“I can’t—”
“Pinch my clit,” she demanded, knowing he was about to climax.
Young Jeb didn’t need to be told twice. She came with a cry and ground her pelvis against his as lightning bolts zipped through her entire body.
But Jeb didn’t come, she realized as the haze of pleasure started to fade. She laughed when she looked down at his strained face. His teeth were clenched, his cheeks were red, and his eyes glittered.
“Oh, Jeb, you are a good boy.” Then she did something she wasn’t sure she could handle because of his size, but really wanted to do because it was something she used to love…
She rose up until his cock fell out of her.
He whimpered like a whipped puppy, which made her laugh again. She reached behind her, grabbed his cock, and went down over him again, taking him into her anus.
“Fucking son of a bitch!” he shouted. His grip on her thighs became painful. The arteries in his neck stood out as he tried to hold himself together.
Patty reached between her legs and teased her clit hard as she breathed through the first sensation of pain. Then it was all pleasure as she lowered herself over him, taking him in, even if it wasn’t far.
His cock pulsed inside her ass. He growled his release, his eyes squeezed tight, and warmth spread through her body. Another orgasm, much smaller than the others, rolled through her, but it was still enough to make her gasp with pleasure.
She collapsed over him, her head on his shoulder, as they both sucked in air. And then she burst out laughing. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.
“Fall out of character there, Jeb?” she asked as her chuckles subsided. “I don’t think you should use that kind of language around a lady.”
He snorted. “You’re no lady.”
She laughed again and rubbed her cheek against his smooth shoulder. “Not tonight, anyway.” She carefully moved until his cock was out of her, drawing another moan from the both of them.
“Is my wife supposed to do that?” he asked, humor lacing his voice.
She leaned up on her elbows, using his chest for support, and grinned. “Only if you find one slutty enough.”
“Maybe one of your girls…”
She shook her head, grinning. “No, sorry. They make me enough money I don’t have to do this for pay anymore. You’ll have to go find yerself some other woman.”
The smile slowly left his face, and that look of raw emotion was there again. “Kiss me again,” he whispered.
She obliged him.
He rolled them to the side and tucked her up against his body with his arms around her. This wasn’t a teasing, playful, teach-the-boy-how-to-do-it kiss. It was deep, and Patty felt it all the way to her soul. This boy—this man—needed no lessons in seduction. He had a mouth made for it.
He slowly ended the kiss and then tucked her head beneath his chin. Holding her tight, he sighed.
Patty yawned and closed her eyes. It was over. Time to go. But she liked it right here in Jeb’s arms a little too much. Just a few more minutes…
* * * * *
Patty woke up when the bed jostled. The faint light of dawn shone through the windows near the door, and she spotted a bare-assed Jeb bent over picking up his clothes.
Mmm, what a fine ass he had. She’d awakened in the middle of the night, needing to use the bathroom, and had been delighted when he’d pointed her in the direction of curtain number two. Behind it was a bathroom with a flush toilet, a shower, and hot running water. She’d taken a quick shower, thinking it was time to leave, but when she’d approached the bed to retrieve her dress off the floor, he’d pulled her back down and ravished her almost as thoroughly as Clancy had. She hadn’t thought to argue.
But now it was morning, and it really was over. She narrowed her eyes so Jeb—she wondered what his real name was—wouldn’t know she was awake and watched him get dressed. Once he was done, he went to the door, opened it, and bent down to pick up something. The morning newspaper? No, she realized when he turned. Her sandals. And a red bandana.
He set them on one of two chairs by the table, then picked her wrinkled dress off the floor, folded it neatly, and set it on top of the shoes. Then he pulled something from his back pocket and set it on top of her dress. He stared at it a moment, then picked it up and went through curtain number one. A few minutes later he returned, set it on her dress once again, and turned toward her.
She snapped her eyes shut. After the silly lovey emotions that had flittered through her last night, she didn’t want to have to say an awkward goodbye.
The bed dipped near her hip, and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Without a word, he turned away and walked out the door, quietly shutting it behind him.
Patty scrambled off the bed and went to the chair to see what he’d left. It was a business card with The Pleasure Club embossed on the front. She turned it over. And in a man’s messy scrawl, he’d written:
You can teach this cowboy to ride anytime.
I won’t forget you.
Jeb.
A slow smile spread across her face, and she pressed the card to her chest. She wouldn’t likely forget him anytime soon, either. They’d made a connection last night, a closeness with another human she hadn’t felt in too long to remember.
It might give her the courage to try dating again. She wanted the comfort of a man, now that she’d proven to herself she didn’t need one. She’d gone three years without one just fine.
With a light heart, she got dressed—minus her panties, which never reappeared—tucked the business card into her pocket next to her keys, and picked up the red bandana. A little memento of her fantasy.
Grinning, she walked out into the cool early morning air. The scent of pine was strong, and she grinned. Yeah, things were going to be good from now on. Real good.
The End
Author Bio
Anna Leigh has been reading and penning romance for as long as she can remember. After she met and married her very own real-life hero, romance took on a whole new meaning. She now knows married life can sizzle and romance can be erotic—even in her own home. Now her writing has taken on a spicier flavor and, while hubby’s off at work, she lets her imagination soar….
Anna loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at [email protected] or visit her website at:
www.annaleighkeaton.com for all her upcoming and previously published works, and meet her alter ego at www.leannekarella.com.
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