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.She cried out.Jesus,and she squeezed too,waves of tightness aroundhis cock.Her breath camehot and fast on his neckuntil she let go and leanedback on her elbows. Harder.Faster, shedemanded and twisted andpushed from the kitchencounter, letting him gohard and deep.He lovedhow deep she made himgo.Balls-deep.He thrusthard, stopping only to pullher leg up onto hisshoulder, kissing along hercalf, licking the side of herknee, tasting the warm saltof her flesh. More, she moaned. I was right.You arebossy. He gasped andpushed into her heat overand over, rough andneedy, until he felt hisbody tighten.She cried outagain coming again andpulling him with her thistime.He fell into anorgasm so startlinglystrong the dark room grewlight and his legs went weak. Wow. She rubbed hercalf against the side of hisneck.He kissed it andgently stroked it from ankleto knee.She had gorgeouslegs. You wanted fast, hereminded her. And powerful. He couldn t argue withthat.He nibbled the tender inside of her knee and felthimself growing hardagain.She heaved a long sighand began to pull her legaway.He stopped her for amoment to give theimpossibly soft skinanother long stroke and apat on the inner thigh.Ames moved languidlyas she pulled herself up.She suddenly went still. The car, she said. What? The car.Jake s car. Tell me what you retalking about. We should go back andlook at the car. Explain how what wejust did made you thinkabout Jake s car.Bettermake it good, or I ll beinsulted. He went for alight tone but felt just ever so slightly serious.Whatthey d done together thatfast, furious fuck or makinglove or whatever it hadbeen he d beencompletely into it and intoher.Nothing else hadexisted. It was the way youpatted me just now.Itreminded me of him. She slid all the way offthe counter and got down on her hands and knees.He felt her fingers brushhis toes, and he squatted. What are you doing? Getting dressed. He sighed and reachedfor the dark pile he knewwas his jeans and heruniform. Here.So the wayI touched you remindedyou of Jake. She laughed. Thatsounds really bad doesn t it? He s never touched melike that.Only his car.Andnow that I m thinking aboutit, there was that look onhis face.Back when hehung out with Elliot in highschool and we playedpoker, he used to get alltight-mouthed, literally.It swhat he did when he hadgood cards or a secret.Hetouched his car the wayyou touched my leg, possessively.Like he wasthinking, you re not takingthis from me. He d felt possessive ofthat leg and wished it andthe rest of her still warmedhim.He pulled on his jeansand zipped carefully. Do we confront him orsearch on the sly? You re asking me? Heruniform muffled her voice. Sure.You obviously liked it when I listened toyou before.I want to getlucky again, so I figure it sa good ploy.Besides, youknow this guy.Will he talkif we force the issue? She twisted as she triedto zip the uniform.Had sheput the bra back on? Herealized they d gone at itso quickly that he hadn thad a chance to touch herbreasts often enough. When this was over, whenthe Espositos had beenvanquished, he had twogoals in life.One involvedmany plans he had for herbody.The other was to getback to his old life aversion of it.With her in it?That seemed unlikely.That ruined the mellowglow of their sex.Because,damn, those goals mostdefinitely didn t align unless Ames was willing to leaveher home and come withhim to New York orwherever he ended up.Or, if he were willing tostay in Arnesdale.He wasactually beginning toappreciate the charms ofsmall-town living and couldimagine himself stayingwith Ames, but he certainlycouldn t imagine a careerhere. There was no point inmulling over future plansright now.He dconcentrate on theproblem at hand, gettingthe Espositos out of thepicture.Nick found his socks,pulled them on anddecided he couldn t leaveAmes until they found Elliotone way or another.Finding her brother would be important to her.He dkeep helping her as longas it took.When had his goalschanged? While theyfucked would be theperfectly reasonable maleanswer, but he knew he dbeen caught by her beforethat.Maybe while he heldher by the side of the road,or when she confronted aguy she thought might be a killer to find out what hadhappened to her brother.Or maybe when shetalked about the goddamngoldfish at the back of herfamily s lost house.Hepictured her swirling ahand through murky water,conjuring up the formerfamily pets, and suddenlyhad a clear vision of herliving in his decrepit house.The walls were freshly painted, curtains hung atthe windows.The roomswere lovingly furnished,warm and welcoming.Andbeautiful orange fish swamin a freshly dug pond outback.In his vision, he was withher in the house, sharing afour-poster bed in themaster bedroom.But thatfuture seemed unlikely.Sadness lanced through him as the glowingHallmark imageevaporated and the dark,complicated truth of realitytook its place. Chapter ElevenGod, she could still feelthe impression of his bodyagainst hers inside hers,but now they were hurryingin a less fun way, rushingto get their clothes back onand leave.She longed fora leisurely night to mapeach other s bodies, totake him up on his offer of tasting her pussy, tomeasure and mold thethickness of his cock withher hands and mouth.Buttime was their enemy.They couldn t sprawl in bedlike lovers do, and for allshe knew, Nick didn t wantthat anyway.Maybe he drather keep this quick andcasual.But then, he d said thatthing about taking her to New York with him andshowing her his city.Wasthat just a line? She simplycouldn t tell.Her gut toldher Nick sincerely liked herand enjoyed spending timewith her, but her gut hadbeen wrong about guysbefore.Quite often, in fact. Too open and trusting, Marty had warned her timeand again. You good? She couldn t see Nick s face inthe dark as he spoke, butshe already knew thequestioning tilt of his lefteyebrow as if she d studiedhis face for years insteadof days. Need anything?Water? A dampwashcloth? I can findsomething. No, I m fine, she saidas she drew herunderwear up over the wetness between her legs. Great, in fact.I reallyneeded that.Thank you. Thank you
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