Chapter 36

He trailed kisses around my neck, up my jaw, and I turned to catch his mouth on my own. His hands stroked my hard length, massaged my aching balls, as his tongue licked into me, possessive. Perhaps I wouldn’t get a shot at that ass of his, after all—maybe I could just bend over, take him in, and cry his name to the rafters when I felt him come in me.

It had been years since I had been with a man who wasn’t Rick. Years since I felt new hands exploring my body, a strange tongue tasting mine, a foreign body yearning to fuck me. “Sam,” I moaned between kisses, turning in his embrace. My hands gripped his buttocks, pulled him to me, our erections crushed between us.

From a million miles away, I heard a car approach. Heard the engine cut off, the parking brake pull up, the door open. Bright laughter splashed around us like blood—Rick’s thunderous boom, Sheila’s quick giggle.