Three of a Kind
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Moments later, he slides out of me - groaning. I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t see. Scott scoops me up and lies me down on the back seat of the car before climbing in and collapsing beside me, pulling me close. He gasps for breath as he rest his head on my breasts. “Oh.....my....God....” I shiver as I stroke his back and let them rest on his bare ass. I’m cold now. The hormones are ebbing and the chilling effect of being naked in the rain hits me.
Chapter Fifteen
“Oh...Scott. I’m so cold.”
He chuckles as he brushes my hair off my face. “There are a lot of words I could use to describe you.” He leans up and kisses me. “Cold is most definitely not one of them.” Another kiss. “Hang on a minute - don’t you go anywhere!”
Where would I go? I’m naked and shaking post-coitally from top to toe! I’m not going anywhere! I am not capable of going anywhere! Where’s he gone? I feel the car rock then Scott reappears with a rug - his jeans still bunched around his knees! “Here we go. This should warm you up.” He gets back in and covers us both with the rug. As our bodies warm, I smile as I hear the sound of the rain easing off.
“Sounds like the rain’s stopping. Typical - we could have saved ourselves a soaking.”
“If it wasn’t for the rain, this wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have driven through that puddle because it wouldn’t have been there. I don‘t normally like the rain but after this I might change my mind.” He kisses me then drags his hand down his face before laughing.
“And what the hell are you laughing at?”
He runs his hand through his wet hair. “I’m just hoping I don’t get hard every time I see a puddle!” He shakes his head. “Given the current weather pattern it could get very embarrassing!”
I snigger into his chest. “I’d say sorry if I was - but I’m not.”
He tilts my chin up with a finger. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry about anything.” He strokes my face then kisses my forehead. “These few stolen moments I have with you are pure magic - even if they are also pure filth! I wouldn’t change a single bloody thing.”
My stomach lurches. I hope he’s not getting too emotionally involved. He mustn’t do that. I can’t let that happen - for either of our sakes. “Hey you - time I let you go back to your family.”
He tenses then sits up. “I see.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ve had your fun, your cheap thrill and now you want to go home and have your tea.”
I take a deep breath. “No, Scott - that is not what I meant. Please don‘t think daft thoughts like that. As far as I‘m concerned, I could stay here until you get a second wind and then I can ravish you all over again!” I sit up and kiss his shoulder. “But you need to get home to your wife and kiddies before she starts to get suspicious and wonder where you are. That’s what I meant.”
He sighs and places a hand on my knee. “I’m sorry, Sarah. It’s just....”
“Hey, it’s okay. It know must be difficult for you.”
“It’s just......when I’m with you, I can forget about everything else. For too short a time, I feel like I don’t have a care I the world. This beautiful, sexy, crazy woman wants to have the most fantastic wild animal sex with me - and outside in the fucking rain!” He sighs. “And it makes me feel so fucking good. I feel like a real man when I’m with you - when I’m in you. You make my whole fucking body want to explode when you come hard and I’m buried deep inside you. And I see the wonderful expression on your face when I come too. ”
“You’re on early shift next week, aren’t you?”
He looks at me, frowning in confusion. “Erm - slight change of subject but yes, I am. Why?”
I rest my chin on his shoulder and smile up at him. “I just happen to have Friday afternoon off. I‘ll be all alone, all on my lonesome at home with no-one to keep me warm.”
He smiles, stroking my leg. “Will you now?”
“I will. I don’t think I should be all on my own. Would you care to work a few hours overtime with me and help keep me nice and warm?” I run my tongue over my lips. “I’ll so make it worth your while.”
He drags a single finger slowly up my body to rest under my chin. Lowering his face to mine, he gives me a long, lingering kiss. “Mmmm...a whole two hours. I can think of a lot of disgusting things I can do to you to keep you nice and warm - even though I‘ll probably get a hard-on every time I think those thoughts!”
As he drives me home, he has a big, silly smile on his face. “Two hours.” He grins at me. “A whole two hours. And in the dry.” He fidgets in his seat. “Urgh - horrible wet jeans. Not nice!”
“Stop complaining - I’m in everything wet. And I’ve got almost no buttons left on my blouse!” I put a hand on his leg. “What will you tell her?”
He shrugs. “Car breaking down, I suppose. But that’s my problem - not yours. Okay?”
“Okay.” I tell him the name of the road I live on. As he drops me off, I notice that it isn’t raining anymore.
“So......?” He smiles and laughs. Here we go again.
“So.....?” I want to lean over and kiss him but can’t. “I’ll see you next Friday afternoon then?”
“Oh, hell yes! I’m already looking forward to it.”
“I‘ll be in just after 1.00.”
“And I’ll be in as soon as I can possibly manage - in you that is!”
I wave as he drives away, sighing sadly. He is quite simply one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen and an absolutely fantastic lay. But.....he’s becoming emotionally involved. I suppose that’s the kind of man he is and if he wasn’t, he probably be a bit of a bastard. And he isn’t.
I’ll very reluctantly have to do something about it. I cannot let it happen. Not again. Heartache like that once in a lifetime is bad enough.
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