by Eve Langlais
Her body clamored for her to turn in his arms and kiss him. She knew he wouldn’t turn her away. But her practical side, the one that had helped her get through his leaving her, prevailed-barely.
Moving away from his disturbing presence, she took a breath to try and clear her head, even if it did nothing to cool her crotch. “Okay, I think I get it. Let me move downstream a bit and try again.”
Unable to face him ‘til her hormones cooled, she walked away, as if distance would aid in what ailed her. Finding herself a new spot, she flailed and cranked her fishing pole ‘til she managed to cast the lure a few feet from her into the water.
“I did it,” she crowed, looking over at him triumphantly.
“Good job. Now try catching one of these.” He flashed white teeth at her as he held up a plump fish.
Show off. Her competitive side emerging, Hannah watched him unobtrusively and mimed his actions. It wasn’t until he’d caught his third fish around mid-morning that she felt a tug. She reeled her line in a bit, wondering if she’d imagined it, but a stronger pull finally signaled something had taken the bait.
Reeling faster, the rod pulled in her hands as the fish fought her. Strong arms wrapped around hers, helping her hold the pole steady, and Brody’s encouraging words came to her ear.
“That’s it, kitten. Don’t let him win. You’ve caught a strong one. Come on, baby, reel it in.”
Excitement coursed through her as she fought against this evenings dinner, ‘til finally, with a pull up on her pole, her scaled foe exited the water.
She turned her face, her lips a hairsbreadth away from Brody’s, and her eyes met his. “I did it,” she exclaimed.
“Yes, you did,” he murmured before he touched his mouth to hers. Hannah’s lips parted, responding cautiously to his embrace. His tongue licked her lower lip before he captured it and sucked it, a move that had her knees trembling. A jerk on the pole in her hand made her pull away, but she couldn’t find the breath to castigate him for the stolen kiss, not when she wanted to chuck the fishing pole and throw herself in his arms.
As he showed her how to unhook her catch, she watched him and mused. Who am I kidding? I want him-bad. Why am I denying myself this pleasure? Sure, he might leave tomorrow or next week, but really, what do I have left to lose. He could be my only chance for happiness. Or a baby.
The thought of a child, his child, made her chest go tight. If she got pregnant and had a baby, then even if he left, she wouldn’t be alone.
But in order to get a bun in the oven, she’d need to have sex with him. She felt like rolling her eyes-as if sex with him would be a chore. Licking her lips, she wondered how to seduce him. She couldn’t just tell him, “Hey I’ve changed my mind. Let’s fuck like bunnies.” Of course, being a man, he’d probably drop his pants quicker than she could say “fuck.”
Judging by the smoky looks he kept throwing her, and the bulge he kept shifting to conceal in his pants, Hannah figured she wouldn’t have long to wait before he made his next move.
Especially if she goaded him.
* * * * *
Brody put Hannah’s catch with the others in the cooler filled to the brim with water and turned around. Suppressing a groan, he took in the sight of Hannah shrugging off her track pants in the now warm, late morning sun. She wore cut-off jean shorts that showed off way too much thigh and a snug t-shirt that hugged her full breasts, unfettered by a constricting bra.
His mouth went dry, and all the blood and sense in his body went to his cock. Rigid as a steel beam, he turned from her, trying to control the lust that swept through him.
A soft touch on his back had him turning around to find her standing close. “Brody,” she said huskily. “I’m hungry.”
Those innocuous words put him over the edge. Grabbing her in a rough embrace, he slanted his mouth hard over hers, expecting at any moment for her to push him away, but unable to resist her appeal. To his surprise, her hands crept up and curled around his neck and clung to him tightly.
Completely undone by this sign of acquiescence, he groaned against her mouth, a sound he repeated when her mouth opened and her tongue tentatively probed the inner edge of his lip.
He immediately met this timid exploration with his own tongue, twining it around hers and tasting her unique sweetness, a flavor that he’d never forgotten.
She sagged in his arms, an action he remembered that signaled her desire, and he tightened his arms around her, the feel of her lush body against his driving him insane. Needing more, and not trusting himself to be able to hold them both upright, he scooped her up and brought her to the blanket. He laid her down, expecting her protest at any moment, but she held out her arms to him. Needing no further invitation, he covered her body with his own, her thighs spread and welcoming his hard body between them. Even through the material of his jeans, he could feel the heat of her calling to him. He ground his hips against the vee of her thighs, and she pushed back, her hot mouth panting against his.
Her hands slid under his shirt and rubbed against the muscles of his back. She tugged the fabric up and mewled against his mouth. At her signal, he left her lips long enough to pull off his shirt. Before he could cover her again, she’d placed her palms flat against his chest and he heard her murmur. “So strong. Sexy.”
“All yours.” He leaned down to capture her lips again, even as he braced himself on one arm so his other hand could inch her shirt up, his fingers tracing the smooth skin up her rib cage to the fullness of her tit. Cupping that heavy globe, he squeezed, and she gasped against his mouth. His calloused fingers found her nipple. He rolled it, the erect nub becoming even more prominent.
Leaving her full lips, he pulled her t-shirt up and, with her aiding, stripped it from her. He bared her beautiful breasts to his view-and mouth. Swooping down, he caught an erect nipple in his mouth. She arched her back in pleasure. Her reaction drove him wild, her sexy wantonness making him even more frenzied. He sucked her areola and bit it gently. She urged him on by digging her fingers into his hair and offering her chest, her pants and mewls of pleasure making his cock swell so hard, he feared coming in his pants.
“I want you so bad,” he said, pausing in his ministrations, trying to control himself.
“Please, Brody,” she whispered.
Leaning up for a moment, he looked at her. So gorgeous. Her face had flushed becomingly with passion, and she eyed him with heavy lids, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“Are you sure?” he asked, cursing himself for asking, but more afraid she’d regret and hate him if he didn’t stop now before it was too late.
“I need you.”
Three simple words that meant the world. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, his hands caressing her smooth skin. The white expanse of her thighs beckoned him and he laid a kiss on the soft skin.
“Brody.” She arched, her legs spreading wide in welcome. He could see how wet she was for him. Quickly he divested himself of his clothing and, cursing his frantic state, he nestled between her legs.
Later, when I’m less likely to blow, I’ll taste her. His mouth watered at the thought, but his cock twitched impatiently. Arms braced on either side of her, he claimed her lips, even as the head of his cock nudged at her nether lips. Slowly he slid himself in, her tight moistness almost making him instantly come. Her hands clawed at his back, and she thrust her hips up, taking him deeper.
Brody groaned in her mouth. She felt so damn sweet. He tried to move slow, to make sure she came with him but, denied this pleasure for so long, he couldn’t control himself and pumped her faster and faster, the brink quickly approaching.
But she kept up with him, her fingers digging deep, her body spread wide. She screamed when she came, and he felt her pussy convulse around his shaft, the quivering muscles squeezing him tight. Yelling as well, he came inside of her, hot spurts that drained him.
Keeping their bodies joined, Brody managed to roll so she lay on top of him. He
hugged her tight, wishing he could see her face which she’d buried in the hollow of his shoulder.
When he felt her shaking, he feared the worst. “What’s wrong, kitten? Did I hurt you?”
She raised her face, her eyes shining with mirth and her lips twitching with giggles. “You might not find it as funny.”
“Let me be the judge.”
“I was just thinking that you’re way better than my pocket rocket.”
Brody blanked for a second. When he grasped the joke, he laughed too, although he pretended to scowl when he responded. “I should hope so. I’ve got a hell of a lot more power than a pair of AA batteries.”
“Size too.” She grinned, grinding her pelvis against him.
“And stamina,” he said, thrusting back, pleased at her wide-eyed look when she felt him harden inside of her.
Burying himself in the sensual softness that was all Hannah’s, he made love to her again, more slowly. He left her on top, his hands cupping her heavy breasts, his eyes watching her as she tilted her head back and rode him like a cowgirl. Her hips rocked back and forth, the motion pushing him so deep.
He loved watching as she got closer and closer to her pleasure: her eyes closed, her small white teeth gnawing at her lip as she strived to stay in control. But Brody remembered how to make her lose it.
Letting his hand drift down to her curls, he found her clit and rubbed it even as she rode him. With whimpering cries, she ground herself against him, her moist flesh squeezing him tight. Moments before her orgasm hit, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Hannah,” he cried out, his cock jerking inside of her as he came, followed seconds later by her own scream as she found her pleasure.
She collapsed on him boneless, and he stroked the smooth skin of her back as she panted.
I’ll never leave you again, he thought, wishing he could tell her how he felt, but afraid words would ruin this most precious of moments. But he intended to show her as many times as it took.
* * * * *
Hannah ducked her head shyly when Brody handed her the clothing they’d frantically discarded. Her body ached pleasantly, sated for the first time since he’d left. She could see his eyes shining with love whenever she looked at him, and the urge to tell him she still loved him sat on the tip of her tongue. But once she did that, she’d be vulnerable to him again. She’d give him the power to hurt her. A stupid argument, since she knew how she felt, but voicing it aloud somehow seemed more risky.
If she wanted to be aloof when he decided the grass was greener elsewhere then she had to act like all she wanted was sex. Really good, heart-pounding sex.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“About how hungry I am,” she said, suddenly realizing it was the truth.
“Then it’s a good thing I brought a picnic.” Brody whisked some fruit and biscuits along with some jam out of the saddlebags on his bike.
They ate in companionable silence and, when done, Brody tidied up while Hannah lounged dreading going back to the real world, and Beth. Beth who wants a man of her own. She is not going to be happy about Brody and I hooking up. Unless…
“Brody, what happened doesn’t change anything.”
She saw his hands still, and he didn’t turn to face her when he spoke. “I would have thought our making love changed several things.”
“I’ll admit, I enjoyed that and I’m not adverse to the idea of doing it again. But I’m not ready to be a couple just yet. And I definitely know that we can’t let Beth know about what happened, or we’ll have a serious meltdown on our hands.”
“You want to keep it from Beth for now, that’s fine. I have no problem with waiting to tell her. But you need to believe I’m not going anywhere, kitten. So you’d better get over this idea of yours that I’m going to leave.”
Hannah opened her mouth to retort but before she could, he turned to her, his eyes blazing. “Don’t even think of saying anything,” he said. He gripped her hard, pulling her to him, silencing her with a fierce kiss.
When he finally let her up for air, it was to say, “I love you, Hannah. I always have. I might have been stupid once, but I’ve changed. You’ll realize that eventually.”
Hannah stayed quiet as they packed up the bike for the ride back home. His declaration tumbled through her mind, and she found herself seesawing wildly, her heart and common sense in a full out war. Her introspect lasted through dinner. Brody kept shooting her glances which she ignored. Fred regarded her thoughtfully, but Beth chattered, oblivious to the storm brewing. She still hadn’t made up her mind on what to do when later that evening her bedroom door opened and his dark shadow slipped into her room then her bed.
She stopped thinking and allowed herself to just surrender when his hands and mouth set her on fire.
Chapter Seven
The next few days they snuck around like teenagers scared of being caught by Mom and Dad, although in their case it was the fear of being caught by temperamental Beth.
Every night Brody visited Hannah’s bed and, with his mouth swallowing her cries, pleasured her body. Even after several days of him sating her, Hannah still wanted more. Her plan to get pregnant so she’d have something to love when he left faded as he lavished her with attention. She began to believe that perhaps he spoke the truth about staying this time. He certainly seemed content with their simple life. She found herself softening to him and, despite her vow to the contrary, trusting him.
It ended up being a good thing else she might have misconstrued what she came across.
The sound of voices made her creep quietly along the side of the shed-more specifically, Beth and Brody. Hannah didn’t announce her presence, instead opting to listen. She refused to consider it spying, more like information gathering.
“If you’re looking for Hannah, I think she’s up at the house.” Brody’s deep voice sent a longing shiver down her spine.
“You’re the one I wanted to see,” replied Beth coyly. “It’s been so nice having a man around here even if Hannah doesn’t seem to appreciate it. I for one sure do. It must be lonely for a hot guy like you. I’d be more than happy to take care of that loneliness.”
Hannah’s gut twisted-rage at her sister for unknowingly hitting on Brody making her jealous beyond belief. But even in the midst of her anger there was hurt that her sister would hit on the one man, the only man Hannah had ever and still did love.
Maybe we should have told her the truth.
“Listen, Beth, you’re a nice girl but-” Brody’s words seemed to be abruptly cut off.
She couldn’t stop herself. She whipped around the corner of the shed and caught them kissing or, more accurately, Beth trying to kiss Brody. To his credit, Brody was shaking his head and attempting to push her gently away, but Beth kept trying to wrap herself around him.
Hannah gasped. Instantly Brody’s eyes met hers and filled with panic as he finally and firmly pushed Beth away, causing her to stumble.
“Bethany Anne Winters, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hannah's voice was low with shock. She knew who the guilty party here was. It’s my fault for letting Beth think Brody and I weren’t involved.
Beth turned around and brazenly smirked at her. “Just because you don’t want him doesn’t mean I don’t. I have no intention of being an old maid like you. I want a family, and I want to get out of here. Brody can take me.”
“I’m sorry, Beth. You’re a nice girl, but you’re like a little sister to me. I love Hannah still, and I haven’t given up hope that she’ll return that love.”
His words turned Beth back into the young girl she was. “But she hates you,” said Beth petulantly.
“I’m hoping to change her mind about that.”
Beth’s eyes filled with tears, but her words were scathing. “I hate it here. And I hate you!” she screamed, running back to the house.
Brody shrugged and Hannah, biting her lip, followed her sister. They needed to clea
r the air.
She caught up to Beth at the house. “I think we need to talk,” she said to Beth’s rigid back.
“There’s nothing to say.”
“Oh really.” Hannah felt the ire from seeing her sister mauling Brody all over again. “How about we start with your behavior with Brody?”
“That’s none of your damn business,” said her sister, whirling around. “You’ve made it pretty clear you don’t want him. And I meant what I said. I want out of here, and he’s the only person who can do that ‘cause you sure as hell aren’t in any hurry.”
“It’s dangerous out there, Bethie.” Hannah wondered if they’d done the right thing hiding the violence she’d faced from her sister. Perhaps if Beth knew what Hannah had been through she would understand that they just couldn’t leave the safety of their home without preparation.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re scared to leave.”
“Listen, I want you to find someone you can be happy with, but we need to plan this and not go off halfcocked.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” said Beth, rolling her eyes. “Fine. You want to wait, then wait. But in the meantime, if I want to flirt with Brody, I will. Just because you don’t want him, doesn’t mean I do.”
“You can’t have Brody.” The words and their possessive tone slipped out without volition.
Beth opened her mouth to reply, then her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re fucking him, aren’t you?”
“Watch your language, young lady.”
“Stuff it. You’re not my mother. And you didn’t answer me. Are you sleeping with Brody?”
Hannah could see the storm brewing in her sister’s eyes, but she nodded anyway.
“Unfucking believable. No wonder you didn’t want me to hit on him. You’re already banging him. When were you going to tell me? Huh?” Beth raged and Hannah let her, knowing she had a right. “God, I am so fucking stupid.”