Diggin' Up Bones

The water washed away her frustrations and beat at her tight muscles. She leaned back against the cool tiles and closed her eyes, allowing her hands free reign. Of their own volition, they cupped her breasts, holding the slight weight in their palms as her fingers rolled her tight nipples. She lost herself in fantasy. Zach was under the spray with her, his rough, work calloused hands holding her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as his lips pressed soft kisses along her throat.

Gliding a hand down her stomach, she paused at her belly button, tracing over the sensitive little valley, then continued. Slipping a finger past her pouting lips and dipping it into her moist core, she stroked the sensitive skin. She had been wet ever since she'd watched Zach walk across her lawn earlier, the rising sun hitting his hair just enough to bring out the deep chestnut with its natural highlights. Long-legged, his strides had eaten up the earth as he moved with purpose.  He mingled with the crew, often gesturing with his hands to make his point. A fluid grace filled his movements and her body remembered well being the recipient of his caresses.

Thrusting her finger deep, she rubbed her thumb over her clit, desperately trying to take the edge off her frustrations.

Zach's presence just outside her house had her emotions in turmoil, and it was only getting worse. She had almost leaned forward and kissed him at the door, she wanted his touch so badly. Just watching each of his words form on his lips had aroused her. Topped with his voice as he spoke, it had taken all her will power to turn away from him. It didn't help that despite not knowing why she'd pushed him away, he still wanted her. She saw it in his blue eyes every time he looked at her. It seemed time hadn't lessened what they felt for each other, as she had hoped. The rate it was going, a decade could go by and she would still melt into a puddle when he walked into the room.

Alternating her hand from one breast to the other, she teased and pinched her nipples while she manipulated her clit and pussy with the other. Her legs grew weak as her inner muscles tightened, trying to milk a cock that wasn't there.

Locking her legs tight, she arched her back against the shower wall as tremors raced through her. Mouth open, she gasped for air. Her insides were on fire, and in her mind's eye it was Zach's fingers driving her wild, his fingers slowly thrusting in and out of her pussy while his mouth plundered hers.

With a soft cry, a shudder wracking her body, she climaxed. Her essence leaked down her hand to wash away in the torrents of water racing down her body from the showerhead. Gasping softly, she dropped to her knees, her legs too weak to hold her. Tipping her head into the spray, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and let the water wash away her tears, as they streamed from her eyes.

The emptiness of not having Zack's arms to hold her as she cried returned, along with the horrible, terrifying memory of another man holding her down, violating her.  

A Change of Pace

     “License and registration, please.”

     At the deep voice, Nicole felt an unexpected shiver.  Her nerve endings stood up and took notice.  There was something achingly familiar about that voice.  Something sexy, that awakened her slumbering libido.

     Looking up as she handed over the documents, she tried to see the man’s features, but with the darkness of night, and his wide brim on his hat, all she got was a glimpse of a strong jaw and the briefest dusting of stubble.

     “Ms. Johannsen, are you aware you were doing 45 in a 30 mile an hour zone ma’am?”

     Not bothering to try lying her way out of it, she responded simply “Yes sir.”  Her mind raced, trying to figure out what was so familiar about the cop.  When he turned and walked back to his cruiser, she caught a glimpse of his butt in her side mirror.  Her pulse fluttered in response.  He had the type of ass a woman could drool over, especially a sex starved one.  Tight and slightly rounded, he had enough cushion for a handful of, but not enough to be flabby.

     When he climbed into his car, she tried to see his features, but although there was enough light, the distance prevented her from seeing more than a hint of his cheekbone.

     The view as he walked back towards her was even better.  Watching until the last possible second, she licked her lips at his deliberate and powerful movements.  He was leashed animal magnetism coupled with a uniform, and a deep husky voice--the perfect combination.

     It was beginning to drive her nuts, the sensation that she knew him from somewhere.  

Her Best Man

         "Are you sure?" Rick asked.  "Are you ready to move out and move on?"

Katherine nodded, her throat too tight to speak.  It wasn't that she didn't want to leave Brian behind.  She just didn't know what the future held anymore, and the urge to stay where she felt comfortable, even if she wasn't happy, was strong.  A small part of her screamed for her to call Brian up and work things out, damn the divorce.  Yet looking into Rick's eyes, she reclaimed the core of strength within her that had been holding her steady.  She deserved better than Brian, and even if his unhappiness was partially her fault, it was also his for not asking to be let go.  In that, she wouldn't suffer the blame.

"I'm ready.  It's time to go."

Stepping back, she pulled away from Rick's touch before she did something stupid, and shifted past him and headed down to the first floor.  She could hear the quiet tread of his boots on the steps behind her.

Without pausing, she tossed her keys on the hallway table, headed into the kitchen and out the door.  Rick followed, stopping long enough to turn the lock on the door and pull it closed.  She headed to her car and was sinking into the seat before she started shaking.

Rick's gaze met hers as he headed to his truck, and he winked at her. Despite the pain, the fear bombarding her, she smiled back.  It hurt, but having Rick steady beside her, knowing he would be with her through this, helped.  During the months of separation, she had steadily lost most of her friends as they were "couple" friends – and they didn't know how to relate to her now that she wasn't part of the couple.  Only Rick seemed to be able to adjust to her being single, to her being without Brian.  She wasn't certain if it was because he knew her before, or if it was due to his anger at Brian.  Whatever it was though, she was grateful to have him to lean on.

A Bid For Love

“How badly do you want the painting?”

Erika ground her teeth at his ignoring her question, but wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of repeating herself. Nor was she going to answer him. She wasn’t about to hint at her desperation.

Her mother had promised her grandmother on her deathbed that she would track down all the rest of her paintings and keep them in the family, using the insurance money to foot the bill. While not wealthy in life, she had had the sense to get a sizable policy on herself early on, wanting to make sure her children were provided for if she passed on while they were younger. Habit had kept her paying the premiums.

The knowledge that her own son had sold her prized possessions had eaten at her in the last few months, destroying what was left of her once robust health. And now, with her own mother having taken a turn for the worse, Erika was determined she would have all of her grandmother’s works around her, if it was the last thing she did. She wasn’t about to let Ryan Carstairs stand in her way.

Putting her hands on her hips, she looked him right in the eyes and asked, “What are you asking for it?”

She knew whatever it was, she wasn’t going to like it. Not judging by the smile on his lips. “I’ll give it to you, free and clear—a gift.”

Erika waited, knowing he wasn’t done yet. Ryan was too shrewd a business man to just fork over two grand without some kind of condition.

“After you spend 48 hours with me.”  

Willed To Love

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