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  “Did she take her purse?”

  “It’s in the bedroom with the luggage. I called her cell…it’s still in the purse. Her sat phone’s in there too.” Tim’s words stopped Mike from dialing the small matching phone he had fished out of his pocket.

  “Maybe outside in the garden?” Helen Turner asked her sons.

  “We’ll check. Shit, Mom, she can’t be far. It’s her fucking birthday.”

  “Tim, watch your mouth around your mother!”

  Mike wasn’t paying attention anymore. He rose from the sofa and glanced at the two tall blond men who were heading out the front door. “Where does she go when she’s upset?”

  “Upset? Why would she be upset? She just got married…the family is celebrating her damn birthday…”

  “Tim!”

  “Yeah…sorry, Mom.”

  Mike drew a deep breath. “We…had a tiff before we arrived. I think she’s still pissed…I mean angry at me.” He quickly amended his words and smiled at Helen Turner. “Sorry, ma’am.”

  “I told you to call me Helen. Ma’am makes me feel old.” Her sweet smile reminded him of Jill’s lush curved lips.

  “Well, Helen, I think she’s still angry with me…and she should be. I was a bad boy.” His wicked grin had the desired effect on the woman.

  “She used to go down to the pastures in the bottoms. There’s an old barn there.”

  Mike inhaled deeply. “Point me in the right direction. I think I need to go alone, and start crawling on hands and knees.” He noted the direction Tim pointed. “Got a flashlight?”

  * * * * *

  Jill stretched and drew a deep breath of the warm, pungent air of the barn’s interior, before snuggling back into the meager comfort of the musty old straw she’d piled up for an impromptu mattress. Not her idea of a comfy place to spend the night, but at least she was warm, dry and safe from the humiliation of crying in front of her family. No one would miss her, she thought peevishly as she frowned. Her hubby/boss was keeping them busy and entertained. She listened to the comforting sounds of rain striking the old wood and shingles, and she figured she was stranded there for the duration. Fine by her.

  Some frigging birthday party. Her special day was totally spoiled by his presence. Or was it his absence now that bothered her the most? Had it really only been the day before yesterday that she’d been so damn determined to walk away from him? And today he was insinuating himself deep into her family’s hearts, setting them up for the inevitable letdown and heartache his selfishness would bring them. Damn him!

  But even as her mind told her she should hate him, her heart made that hate a lie. How could she ever hate him? How could she ever forget the past twenty-four hours of making love to him every time the urge struck? And it struck often. How could she forget the endearing tenderness he allowed her glimpses of when he wasn’t being a frigging megalomaniac? She buried her face in her arms and bit back the sob that threatened to undermine her determination not to cry. But her tears would not be pushed back yet again. She drew her knees up to her chest and wept bitterly for her lost heart and her family’s future heartache.

  * * * * *

  Mike managed to reach the bottom of the slope without breaking a leg or falling on his damn face, and he paused to get the lay of the land. The old barn Tim had mentioned was somewhere along the bottoms, and was some distance from the slow-moving canal that flowed past the rocks at the bottom of the slope. He glanced up at the threatening storm clouds that had started to obliterate the moon, pitching the ground into darkness. He turned left as the path reached the water’s edge, and carefully made his way by the light of the flashlight he’d borrowed along the pine-needle clogged path, slipping perilously several times and swearing softly as he nearly toppled into the damn canal.

  He didn’t think it was very deep, but the last thing he wanted was to be covered in slimy, stinky canal water. And then the rain began, slowly at first, and he picked up his pace as he wiped his face with one hand. It was a total downpour by the time he finally caught sight of the old barn, and his jeans and sweater were dripping. It wasn’t cold outside, but the breeze made him shiver as the rain water sluiced over his head and face and slid down his neck.

  The canal veered off to the right as the path he followed continued on toward the barn. His concern that she might be hurt or frightened slowly turned to anger that she had forced him to trek through this crap to bring her back. He reached the barn and tugged at the dilapidated main door, but it was barred from inside. Swearing violently, he made his way along the wall, grateful for the partial shelter of the roof’s overhang. A few steps along the rear side, he found a smaller door and it was hanging partially open, thank God!

  He slipped inside the musty-smelling old barn, and glanced around the empty interior. Shit. She wasn’t there. He wiped the trickles of cold rain off his face, and shivered despite the comparative warmth of the interior. He aimed the flashlight beam all around the huge empty space of the barn, and shook his head. He’d been a fucking idiot to come here, hoping to catch her alone and enjoy her for a while. She was probably back inside the house, laughing her ass off at him for taking the bait.

  He sighed and sank down on an old, rusted-out barrel that was standing in the middle of the dank place, and peeled his sweater off over his head, wringing it out and mopping his face and chest with it. Just his luck to be stuck in this fucking old derelict of a barn for the night. The storm was just getting started.

  He stiffened, and cocked his head to one side. What the hell was that? The sound was enough to raise the hair on his arms…plaintive and eerie…sobbing…like someone had died, and the world was weeping for them. Sweet Jesus. He stood and tried to pinpoint the source of the sounds, and then he realized they were directly overhead.

  Chapter Eight

  A drop of rainwater splashed on her cheek and she sighed wearily, her pain and tears almost spent. Damn old roof was leaking now. “Shit!” she breathed, and started to roll up from the straw, only to find herself caged in by something wet…wet, warm and solid. Another drop of water splashed onto her nose, and she gave a little yelp of fear. The water was dripping off the body that loomed over her in the darkness of the loft.

  Her hands went out in defense, and she felt the wet, hard contours of a bare chest. The scent of water on warm skin and the familiar aftershave set her body off. “What the hell are you doing here?” she rasped, trying her best to sound indignant.

  “I think I’m the one who should be asking that question, Furie…” His warm breath brushed her forehead, and another cold drop of water from his dripping hair struck her chin.

  “Get off me!” She shoved hard on the immovable wall of his chest.

  “Why’d you leave the house?”

  “To be alone. Can’t you respect that right?”

  “So we’re alone…”

  “The pronoun was ‘I’, not ‘we’.”

  Her hands felt hot as he lowered his solid body over hers until she felt the wet chill of his jeans pressing her legs and thighs, and the unmistakable solid bulge of his cock against her mons. “You’re getting me all soaked.” Her voice sounded breathless rather than indignant, even to her.

  “Then maybe we should both get out of these wet things…” His voice was a deep purring rumble against the side of her hair, and she swallowed convulsively as he kissed the splash of water off her cheek.

  “Just go away and let me be,” she gasped as his chest pressed firmly against her taut nipples.

  “No way. I got myself soaked like a wet rat looking for you, and I have no intention of going back out into that deluge just to please you.”

  His weight slowly molded her body against the musty straw, and the sudden bolt of white-hot lust that forked from nipples to pussy made her whimper with need. “Go back to the house and charm my family. I don’t want you.” she grated through clenched teeth.

  Mike stilled at the desperation in her voice, his frown hidden in the dark of the loft. He bl
inked, and shook his head to rid himself of the water that ran down his forehead and into his eyes. He had pushed her too far. “Well, I want you.” He drew a deep, shuddering breath and lowered his head, finding her mouth by homing in on the warmth of her breath. He slowly opened his mouth over her tightly closed lips, and his tongue slid along the seam of her lips. “Please, Jill…let me in?” His whispered words shocked even him.

  Her body jerked at the sound of her name, and her lips relaxed. He fought to remain calm as she slid her tongue over his, and then sucked his into her mouth hungrily. His cock jumped. His heart leapt. His blood pounded through his veins and his fingers tangled in her tousled soft curls as he tilted her face and took her mouth like a starving man. Her soft whimpers of delight undid him completely, and he devoured her. Slim hands slid between their tightly melded hips to work his wet zipper down and he groaned aloud against her lips, lifting his ass to allow her to free him from his sopping denim prison. The feel of her hands circling him almost made him come like a randy kid, and he fought back his climax.

  He lifted away from her and dragged her light sweater and tank top off, then dragged her now-wet jeans down her legs and tossed them aside before ripping his own soggy jeans off. They caught on his boots, but he was too fucking worked up to bother, leaving them around his ankles like slave manacles as he felt her thighs gripping his naked hips.

  “Sweet Lord…you’re killing me, baby.” He sank back down into the welcoming wet heat of her pussy, groaning loud and long as she took him in with a cry of delight. The diamond-hard nipples that dug into his chest made him wild to taste her. “Arch your back, baby…give me those breasts…” he whispered shakily as he drove his cock deep, feeling her tight walls closing around his shaft like a velvet fist.

  Her body arched obediently, and he bent to tug one nipple deep, sucking hard as he listened to her hot little moans of pleasure. He devoured her succulent breast, then moved to the other, feeling her cunt clenching hard around him as she orgasmed, and he almost came right then. He pumped his hips hard, fighting his climax, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth as she clutched his wet hair with trembling fists.

  “God, Mike! Oh God!” she cried as he gave a guttural cry and emptied into her explosively, pumping hot semen deep as she tightened her legs about his hips and rode him with eager cries and whimpers until he finally sank down over her and buried his lips in her perspiration-damp hair, feeling her internal muscles milking him so wickedly of his cum.

  He had never felt so fucking complete in his entire life. He wanted to stay buried deep in her sweet cunt forever. He listened as their labored breathing eased into deep, slow breaths, and he licked the salty moisture from her throat, enjoying the shudder of delight that rippled through her.

  Her inner muscles squeezed his cock as she gave a sweet little murmur of satisfaction, and whispered, “God, Mike…I love you so much.”

  She felt him still as she spoke, and his body stopped moving. A feeling of hopeless regret filled her as she waited for him to pull away, to pull out of her body, and to shake his head at her pathetic admission. If only she had not said the words, if only she had kept silent. She closed her eyes to squeeze back the tears. But as the minutes ticked off, and he remained buried to his root inside her, still holding her in a death grip of breathless pleasure, she opened her eyes and said weakly, “Mike? Did you just die of a heart attack?”

  His deep, delicious laugh rumbled against her ear, and he rotated his hips to tease her back to life. “Almost…but not quite.” He nipped her bare shoulder and gave a deep growl of pleasure as he began to move once again. “Did you mean what you just said?” he whispered raggedly against her temple as he began to swell back to life within her.

  Arching with a groan of shuddering pleasure, Jill tried desperately to regain enough composure to respond, but he spoke again before she could answer. “Because if you didn’t, I still won’t let you renege on that statement.” His head lifted and he stared down into her tear-wet face as he slowly thrust his hips against her pussy, burying his shaft to his balls, then pulling out almost to the tip before thrusting in again with a deep growl of pleasure. His eyes were a glittery sapphire as he shifted and found yet another erogenous zone with his marvelously talented cock, sending her spiraling into another mind-shattering orgasm that drove all thought but the pleasure from her mind.

  Could she die of sheer sexual pleasure? Her heart was hammering so wildly she thought it might be possible. What had he just said? His words hadn’t registered, and she still wasn’t sure what she had heard. All she knew was that his body was driving her to total distraction as he slowly pulled his still-solid cock out and gently rolled her onto her stomach, his lean hands lifting her ass until he was level with her pussy. And as he sank his throbbing length back into her, she gave a shocked yelp as he gently pressed a thumb against her anal rosette and whispered for her to just relax and enjoy.

  A hot thread of forbidden pleasure wound its way along every nerve in her body as that thick thumb slowly and gently worked its way into her tight anus, then slid back out before slowly pressing back in. “Oh. My. God!” she groaned as her body eagerly accepted the darkly sensuous pressure and the muscle eased to allow him to insert two long fingers to deliciously fuck her ass as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her pussy.

  “You love me?” His voice was a rasp of desire as he leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.

  “Mike, I…” she began in panic, but he went on without allowing her to speak.

  “Because if you do, you need to know what you’re getting with the package…”

  He shifted, sliding his fingers out gently, and she felt his cock easing slowly into her tight entry, working its length slowly deeper, until he was seated to his balls inside her ass. And the delicious, painful pressure of his cock buried deep in her forbidden channel left her breathless with some dark delight. “Do you love me enough to take everything I am?”

  His words were tense…as tense as the body that pressed hard against her back.

  “I love you…oh God, I love you,” she moaned, as his cock slowly began to move gently in and out of her virgin channel. She whimpered as he filled her to bursting.

  “Not nearly as much as I’ve loved you all these years, Furie,” he murmured thickly against her shoulder, and she gave a cry of delight as his lean fingers slid over her mons to tease her clit and drive her to the most amazingly wanton orgasm she had ever felt, with the slow movement of his cock deep in her ass and his fingers teasing and tweaking her throbbing knot of nerves.

  Her mind could not wrap itself around the words…and she gave herself up to the exquisite carnal pleasures of her husband’s lovemaking.

  Her body was delightfully sore. Her husband had given her enough hot and delicious pleasure to leave her boneless with sated delight. He lay spooned against her back, his semi-solid cock cradled between her butt cheeks and his hand possessively cupping her mons as he slept deeply and blissfully, lulled by the sounds of the rain beating on the old wood shingles overhead. Had he really said that he had loved her for years? She swallowed convulsively. Had they both totally wasted seven years of this kind of loveplay?

  Jill drew a shivery breath and rolled over to face him, waking him as she did so. “How long have you loved me, Mike?”

  He blinked and yawned, and smiled at her as she glared at him. “Since the first day you walked into my office, I think…”

  “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

  He drew a deep breath and rolled her over onto his chest, settling comfortably back into the straw. “Because I didn’t recognize what I was feeling until tonight. Why?”

  She wriggled her deliciously wet pussy over his slowly thickening cock, and watched his startled face. “Because I figure you owe me about seven years of mind-blowing sex. That’s why!”

  His lips curved wickedly as she rose and reached out to pull him up from the damp straw. “What are you doing?”

  “You need a
bath.” Her smile left him breathless as she coaxed him to the ladder, her delightfully bare ass teasing him to follow.

  “A bath?”

  She ignored his confusion as she made her way down the ladder to the lower level, and only when he caught up to her in the dimness did he understand what she was planning. She was dipping both hands into a rain barrel that was filled to overflowing, and she brought a double handful out and slathered down his belly and over his stiffly erect cock, which almost instantly deflated by the icy water.

  “Jesus! What the hell-” he yelped, jumping back.

  Her laughter was infectious as she dipped back into the rainwater. “Well…I know what I want, and if you don’t let me wash you off, neither of us is getting any.”

  He managed to stand without screaming as she carefully cleaned off his cock and balls, and when she was satisfied that he was squeaky clean again, he shuddered and dragged her into his arms for a hungry, hot kiss that warmed his body up fairly quickly.

  Jill ran her sweet hands over his trembling flesh as she backed him over to the pile of straw he had thought about using as a bed earlier, and he grinned down into her shadowy face. Her soft words were enough to bring his cock to rigid attention instantly as she whispered, “Now, where were we? Ah…yes…about making up for seven sexless years…”

  She sank to the straw and arched her body invitingly. He shook his head and slid to his hands and knees, framing her delectable body with his own as he felt her nails drag over his hard nipples. With a hiss of delight, he settled possessively over her, as she spread her legs wide to welcome him. But then she shoved him over and rolled over on top of him, her incredibly wet and willing pussy sliding hungrily over his throbbing shaft.

  A deep groan tore from his chest and he threw back his head as her hands found his painfully erect shaft and slowly guided it into her wet, hot pussy. “Fucking hell, Furie…” His voice cracked as she impaled her tight body on his willing cock. His senses exploded with the intense emotions he had so recently discovered as his wife rode him, hell bent for leather.