Pleasure

by Adrianna Dane

  She might be the mayor, a professional woman, a mother, an icon for the community, and she fulfilled all those roles to the best of her ability. But beneath all that there was more—a woman who needed passion and the companionship of a certain kind of man—one who didn’t try to imprison her into a societal cell because of who she was supposed to be and the position he wanted to maintain in the community. She was more than that.

  Stopping at the corner of Main Street, she looked across at the statue of one of the founding fathers in the park. What was important to her? She had reached her mid-life crisis—so was she now going to try to suffocate shadow Helen and attempt to destroy her forever? It would be like cutting out her soul. It would be a slow, torturous death and she didn’t think she wanted that. She would end up being like that statue in the park, except she would still be breathing—more or less.

  Her gaze encountered the Realtor’s office on the other side of the park and in that split second she made up her mind. With a determined stride, she crossed the street.

  Fallon had taught her something about life and determination and pleasure. Nothing in her life was giving her pleasure right now and she needed to change that. She was desperate to change it. And she was the only one who could do it.

  She stood on the sidewalk, looking at the Realtor’s window. They would all think she had lost her mind with what she was planning to do, but she refused to turn back. She didn’t need to stay here. She had enough money saved, enough in investments, to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She hadn’t done much traveling and maybe now was the time to remedy that omission and see some of the world, gain some new perspective.

  This town was not the beginning and end of everything—Fallon had shown her that. The blinders were ripped off and it was time for her to look around. She stepped up onto the porch and walked inside.

  * * *

  Helen scooped up the mail from the mailbox and walked into the house. Everyone had been shocked when she’d decided not to seek another term as mayor. To be honest, she’d been more than a little nervous about announcing her decision.

  When they found out she was selling her house as well, she saw speculation and concern in their eyes. What in the world was she doing? A year had passed since she’d made that decision. It took nine months to find a buyer for the house, but finally they’d found one. The children had balked against her selling, but she was determined. Her son had graduated and located a very good job on the east coast. Her daughter was just finishing up her last year of college and already had received some nice offers, again on the other side of the country. It was time to move on.

  Tonight would be her last night in this big house. She had located a small apartment on the other side of town which would suit her purposes for the time being. If she did as much traveling as she planned, she wouldn’t be spending much time there anyway.

  As Helen walked into the kitchen, she sifted through the mail—bills, invitations, advertisements. She stopped as her gaze encountered a bright exotic postcard. She turned it over and gasped sharply as she reached for a chair and dropped into it.

  It couldn’t be. After all this time. He must have been able to locate her address through the Fantasy Escorts Agency because she’d never personally provided it to him. But then he was a man of rather amazing talents and determination.

  Did she dare? She set the card on the table and re-read it again and again. In all this time she’d never forgotten him—not a day seemed to pass without some fleeting memory crossing through her mind. It appeared he hadn’t forgotten her either. She read the card again, trying to absorb what he was asking her to do.

  ——

  Retired and living the good life in Mexico. Join me. F.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Helen stepped off the plane into bright, searing sunlight. It had been well over a year since she’d last seen Fallon. Would he have changed much? Would he think Helen had changed?

  Walking into the terminal, she headed over to the rental car desk and gave them her name. Thank goodness the car was outfitted with a GPS system where she could input her destination. On the postcard, Fallon had written an address. Luckily the system came up with the data she needed.

  She was nervous, not knowing what to expect when she arrived. She took a chance on coming, but she couldn’t have turned away from the invitation. Helen knew there would be no second opportunity. It was a gamble she couldn’t resist.

  Driving for more than an hour, she finally reached a small parking area near the ocean and parked her car. According to the directions, the address Fallon provided was not far. She just wanted a little bit of time to get herself together. Tightening her grip on the steering wheel, Helen realized she was trembling. Was it fear or anticipation? Probably both.

  Opening the door, she stepped out of the car. Locking it, she then followed the dirt path down to the ocean. The sea breeze whipped at her skirt and her hair, pulling it free from the updo she wore. Just before she hit the sand, she pulled off her shoes. The fine grains felt good beneath her bare feet.

  She walked down to the water and looked out over the expansive blue vista. Living in Nevada, she’d never had much of a chance to spend time near the ocean. The sound of the waves breaking against the shore was soothing to her nerves, feathering and stroking across her skin, and she felt some of the tension begin to ease away.

  Was she doing the right thing by coming here? All of his arguments against their relationship were good ones. The difference in their ages, their professions, their lives. All of it made for a relationship that could not possibly work. So why had she come?

  She began walking along the shore as gentle foam swirled over her feet. She needed Fallon, needed what he could give her. He drew her from inside her enforced shell of living and showed her there was so much more.

  Her fantasies didn’t involve forever after. She was no longer a young naïve girl expecting a lifetime commitment to make her happy. She’d been there, done that. She wanted to grab for some of the pleasure that here and now could afford her. She didn’t want marriage, she liked her freedom. But she wanted to share some of that freedom as well. And she wanted that person to be Fallon.

  A weight seemed to lift from her shoulders when she came to terms with that. Fallon was a man who lived life and wasn’t afraid to reach out and grab what he wanted without apology. And right now, he seemed to want her. That was good enough.

  Her gaze focused on a form materializing in the distance. As the person drew closer she was able to distinguish it was a man dressed in low slung white pants and an unbuttoned white linen shirt that fluttered in the breeze. His hair was thick and dark, his features deeply tanned, and he wore dark sunglasses.

  Her senses recognized him before she was even aware of focusing her thoughts on him.

  He moved closer and finally stopped in front of her, slowly removing the glasses. His emerald gaze roved over her like a thirsty man discovering a cool glass of water. He smiled and his even white teeth gleamed against dark skin.

  Fallon was all male, alluring and sensual. Everything she remembered; everything she’d been unable to forget. The dark hairs on his abdomen above the low set of his pants tantalized her. She itched to touch him.

  “You came.”

  She gazed into his eyes, couldn’t look away. She knew she’d missed him, but hadn’t realized how ravenous she truly was. “Yes.”

  The wind whipped around them as they stood staring at each other. Then finally he reached out to cup her face and then swooped down to claim her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside. He pulled her against him, molding her to his body, pulling the passion from a well deep inside her.

  He lifted his head and she saw the dilated lust filling his gaze. “I’ve missed you, Helen. More than I thought I would.”

  “I’ve missed you, too.” This time she was the one to reach up to claim his lips and he surrendered to her. For long moments he held her in his arms and she inhaled his familiar scent.
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  There was something different about this—vastly different from when she’d engaged his services as her escort. This was intimacy in full force, equal measure, and she wanted all of him.

  She looked up at him. “I want you, Fallon. This time I want every bit. I want to know every inch of flesh, every thought. I want to know the man, not the paid escort. That’s not what this is about, is it?”

  He shook his head as he stroked her hair. “No. And before we go any further, my name is Lucas. Lucas Compton. From Tipton, Missouri.”

  “Lucas,” she breathed, absorbing the name, the trust he placed into her hands by exposing his true identity. She reached up to touch his lips.

  “I’m assuming you have a place to live down here, Lucas?”

  He grinned. “It’s been a long time since anyone has called me that. It sounds good coming from you.” He leaned closer, his lips against her ear, his fingers clutched in her hair. “When I fuck you, when I’m so deep inside you that you can’t breathe without feeling me there, that’s the name I want to hear you scream out.”

  Helen’s pussy flooded with her juices at his words, at the image they projected into her mind. “Take me home, Lucas. I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

  She saw a devilish twinkle enter his eyes. “We could make love right here—out in the open. Do you remember when I made you come in the hallway of your hotel that first night? You liked it—the thought that someone might come along and see us.”

  “B-but that was different.” Her body was swamped with tingling arousal at his words. It was tempting, but the first time he fucked her, she wanted it somewhere that she could savor every moment.

  He pulled her arm through his and led her along the beach, a soft, sensual chuckle rippling through the air. “Maybe not this time. But don’t expect that I’ll forget what really turns you on.”

  Helen stumbled along beside him, wishing they were alone and private right this minute. Her legs trembled at the thought of finally having him burrowed deep inside her pussy and feeling that special intimacy and closeness that came from making love—not just having sex.

  Finally, he pivoted and drew her toward a pair of stone stairs leading to a large spacious, Spanish design house.

  Her gaze widened in surprise. “This is where you live?”

  He grinned. “I told you I made some good investments over the years. I’m not a poor man—I don’t need your money, Helen. In fact, the last couple of years I really haven’t needed to work as an escort at all. But I liked the challenge and the adventure. It wasn’t until you came along that I decided it was time to move on. It took some work to untangle myself from certain commitments, but I finally did it.”

  Helen laughed as she allowed him to guide her up the steps. “It appears we were both on the same wavelength. I was the mayor, you know—one of the reasons I didn’t argue with you when you said you wouldn’t see me anymore. I was so torn.”

  “I know. I sensed you put a lot on the line by coming to Vegas—I didn’t realize how much.”

  “I chose not to run for another term. And I sold my house. Your postcard arrived just in time. I rented a small apartment and was planning to travel. But something was still missing and I didn’t realize it until I got the postcard. Then it all seemed to fall into place—well, more or less.”

  “Fate obviously took a hand.”

  They reached the top of the stairs and he turned to her. “Welcome to my home, Helen.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  They never made it past the walled patio. He pushed Helen up against the glass sliding door, pressing his body close, melding them together. His hands were at the front of her dress, expertly unbuttoning each small pearly button and then peeling it down her shoulders. Quickly he unsnapped the front opening of her bra and tossed that aside as well.

  In the meantime, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and her hands now worked frantically to push his pants down over his narrow hips. She was shocked when she realized he wore no underwear. Not a speck of clothing stood between her and him except for her flimsy silk panties which were now down to her thighs and about to disappear.

  When they landed at her feet, she kicked them away and pressed her body tightly to his. Oh, God, it was heaven.

  Helen dropped a hand to enclose his hard cock in her hand. Oh, lord, it was so stiff and thick, assuredly longer than any she had encountered before.

  Breaking the heady kiss, she glanced down between their bodies, for the first time seeing him totally naked. He was glorious.

  “Oh, God, Lucas. You’re beautiful.”

  A chuckle erupted from deep in his throat. “You’re the one who is beautiful.” He picked her up and began walking over toward a lounge chair. “Don’t worry, no one can see us here, unless they’re flying above us.”

  She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing tightly to his chest. His cock was pressed snugly between the wet lips of her pussy and as he walked, it slid through her juices, driving her passion higher.

  “I need you now, Lucas. Right now. And I don’t give a damn who’s watching. I’ve waited too long for you.”

  He lay her on the soft cushions of the lounge, untangling her arms and legs and spreading her out. His gaze lasered over her. She reached up for him, but he pushed her back.

  As she watched, he strode back over to his pants and pulled something from the pocket. Before she knew it, he sheathed himself with a condom and was striding back toward her.

  His cock thrust out before him, dancing and bobbing, stiff and ready. He was all muscle, taut and hard, a powerful, young male stallion about to claim her. Her juices trickled down her leg, her vagina pulsed, ready to be taken.

  With fluid grace he straddled the lounger and spread her wide. Her labia lips opened, exposing the pink, moist flesh of her entrance to his perusal. He reached down to caress her mound. His eyes darken even more, dilated and passionate.

  “You kept it shaved.”

  She nodded, her body on fire, wanting him inside her, unable to voice a response.

  “You are so damned pretty. Have you any idea what self-control it took for me not to fuck you?”

  She arched up from the cushions, eager to correct that situation. “What’s stopping you now?”

  His hands glided over her abdomen, along her sensitive, inner thighs, over her knees and down her calves.

  “Lucas, please.”

  Suddenly, he lifted her legs and slung them over his shoulders, bending forward quickly. Her torso lifted from the chair and she gasped as his tongue drove deep inside her vagina.

  “Oh, yes. Yes.” She pushed against his hot mouth, his demanding tongue, forcing him deeper, his breath against her damp skin. He sucked at her stiffened clit, her engorged lips. Licked across her slit, dipped into her, time and time again.

  Her hips undulated, pressed, shifted. Helen lifted her hands to her breasts, pulled at her nipples as she soared higher and higher. And then suddenly she was gone, passing over the edge of delirium, soaring upward, pulsing around his tongue, her whole body opened to him.

  Lucas lowered her legs. Then he was over her, his body pressed to hers, and she felt his cock poised at her entrance, splitting her open as he slowly invaded her for the first time.

  Tears gathered in her eyes and the poignant joy she felt as he pushed inward and her body expanded to accept him—all of him, until finally he was seated completely inside her and she felt his testicles pressed against her. Lifting her legs, she twined them around his hips and he sank deeper—such exquisite, intense pleasure filled her.

  He started to pull back. “No,” she protested. “Don’t move, not an inch.” She thrust her hips upward. “I want to savor this moment. Oh, God, yes. This is right, so right.”

  His hard, steely shaft pressed her open, wider than she had ever been, and Helen shuddered at the overwhelming sensations of being so filled and connected to another.

  And she was connected to him and had been from that first moment
their gazes had clashed in that dining room. The path she traveled had brought her to the right place.

  Lucas unwound her legs from around his hips and folded them up until her thighs lay to either side of her breasts. And then she traveled to the stars as he slowly pulled out and thrust deep, time and time again.

  “Look at me, Helen. Don’t take your eyes off me—I want to see you melt when you come.”

  She wanted to look at him, to savor every sweet moment they had together as he drove her higher and higher. Her climax shattered over her, followed by another, until she sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

  His movements grew faster as he tunneled his slick cock hard and deep. Then he joined her and she felt spasm after spasm rock his body. Her channel expanded and contracted with each deep spurt of his sperm into the protective sheath.

  Lowering her legs, Lucas claimed her mouth as they both floated back to earth. Long hours and numerous condoms later she lay on top of him, his cock buried once again inside the heat of her vagina, spread across his chest, one of his hands tangled in her hair, the other softly kneading her ass. She never wanted it to end.

  “You’ve been saving up,” she murmured against his chest, then took one of his hard, small nipples into her mouth. She heard him hiss and his body tightened beneath her, his hand clasped in her hair.

  “I didn’t sell sex per se, but I wasn’t celibate. And, yes, it has been a long time.”

  She peered up at him. “I don’t wear rose-colored glasses, Lucas. I don’t expect you to be something you’re not.”

  Helen saw worry cloud his expression. “Are you sure about that? Relationships can get very complicated. I want you, Helen, but I can’t be caged. And I don’t expect to cage you. This is good and I like being with you. I don’t put a lot of stock in the ‘L’ word. I feel deeply for you, but I won’t force you to stay.”