she’d never tried to turn on a gorgeous man desperate in the parking lot of Ben & Jerry’s either. This was so sad.
She opened the car door and leaned into the back seat to get the Coppertone out of her bag. Luke’s dick sprung to life with painful and uncontrollable immediacy at the sight of her delectable position. He groaned and flexed his fingers as his hands hung loosely by his hips. His fingers tingled. He really, really wanted to run his fingers along the curve of her bottom and up into the loose legs of her shorts…then slide them inside to the pouty lips of her sex. He licked his lips in anticipation and felt saliva pooling in his mouth. If he was lucky, and if God was with him this day, Jane would be his tonight.
Jane stood up with the sunscreen in hand and turned. “Here we go.”
His eyes were glazed over with a carnal gleam that left no question as to what he was thinking. He moved in close and pressed his nose into the curve of her shoulder. “We should’ve taken the edge off before we left your house,” he whispered. She stilled.
“So you don’t want to play at the park?” she asked nervously.
Lucas watched a small droplet of sweat trail from the hollow in Jane’s throat down through the curvy valley between her breasts. His heart was pounding and his vision was blurred. All the blood rushed south to his throbbing crotch and he couldn’t hear a word she said. Jane’s bikini top was a simple design of two small triangles held together around her sternum by a single string. Her pert breasts pressing against the triangle cups held the string away from her torso by about a finger’s width—just enough for the sweat to continue it’s trail towards her waist. Exactly where Lucas wanted to be. Then the bead dipped into her shallow belly button. Oh, God.
He leaned into her body so he could whisper in her ear. “I’ll play anywhere you want to play, Janie.” He stressed the word ‘play’ by lightly thrusting his pelvis against her stomach. Jane was panting, beyond the capability to speak for a minute. She closed her eyes and nodded.
“Good,” she finally managed. “Let’s skip the Frisbee and go straight for the goal.”
Lucas thrust a couple more times and pulled back. He nodded dumbly and backed up to give her some space. Neither said a word on the way home, but Lucas did shove her shirt into her lap. Jane put it on and drove home as fast as she could and figured to hell with a ticket.
Lucas could hear Penny, the Basset hound, barking when they pulled into the driveway. He groaned.
Jane grinned sheepishly. “She knows it’s Saturday…she missed her jog this morning.”
Lucas chuckled, knowing he’d have to keep his cool a few more minutes. He took comfort in knowing Jane was nearly as antsy as he was, though. He grabbed the bag out of the back seat while she jogged up the steps to let Penny out, who was howling in anticipation by the time the door opened. Pop Tart, Penny’s kitten, walked onto the porch to twine herself around Jane’s legs.
“Hey there, Pop Tart.” She bent down to pick up the furry little kitten. Pop Tart purred loudly and butted her little nose against Jane’s chin, which made her giggle. Penny had already bounded down the steps to do her business and was running around the fenced-in yard with Lucas. He looked like a kid playing with that crazy Basset hound, and she noticed for the second time today that something so simple, like ice cream or playing catch with a dog, gave him such peace. In all of their conversations, he had talked about what he liked, not what he’d done or how he’d grown up or lived. Her throat tightened as she wondered, yet again, what had happened to him? His bark of laughter had her shaking her head, clearing it of the maudlin thoughts.
“Lucas,” she called from the porch. She was sitting down in one of the rockers; Pop Tart was turning in a circle on her lap, getting
She opened the car door and leaned into the back seat to get the Coppertone out of her bag. Luke’s dick sprung to life with painful and uncontrollable immediacy at the sight of her delectable position. He groaned and flexed his fingers as his hands hung loosely by his hips. His fingers tingled. He really, really wanted to run his fingers along the curve of her bottom and up into the loose legs of her shorts…then slide them inside to the pouty lips of her sex. He licked his lips in anticipation and felt saliva pooling in his mouth. If he was lucky, and if God was with him this day, Jane would be his tonight.
Jane stood up with the sunscreen in hand and turned. “Here we go.”
His eyes were glazed over with a carnal gleam that left no question as to what he was thinking. He moved in close and pressed his nose into the curve of her shoulder. “We should’ve taken the edge off before we left your house,” he whispered. She stilled.
“So you don’t want to play at the park?” she asked nervously.
Lucas watched a small droplet of sweat trail from the hollow in Jane’s throat down through the curvy valley between her breasts. His heart was pounding and his vision was blurred. All the blood rushed south to his throbbing crotch and he couldn’t hear a word she said. Jane’s bikini top was a simple design of two small triangles held together around her sternum by a single string. Her pert breasts pressing against the triangle cups held the string away from her torso by about a finger’s width—just enough for the sweat to continue it’s trail towards her waist. Exactly where Lucas wanted to be. Then the bead dipped into her shallow belly button. Oh, God.
He leaned into her body so he could whisper in her ear. “I’ll play anywhere you want to play, Janie.” He stressed the word ‘play’ by lightly thrusting his pelvis against her stomach. Jane was panting, beyond the capability to speak for a minute. She closed her eyes and nodded.
“Good,” she finally managed. “Let’s skip the Frisbee and go straight for the goal.”
Lucas thrust a couple more times and pulled back. He nodded dumbly and backed up to give her some space. Neither said a word on the way home, but Lucas did shove her shirt into her lap. Jane put it on and drove home as fast as she could and figured to hell with a ticket.
Lucas could hear Penny, the Basset hound, barking when they pulled into the driveway. He groaned.
Jane grinned sheepishly. “She knows it’s Saturday…she missed her jog this morning.”
Lucas chuckled, knowing he’d have to keep his cool a few more minutes. He took comfort in knowing Jane was nearly as antsy as he was, though. He grabbed the bag out of the back seat while she jogged up the steps to let Penny out, who was howling in anticipation by the time the door opened. Pop Tart, Penny’s kitten, walked onto the porch to twine herself around Jane’s legs.
“Hey there, Pop Tart.” She bent down to pick up the furry little kitten. Pop Tart purred loudly and butted her little nose against Jane’s chin, which made her giggle. Penny had already bounded down the steps to do her business and was running around the fenced-in yard with Lucas. He looked like a kid playing with that crazy Basset hound, and she noticed for the second time today that something so simple, like ice cream or playing catch with a dog, gave him such peace. In all of their conversations, he had talked about what he liked, not what he’d done or how he’d grown up or lived. Her throat tightened as she wondered, yet again, what had happened to him? His bark of laughter had her shaking her head, clearing it of the maudlin thoughts.
“Lucas,” she called from the porch. She was sitting down in one of the rockers; Pop Tart was turning in a circle on her lap, getting
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