you doing?” she followed him into the bedroom where he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of the twig chair where she’d placed it to dry days ago.
“I’m leaving and so are you. But we have to go separately,” he said sternly and whirled around to face her. She inhaled a breath to steady her pounding heart at the look of fear shining brightly in his eyes. He was panicking.