Over the next week, Tricia could find no fault with Lance. He treated her like she was his most precious possession, making her feel welcome, and taking care of her every need. As promised, he moved her plants and she grew amused watching him find places for all of them in his cabin and on the front porch. “You know, the night we spent together, I looked for snakes in that jungle you called your apartment.”

“Snakes?” Sitting in the porch swing, she shuddered, then giggled. “The jungle is here now, Tarzan. So, watch your step.”

“I don’t mind being Tarzan, if you’ll be my Jane.” He sat down beside her, looped an arm around her neck and drew her near for a nuzzle.

She didn’t struggle to be released, but she didn’t turn to kiss him. If Tricia wasn’t mistaken, Lance was courting her. “We need to keep this platonic, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He let her go, but he didn’t appear to regret a thing. “While I was waiting for you to get off work today, I ordered a pizza. The delivery guy should be here any minute.”

“Yum!” Tricia rubbed her tummy. “Did you get one with vegetables?”

“Half meat-lover for me and half with everything, just like you like.” Lance informed her as he took her inside and directed Tricia to a chair. “Sit down and I’ll give you a foot rub. We don’t want your ankles to swell.”

She didn’t argue with him. He was being so sweet…and she enjoyed his foot rubs, even when his hands strayed a little higher than her feet. “You don’t have to do this, you know. You’re doing too much, being late for work and taking off early just to accommodate my schedule.”

“I have three months of vacation saved from years past. I explained the situation to Jacob and he told me to take care of you.” He slipped off her shoes and began to massage the arch of her right foot.

Tricia relaxed and gave herself over to his talented hands. “That sounds like Jacob, he’s very big on anything to do with family.”

“He isn’t the only one who can be big on family. I want to be a father to my child, Tricia.” He continued to work the tiredness from her muscles.

“I know and you will,” she spoke softly. “We’ll work out an agreement that’s fair to both of us.”

“Will it be fair to our baby?”

Tricia didn’t want to argue with Lance. He’d been her greatest joy, but also her greatest sorrow. “If we were together just for the baby, that wouldn’t be good for him or her either.”

“It wouldn’t be just for the baby, not on my part.”

Lance let his fingers slip from her foot, to her ankle, working his way up her calf. Tricia wanted to groan with how good it felt. “You’re not playing fair.”

“No, I’m using every advantage I have.” Desire darkened his eyes. “Make love with me, Tricia. Tonight.”

Tricia’s heart hammered against her rib cage. His hands on her body were heaven. She wanted him, there was no question of that, but if she had sex with him now, she was giving him full power to hurt her again. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

She started to get up, attempting to pull her feet from his hands. “Don’t move. I’m not going to get angry because you said no, but I want you to know that I lie awake at night and ache for you. I lay there, straining to hear any noise coming from your room. Just hearing you move about gives me comfort.” He caressed her feet gently. “Once wasn’t enough, Tricia. I need you again and again.”

The doorbell rang, breaking the sensual spell he was weaving around her.

“Pizza’s here.”

“You’re saved by the bell, for now.” Lance bent to kiss the top of her foot. “But be warned, I will keep asking.”

As he answered the door, Tricia went to the kitchen to gather plates, forks, and drinks. Before she returned to the den, she splashed cold water on her face to cool her down.

Lance wasn’t the only one who laid in the bed and ached.

 

* * *

Ting!

“Avery!” Tricia greeted her partner with glee. “Let me hold him!” She rushed to take David from her arms, sitting down quickly with the baby – just in case. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

“Yes, I had to get out of the house. Isaac is driving me crazy. He’s taking this daddy stuff very seriously.” She pulled her hair on top her head to cool her neck, ringlets bobbing every which way. “He’s got us on a regime!”

Tricia laughed while she counted baby toes. “What kind of regime?”

“Well, he has a baby book.”

“Oh, no.” Tricia laughed some more, partially at Avery and some at David for blowing bubbles at her. “He’s one of those?”

“This is a motorcycle, riding cowboy. A leather wearing bad boy. He’s turned all that Dom energy into making sure I eat and sleep. He has David on a schedule and lists everywhere. If he doesn’t calm down, I’m going to take him down in the dungeon and tie him to the spanking bench!”

“I bet he’d love that.”

Avery laughed. “Yea, he probably would.” She exhaled. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Good,” Tricia said slowly. It had been a while since they talked.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Avery said, giving her a pointed look.

Tricia winced. “You already know, don’t you?”

Avery nodded. “Yea, you Moved In With Him!” she said the words in a chastising tone.

“A lot has happened, Avery.”

“No kidding. You’re pregnant and you MOVED IN WITH HIM!” Avery stood to hug her. “Are you okay?”

She accepted the hug. Avery’s joy and kindness struck a chord in Tricia and the tears began to flow. “I’m happy. I’m scared, but I’m happy.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry.” When Tricia began to weep, David joined in to help her.

“Oh, my goodness! I didn’t mean to start something.” Tricia pulled herself together. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Avery grinned, picking up her baby. “Isaac tells me that babies cry for many reasons. Like a barking dog, they can be trying to communicate anything from happiness to hunger.”

“Isaac sounds like he’s on the ball.” Tricia wiped her eyes. “How did you find out I moved it with him? Did Lance tell you?”

Avery shook her head. “No, Isaac did. Nothing goes on at Tebow that doesn’t become public knowledge. Men gossip as bad as women.” She gave David a pacifier and laid him back down in his carrier. “I feel like everything has spun out of control for you. From the epilepsy, to Lance’s reaction to your grandmother, to discovering you’re pregnant. Is there anything I can do to help? I can’t come back to work for a few weeks.”

“No, we’re doing fine. Bryn is doing great and Kristen is here after school. I haven’t had a seizure in several days.” She patted her abdomen. “I’ve been having a little morning sickness, but that’s normal.”

“I’m glad Bryn is working out.”

“She’s great and Kristen had a date with Nathan, did you know about that?”

Avery grinned. “I live in the same house with him part of the time, so yes! They had a blast, he came home on cloud nine. We’re relieved, you know. Ever since he spent that summer in England, he’s been having this on-again/off-again long distance relationship with a girl from London, a member of the royal family! Libby was scared to death that it would continue and he’d move to England someday.”

“Goodness,” Tricia mused. “I’ve had two dates in my life and he’s dated royalty.”

“And our Kristen!”

“Yea, he’d better treat her right.”

“He will.” Avery looked positive. “After all, he’s a McCoy.” As soon as she made the off-hand statement, she read the look on Tricia’s face. “Lance might not be a McCoy, but he’s not a bad guy. He made a mistake.”

“I know. He’s been hurt as deeply by all of this as I have.”

“True, but that still doesn’t give him the right to turn on the one person who loves him more than anything,” Avery grumbled.

“Make up your mind!” Tricia laughed. “Are you defending him or not? You’re making me dizzy.”

“Sorry, I’m not sure.” Avery laughed. “I guess I’m not making any sense. I feel strongly about both sides of my argument.”

“I understand, I’m confused too.” Tricia knew Avery was right about one thing – she did love Lance more than anything. “He hurt me, Avery.”

“I know he did.” Avery pulled her chair closer to Tricia, almost knocking over a display of Hallmark cards. “I’ve tried to put myself in your shoes. Isaac pushed me away once, if you remember.”

“I do remember. He devastated you.”

“He did.” She held up her left hand, flashing her wedding set. “We worked it out.” She squeezed Tricia’s hands. “I’m not saying he’ll never hurt me again, but if he does – I’ll listen to him. I’ll talk to him. I’d give Isaac every benefit of the doubt.” Avery sniffed her nose and grinned. “And then, I would probably kick his ass.”

“I’ve felt like kicking Lance’s ass,” Tricia admitted. “Believe me, if I’d have known about his past with my grandparents, I would’ve been horrified. I haven’t seen my grandmother since learning what they did to his family, but when I do, I’ll tell her how I feel.”

“She’s trying to make amends to you, Tricia.”

“Yes, but she needs to make amends to Lance, also.”

“How is Lance handling the epilepsy?”

Tricia frowned, hunting the right words. She was used to her best friend asking anything. They had very few secrets, and those didn’t usually stay secret very long. “Completely different than I thought he would. I really expected it to bother him. He’s been so loving, even holding me through the seizures that I’ve had in his presence. I know he’s making a special effort because of the baby, but he sincerely seems to want to be with me.”

“Well…” Avery shrugged her shoulders. “I think you should be with him.” Seeing Tricia’s surprise, she smiled. “I really do. You and Lance belong together.” Avery winked at her best friend. “Cady said so.”

Ting!

Lance.

“Speak of the devil,” Avery whispered and Tricia giggled.  

“Ladies.”

He looked a bit uncomfortable, so Tricia decided to have mercy on him. “Come in, Lance.” She glanced at the clock. “What are you doing in town in the middle of the day?”

“Maybe, he’s come to take you to lunch?” Avery interjected with a speculative look.

“Well, yes, that’s exactly why I’m here,” Lance began, before he was interrupted by the wail of a baby.

“I think that’s my cue. There’s somebody else here who’s ready for lunch.” Avery rose to gather her things. “I’ll see you two later.” She kissed them both. “Be good.”

Once they were alone, Lance held his hat in his hand. “Can you break away for a sandwich?”

“I can.” She grabbed her keys. “Turn over the sign to CLOSED.”

“Will do.” Lance offered his arm to Tricia after she’d locked the door to the shop. “Where are we going?”

“Let’s go to the Grillhouse, I want to make better memories there with you. Okay?”

She leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’d like that. Pawnee came to have supper with me a week or so ago. I like her.”

“Good. Everybody could use more friends.” He pointed at a SOLD sign on the shop next to Tricia’s. “Noah bought his mom this space for her import business.”

“I heard about that at Skye’s birthday party. Noah seems so happy to have his mother around.”

“Oh, he is.” Lance glanced down at Tricia. “I should’ve told you this earlier, but with everything going on between us, I just haven’t.”

Seeing that he looked worried, Tricia reacted with concern. “What are you talking about?”

“The paternal grandparents of Skye’s baby are challenging the adoption.”

“Oh, no! What are you doing to stop it?”

“There’s not a whole lot I can do, except support Skye. Zane has made sure that she can keep the baby while the proceedings are ongoing. He’s also sent a special investigator up to Oklahoma to see what he can find out about the people.”

“Poor Skye.” She touched her middle, wanting to protect her own baby. “If there’s anything I can do, you’ll tell me, won’t you?”

He kissed her on top of the head. “Of course, I will.”

They stepped to one side as a man in a golf cart came scooting down the sidewalk. “I don’t think he’s in the right place, do you?”

“No.” Lance laughed. “Would you like a golf cart? It worries me to know you walk around town so much during the day.”

“I just make a few deliveries and I need the exercise. You’ve got to quit worrying about me, Lance. I’m doing good. I haven’t had a seizure in days, the meds are kicking in.”

Lance tucked her hand under his heart. “Good. I know stress has been a trigger in the past. What else triggers an episode? Do you know?”

Tricia didn’t want to talk about this now. “Not really. Sometimes bright flashing lights, like an ambulance can do it. My period has been known to bring them on too.”

“You won’t have to worry about that for a while,” he teased.

“True.” They passed a few shops and Tricia happened to glance it at a window where baby clothes were displayed. “I guess I need to start thinking about a nursery.”

“I talked to Aron about adding a room onto the cabin.”

This surprised Tricia. “You did?” She didn’t know how she felt about that. “I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble.” They hadn’t made any long-term plans and until they did, Tricia didn’t want to get too comfortable.”

“This won’t be any trouble; a crew will come in and handle everything.”

“Can we talk about it later?” She hated to avoid the subject, but she just wasn’t ready.

“Sure.” Lance sounded a little disappointed. When they came to the restaurant, he opened the door to allow her to walk in ahead of him.

Pawnee greeted them with delight. “Welcome!” She gave Tricia a hug. “Glad to see you two together,” she whispered in Tricia’s ear.

She gave Pawnee’s arm a squeeze in answer. “Good to see you, Pawnee. We’ve got to get together again, soon.”

“Let me get you two a table.” As she escorted the pair across the restaurant, she leaned in to whisper to Tricia. “Guess who has a date this weekend?”

Tricia’s eyes bugged. “You!”

“I do. I’m not sure what it means, but Levi asked me out.”

“Wonderful! I hope everything works out for you.”

“For you too.”

Once they were seated, Tricia perused the menu. “I think I’ll take a salad.”

“You need more than a salad, get some protein. How about the salmon?”

She made a face at him, but agreed, “Fine, I’ll take it blackened.”

“Good choice.”

“Did you come into town on business, or just to see me?”

“To see you, you are my most important business.” The smile he gave her made Tricia shiver.

“You know, if you keep that up, I’m going to begin to take you seriously.”

“I hope so.” Lance laid his menu down. “I’m dead serious. I want us to forget any of the bad stuff happened. If we could turn back time, we’d be in this same place and be totally happy and totally in love. You would still be pregnant and we’d be planning our wedding.”

Tricia held up her hand. “Don’t go so fast, Lance. There are some things we need to deal with. First, I want to talk to my grandmother about all of this. I want to tell her how I feel and see if there’s anything I can do to fix it.”

Lance leaned forward. “No. I don’t want you to talk to your grandmother about Shenandoah.”

“Why?” Tricia didn’t understand, he seemed almost panicked about it. “I want to right this wrong if I can.”

“No.” He cut his hand through the air. “I want to start clean. The ranch is ancient history, you’re what’s important to me now.”

“Lance…”

“I’d really rather you didn’t talk to her at all.” Seeing her face, he quickly recanted. “I don’t mean that, she’s your grandmother. Just don’t dredge this topic up with her. I don’t want to taint what we’re building between us now.”

He seemed so sincere, Tricia agreed, “Very well.” She smiled at him. “Let’s talk about something else, shall we?”

“Okay.” They placed their order with the waitress, then he took her hand. “Would you like to go to the movies with me tonight? There’s a thriller playing and I’d love it if you’d go snuggle with me.”

“I’d love to.”

“All right, we’ll catch the early show. I’ll pick you up after work, we’ll grab a bite to eat, then head to the theater.”

Tricia nodded, happier than she’d ever expected to be again.

 

* * *

 “I can’t believe you tossed your popcorn in the air!” Lance laughed as he unlocked the door to the cabin.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting the killer to pop up out of nowhere! With those 3D glasses, I thought he was making a grab for me.”

“I love it.” Lance grabbed her for a kiss. “Popcorn was coming down like rain, it looked like a confetti parade.”

“I had a good time, thank you.” She hugged him back. “I don’t remember the last time I went to the movies.”

“We need to do more things just for fun.” Lance pushed her hair back from her face. “I haven’t done enough of that in my lifetime.”

“I’m having fun with you.” She relaxed against him, enjoying how it felt to be held in his arms. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder began to roll. “I think we’re in for a storm.”

“Looks like it.” A storm was rolling inside of him too. Every night, he went to bed hard and horny. She was becoming more and more receptive to his touch and the nut-knotting kisses they’d been sharing kept him on a slow burn. Tricia was almost his again. He could feel it. It was only a matter of time before their natural chemistry became more than she could resist. His groin pulsed at the memory of the night they’d shared. “Can you sleep during storms?”

“Like a baby,” she quipped, pulling out of his arms. “Thanks for tonight, Lance. I think I’ll go to bed. Tomorrow’s another day.”

“Are you sure? Can I tempt you with a cup of cocoa? We could sit out on the porch and watch it rain.”

“In the porch swing?”

“Sure thing, you go get comfortable and I’ll meet you out there.” Lance hurried to the kitchen with a grin on his face. Every little privilege she gave him felt like a victory. “Do you want marshmallows?”

“Yes, sir!” Her voice reached him from the porch.

To speed things up, he used the microwave and when the chocolate mix was warm, he peppered it with marshmallows and hurried out to join her.

Tricia made room for him in the swing and they drank their cocoa while the storm lit up the nearby woods and pastures with bolts of dancing lightning. “This is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Lance took a moment to answer. “I don’t know, I can’t see anything but you.”

“Lance, you’re so bad,” she chided him, but she did it with a smile.

“I’d love to show you how bad I can be.” He patted her knee. “Put your feet in my lap.”

She slipped off her shoes and turned carefully in the swing, resting her feet on his thighs.

Lance caressed her skin, running his palm up her leg, smoothing the velvet flesh above her knee. He kept his gaze on her and with every flash of lightning, he enjoyed the satisfied look on her face. Lance also enjoyed the sight of her nipples poking through her thin blouse. The little nubs made his mouth water.

“The cocoa’s good, thanks,” she muttered, more to break the sensual spell he was weaving than to be polite.

“Perfect end to a perfect evening.” Unless he could get her in bed. She lifted her head and he could feel her eyes on him. He tucked a satin strand behind her ear, taking advantage of the proximity to run his finger down the side of her cheek and down to the place where her heart beat pulsed beneath his fingertip.

“Yes, one I hate to see end.”

“It doesn’t have to.” He bent near her and nuzzled the soft skin of her neck.

Tricia’s breath caught in her throat and her nipples beaded. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, baby, that’s my mission in life. Tempting you.” He rubbed his hand up her skirt to caress her thigh, savoring the velvet of her skin and battling the need to slip his fingers into the heaven between her legs. He could feel her muscles tense at his touch. “Is it working? Wanting to hold you, kiss you, and love on you has been driving me crazy.”

“It’s working too well, I’m afraid.” With that complimentary pronouncement, she swung her legs down and stood to her feet. “I’ll take your cup, if you’re finished.”

Disappointed, he relinquished the cup and let out a long sigh. “Sleep well, baby.”

“You too.” Tricia didn’t run away, but she stepped quickly. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have been able to resist him another moment.

…A little later, in bed, Tricia rolled and tumbled. As in the fantasy Avery had woven into her book, the storm raged outside while she lay all alone, craving her lover. Knowing he was right down the hall, wanting her just as much, only added to her need.

Sitting up, she pushed a stray lock of hair from her face. She looked out the window, staring out into the dark night, knowing the next flash of lightning could illuminate her path. What was she waiting on? Should she go to him? Every day she was becoming more vulnerable to him and every day she wanted him more.

Throwing aside her doubts, Tricia sprang from her bed and went running down the hall before she could change her mind.

In his room, Lance lay in his lonely bed, watching the play of light and shadows as bolts of power darted from heaven and forced their way deep into the earth. He couldn’t relax, his body was stiff with need. At times like this, he questioned the wisdom of bringing Tricia so close, yet not being able to possess her. He owed her his protection, he owed her his devotion, but what he wanted to give her most was the worship of his body and a place in his heart.

A slight noise in the hall caused him to jerk his head around. When he saw the pale form standing there, he wondered if his eyes were deceiving him. “Tricia?”

“May I come in?”

This was no ghost, this was an angel from heaven. “Oh, hell, yes. I’ve waited so long.”

Her feet moved of their own accord. Whatever the future held, tonight was theirs. This chance at love wouldn’t be denied. “I couldn’t stay away.”

Lance didn’t wait for her to make it all the way across the room, he met her halfway. “Thank God, I have prayed for this moment.”

His thumb traced a gentle path down her cheek, stealing her breath with the tender sensuality of his touch. “I’m not asking for this to mean something, Lance.”

“Bullshit,” Lance growled, as his arm came around her. “This means everything.”

Tricia quivered. He was naked. Powerful. She sank against him as his hands framed her waist, the familiar scent and feel of him overwhelming her senses. “Will you have sex with me?”

“I’ll make love to you,” he whispered into her golden hair, one broad hand cradling her head to his chest. “I’ll make such sweet love to you.” Holding her tighter, he pushed his hips gently against her, allowing Tricia to feel his arousal. He was fully erect, large and thick.

“That’s what I want,” she whispered. As he tugged her gown up and over her head, Tricia felt her limbs grow weak from sweet surrender. 

“I want you so much, I can’t breathe.” His voice was hot on her neck and his heart raced beneath her hands as they rested on his chest.

Her blood began to sing as the heady rush of desire raced through her veins. She stared at his lips, his perfect, male lips. For so long, she’d ached to feel them on her body. “Kiss me, Lance. Kiss me like you mean it.” Her lips parted in anticipation.

“Close your eyes, precious.”

She complied and the whisper of his lips against hers flamed the need within her. Rough velvet, that’s what his mouth felt like as it softly caressed hers. Back and forth, stroking and teasing. In the twilight shadows, with electrical energy crashing just outside the window, she felt like she was caught up in a dream.

“You’re so beautiful, I have to see you,” he muttered, flipping on a bedside lamp. Returning to her lips, he sipped at them, teasing her to respond, while his hands, rough and calloused, were hot and hungry on her naked back. Consumed with need, she massaged his chest, relieved when he bent her over his arm and deepened the kiss.

Twining her arms around his neck, Tricia arched her body against his. She almost fainted with delight when he gave her his tongue, stroking along the seam of her lips, playing with hers as she licked him back.

“Let’s go to bed.” He lifted her in his arms and laid her on the spread, blanketing her with his body. “Am I too heavy?”

“Never.” She accepted his weight, cradling him to her. “Oh, I love this.” She writhed beneath him, tilting her hips up, sighing with satisfaction when he tucked his manhood into the notch between her thighs.

“Feel me?”

He moved on top of her and she gasped as she felt the rasp against her clit. “God, yes, more, please.” Tricia almost swooned as he moved again – and again – creating wonderful heat, tiny sizzling sparks that exploded across her skin. His hard chest teased her breasts, making her nipples hard and achy. “I’ve thought about this all day, every day. I haven’t been able to concentrate on my work. Yesterday, I mixed tulips with carnations.”

“Is that bad?” Lance chuckled as he kissed her neck, easing his way down her body until he was nibbling on her collarbone.

“The worst.” Her whole body was humming. “I kept thinking about how it felt.”

“How what felt?” He was lower now, his mouth nearing the place where she longed for him to be.

“When you kissed my nipples, it felt amazing.”

Lance groaned. He’d been hard, now he was throbbing. “Let me see if I can live up to your expectations.” His hand cupped the firm mound of her breast, plumping it for his mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers played with her nipple, tweaking the hard nubbin.

“Lance, please.” She cradled his head in her hand as he nuzzled one breast, drawing a circle of fire around the nipple with his tongue. “Please.” Her plea earned her his mouth, open wide, taking her whole areola deep, massaging the nipple with the flat of his tongue. She whimpered and gasped, bucking her hips beneath him as he took the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and milking the tender peak. Tricia bowed her back as fire surged from her nipple to her pussy. “Suck me, suck me,” she keened and Lance doubled his efforts, moving back and forth between her breasts. Nursing. Suckling. Tonguing her nipples and scraping them with his teeth. He wasn’t gentle. He devoured her.

Easing to his side, he continued to suck her breast, moving a hand down to her mound. A growl of delight burst from his lips when his finger brushed a little landing strip of fuzz. “You’re so sexy.” Dipping his fingers into her slit, he found her wet and creamy. “God, you feel good.”

“I’d feel better if you were inside me.”

He couldn’t argue with her. Lying on his back, he pulled Tricia on top of him. “Ride me, I want to play with your breasts.”

Unsure of herself, Tricia hesitated. “I’ve never done this before.”

Her admission made him shiver. Of course, she hadn’t done it before, she’d only been with him – just that one time. She belonged to him. “I’ll help. Trust me.”

Trust him. She wanted to. Taking his hand, she straddled his hips. Right in front of her was proof of his desire, as big around as her wrist and longer than her palm. With one finger, she tenderly traced the prominent vein that ran from the root to just under the head. When he jerked at her touch, her sheathe rippled with need, the muscles of her pussy clenching in anticipation. “I’m ready.”

He could tell, there was creamy evidence of her arousal on his thighs. “You’re wet for me.”

Locking her gaze with his, Tricia told him the truth. “Anytime I see you, I’m wet for you. If I hear your name, I’m wet. You’ve been the focus of my dreams and fantasies for years.”

“Move up.”

Tricia was confused. “I thought I was in the right place.”

“Too low. Sit on my face. I want to bury my lips between your legs.”

Gulping back surprise, she gave him her hands and he helped her ease forward until she was holding onto the headboard, a knee on either side of his head. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “I may not survive this.”

“Oh, yes you will. I’m gonna make you scream.” Holding onto her thighs, he pulled her down to his mouth, pressing kisses from the top of her slit to the bottom, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Tricia bucked up, crying out, dropping a hand to tangle in his hair. “You taste so good, baby.” Using his fingers to spread the wet folds, his tongue stroked her, licking and sucking, burying itself repeatedly deep within her channel.

“Lance, oh Lance, I can’t…” She wailed her need as he flicked her clit with his tongue, circling the little bundle of nerves, drawing it between his lips. “Please, oh, please,” she begged as he hummed against her, her need for him only growing. When he took it into his mouth and sucked, she did scream, fireworks exploding behind her eyes.

“Good girl. Good girl,” he crooned to her as he adjusted her position. “Lift up.”

Tricia was trembling, but she held onto his hands, her heart missing a beat when the thick head of his cock pressed against her throbbing opening. She welcomed him, needing Lance to fill the aching, empty place within her. She looked down, mesmerized at his thick, hard cock strained to work its way into her body. “I needed this so much.” 

“Me too.” Lance’s eyes crossed with pleasure as the sensitive head disappeared inside her and the sweet muscles of her pussy caressed him, bathing him in her arousal. “Now ride me, beautiful.” Bracing her hands on his chest, she sank down on him, impaling herself on his hard length. “Perfect, now move like this.”

His hands grasped her hips and showed her the rhythm, helping her move up and down and back and forth until they were both awash with pleasure. Tricia closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feel of him deep in her body – the fullness was intoxicating and when he covered her breasts with his hands and massaged them, she felt her womb clench, demanding satisfaction. Placing herself into his hands, reality slipped away and sent her sailing through a haze of mindless rapture. Rising and falling, she rode his hard cock, loving how it stroked the sensitive tissues, escalating the tension to a level that Tricia didn’t think she could stand. “Help me, Lance.”

Needing to give her whatever she desired, he held her waist and began bucking his hips up, hard and fast. Thrusts designed to push her over the edge. “There, that’s it, baby. Let go.”

His voice surrounded her, warmed her, assured her. She could let go and he’d catch her. She wasn’t alone. The ecstasy of his touch and the thrill of his promise gave Tricia the freedom to yield, to submit to the white hot, all-consuming fire.

Lance held on - filling her, claiming her, giving her all he possessed - until he felt her shatter. And when she came, her body claimed him - clenching and holding - capturing his heart and giving him more pleasure than he knew existed. With a cry of triumph, he wrapped her in his arms and drove deep, burying himself one last time before he let himself fly, coming so hard he thought the pleasure would never end.