gift yet."
"Oh, I was going to get them a gift certificate for that new Celtic shop. Your mother eats up her Irish heritage with a spoon. I figured she could find some pretty collectible for the house."
"Perfect,” Kylie sighed. “In fact, I may even go there to get my gift. You're a lifesaver."
"Always glad to help. Now! On to my question...” Terri Sinclair hesitated as Kylie sat in silence.
"What is it, Mrs. Sinclair? You can ask me anything."
"I was wondering—” Terri cleared her throat and Kylie felt a sinister nervousness uncoil low in her belly. It couldn't be. She wouldn't. Impossible. “Well, you see, Wade is in town. He's out of the military now and he came home to see Dana's baby. You know we're grandparents now. It's so wonderful.” The woman rambled on excitedly but the nervousness was evident in her voice. “I'm not asking if Dana can come, of course. The baby's only a week old. She's not up to parties yet and the baby shouldn't be exposed to all those people. Especially now. Cold and flu season, you know. But Wade. Yes, Wade is in town and I know he'd love to see everyone. Your parents are very important people to him. Always treated him like a son. So,” she took an audible breath and then sighed, “would you be able to handle that, dear?"
Kylie opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Words refused to come. Wade? In town? He was here. A shiver skittered up the nape of her neck. Her scalp crawled. A deep open wound blossomed in her stomach. An ache so deep it was if a black hole resided in her midsection. “Of course,” she squeaked before her brain kicked in. “He's welcome to come. I can't wait to see him."
Dead silence. Just breathing. It was as if Terri was as surprised as Kylie herself. Welcome? Can't wait to see him! The bastard had left her. Pledged his undying love. Taught her all about love, sensuality. Helped her find her own sexuality and desire. Then he was gone. Overnight. Poof! Like a bad magic trick.
"Well, thank you, Kylie. I really do appreciate it. I know it can't be easy—"
"It's fine!” Kylie barked. It came out a tad more forcefully than she intended. “I mean, it's been ages, Mrs. Sinclair. I think we've all grown up. Life goes on and all that. I'll be fine. Really."
"Thank you, Kylie.” Terri sighed and then said her goodbyes. As she hung up, Kylie was sure the other woman had known the truth. Had known she was lying through her teeth.
* * * *
His hands were on her. Large, broad hands that anchored her hips solidly to his. His thick cock nestled snugly in the crack of her ass as he pushed against her. The hands wandered, traveled the smooth soft flesh of her belly, traced the outline of her hips. He arched against her and she could feel how eager he was. How very ready he was to dip into the needy moisture between her thighs. Those callused hands cupped her breasts, smoothed over the side-swells. Plucked her nipples into perfect erection.
She sighed out her pleasure, relishing the soft but strong feel of his hands moving over her. His lips brushed the nape of her neck, bringing all the tiny hairs to attention. He kissed along her hairline and stopped to trace the fragile shell of her ear. “I will love you forever, Kylie,” he whispered and she shivered. “I can't wait to get on with life with you. Doing this every night. Marriage. Babies. I will want you till the day I die. Need you till the day I die,” he said on a kiss and then he was in her. Sliding into her with one long thrust. His cock brushed the sweetest spots.
She felt a rush of pure pleasure, pure wanting. They moved together in a perfect dance, his thrusts every bit urgent and aggressive. The pure male need evident in his movements ratcheted her pleasure higher. And when he became frantic, expressing himself with nothing more than grunts and harsh hisses of air, she felt her own pleasure unfurl like brightly colored ribbons in her mind. Her body followed, swimming in a haze of pleasure
"Oh, I was going to get them a gift certificate for that new Celtic shop. Your mother eats up her Irish heritage with a spoon. I figured she could find some pretty collectible for the house."
"Perfect,” Kylie sighed. “In fact, I may even go there to get my gift. You're a lifesaver."
"Always glad to help. Now! On to my question...” Terri Sinclair hesitated as Kylie sat in silence.
"What is it, Mrs. Sinclair? You can ask me anything."
"I was wondering—” Terri cleared her throat and Kylie felt a sinister nervousness uncoil low in her belly. It couldn't be. She wouldn't. Impossible. “Well, you see, Wade is in town. He's out of the military now and he came home to see Dana's baby. You know we're grandparents now. It's so wonderful.” The woman rambled on excitedly but the nervousness was evident in her voice. “I'm not asking if Dana can come, of course. The baby's only a week old. She's not up to parties yet and the baby shouldn't be exposed to all those people. Especially now. Cold and flu season, you know. But Wade. Yes, Wade is in town and I know he'd love to see everyone. Your parents are very important people to him. Always treated him like a son. So,” she took an audible breath and then sighed, “would you be able to handle that, dear?"
Kylie opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Words refused to come. Wade? In town? He was here. A shiver skittered up the nape of her neck. Her scalp crawled. A deep open wound blossomed in her stomach. An ache so deep it was if a black hole resided in her midsection. “Of course,” she squeaked before her brain kicked in. “He's welcome to come. I can't wait to see him."
Dead silence. Just breathing. It was as if Terri was as surprised as Kylie herself. Welcome? Can't wait to see him! The bastard had left her. Pledged his undying love. Taught her all about love, sensuality. Helped her find her own sexuality and desire. Then he was gone. Overnight. Poof! Like a bad magic trick.
"Well, thank you, Kylie. I really do appreciate it. I know it can't be easy—"
"It's fine!” Kylie barked. It came out a tad more forcefully than she intended. “I mean, it's been ages, Mrs. Sinclair. I think we've all grown up. Life goes on and all that. I'll be fine. Really."
"Thank you, Kylie.” Terri sighed and then said her goodbyes. As she hung up, Kylie was sure the other woman had known the truth. Had known she was lying through her teeth.
* * * *
His hands were on her. Large, broad hands that anchored her hips solidly to his. His thick cock nestled snugly in the crack of her ass as he pushed against her. The hands wandered, traveled the smooth soft flesh of her belly, traced the outline of her hips. He arched against her and she could feel how eager he was. How very ready he was to dip into the needy moisture between her thighs. Those callused hands cupped her breasts, smoothed over the side-swells. Plucked her nipples into perfect erection.
She sighed out her pleasure, relishing the soft but strong feel of his hands moving over her. His lips brushed the nape of her neck, bringing all the tiny hairs to attention. He kissed along her hairline and stopped to trace the fragile shell of her ear. “I will love you forever, Kylie,” he whispered and she shivered. “I can't wait to get on with life with you. Doing this every night. Marriage. Babies. I will want you till the day I die. Need you till the day I die,” he said on a kiss and then he was in her. Sliding into her with one long thrust. His cock brushed the sweetest spots.
She felt a rush of pure pleasure, pure wanting. They moved together in a perfect dance, his thrusts every bit urgent and aggressive. The pure male need evident in his movements ratcheted her pleasure higher. And when he became frantic, expressing himself with nothing more than grunts and harsh hisses of air, she felt her own pleasure unfurl like brightly colored ribbons in her mind. Her body followed, swimming in a haze of pleasure
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