world she would believe him. Funny thing was, she did believe him, because when she put everything together, it made sense.
He’d arrived beaten, a bullet in his back and handcuffs dangling on his wrist. While delirious, he’d said things. Things, which led her to believe the police didn’t have a very high opinion of him.
Sara sighed deeply.
Her splitting headache still cried for her attention and she wished she could just climb into bed and throw the covers over her head. But that wouldn’t solve anything.
“What else do you know?”
His forehead crinkled in disbelief. “You believe me?”
“Don’t look so shocked. Tell me what you remember.”
The briefest hint of a relieved smile passed over his lips.
“Listen. I don’t want to burden you with my troubles. You’re already in danger just by helping me out.”
“You’re going to have to trust someone. Right now all you’ve got is me.”
He didn’t say anything. Yet she noticed he still seemed tense. She needed to do something to cheer him up. Do something to get him to trust her.
“You know what,” she said with a bit more enthusiasm than she felt. “You need a new handle.”
“A handle?”
“A name. What’s your favorite?”
He shrugged solemnly. “Don’t know. You choose.”
A name instantly popped into her mind. Yet she hesitated to use it. After all she’d already given it to someone else. Someone just as helpless and totally dependent on her as this stranger. And she’d failed him. Horribly.
Sara swallowed hard and pushed aside the disturbing thoughts. Pressed them into the corner of her soul, like one presses a precious flower for future remembrance between the covers of a weighty book. She buried them deep beneath the fragile pages that carried her fears, hurt and dashed hopes from the past two and a half years.
Blinking back the sudden sprig of hot tears, she took a deep breath, faced the stranger and tried to present a proper smile, but her lips just wouldn’t cooperate. She noticed the odd expression creasing his rugged face.
“Is something wrong?” His gentle tone of voice almost unraveled her.
For a moment, she stared into his bright emerald green eyes and was overcome with the strangest urge of telling him her deepest fears and sharing her secrets. She’d never had such a strong urge to tell anyone this before. Now, without any reason she wanted to tell this man everything. To blurt out what had happened to her husband. To tell him about the shadow who’d been haunting her life.
Sara caught herself.
Was she nuts? What was the matter with her anyway? She should have her head examined. She didn’t even know this guy.
Yet she wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Much better.
She wouldn’t mind wrapping her hands around that thick cock of his. Maybe taking his delicious-looking organ into her mouth and swirling her tongue all around that mushroom-shaped cockhead.
Nip her teeth along the silky skin covering the rigid shaft.
Watch him squirm and buck as she took him deep into her throat.
“Mrs. Clarke?”
She blinked rapidly and quickly looked away so he couldn’t see the reddish tinge of heat that must be crawling along her cheeks.
“Thomas. How’s that?” She blurted out the name.
He said nothing and she cast a quick peek to see his reaction. She knew by the smile on his face that he liked the name.
“Thomas.” The name rolled off his tongue with ease. “Tom. Mmm. Sounds good. It has a certain ring about it. Don’t you think?” He cocked a curious eyebrow. “Why’d you pick it? An old boyfriend perhaps?”
The question almost toppled Sara. For a split second, she again wanted to spill her guts as she’d never done to anyone before. But the instant passed and she recovered quickly.
Impulsively she reached out to gently tug on his scruffy beard. His hair felt rough beneath her fingertips. Coarse. Sexy.
She noticed the soft gasp escape his lips and with lightning speed, Sara withdrew
He’d arrived beaten, a bullet in his back and handcuffs dangling on his wrist. While delirious, he’d said things. Things, which led her to believe the police didn’t have a very high opinion of him.
Sara sighed deeply.
Her splitting headache still cried for her attention and she wished she could just climb into bed and throw the covers over her head. But that wouldn’t solve anything.
“What else do you know?”
His forehead crinkled in disbelief. “You believe me?”
“Don’t look so shocked. Tell me what you remember.”
The briefest hint of a relieved smile passed over his lips.
“Listen. I don’t want to burden you with my troubles. You’re already in danger just by helping me out.”
“You’re going to have to trust someone. Right now all you’ve got is me.”
He didn’t say anything. Yet she noticed he still seemed tense. She needed to do something to cheer him up. Do something to get him to trust her.
“You know what,” she said with a bit more enthusiasm than she felt. “You need a new handle.”
“A handle?”
“A name. What’s your favorite?”
He shrugged solemnly. “Don’t know. You choose.”
A name instantly popped into her mind. Yet she hesitated to use it. After all she’d already given it to someone else. Someone just as helpless and totally dependent on her as this stranger. And she’d failed him. Horribly.
Sara swallowed hard and pushed aside the disturbing thoughts. Pressed them into the corner of her soul, like one presses a precious flower for future remembrance between the covers of a weighty book. She buried them deep beneath the fragile pages that carried her fears, hurt and dashed hopes from the past two and a half years.
Blinking back the sudden sprig of hot tears, she took a deep breath, faced the stranger and tried to present a proper smile, but her lips just wouldn’t cooperate. She noticed the odd expression creasing his rugged face.
“Is something wrong?” His gentle tone of voice almost unraveled her.
For a moment, she stared into his bright emerald green eyes and was overcome with the strangest urge of telling him her deepest fears and sharing her secrets. She’d never had such a strong urge to tell anyone this before. Now, without any reason she wanted to tell this man everything. To blurt out what had happened to her husband. To tell him about the shadow who’d been haunting her life.
Sara caught herself.
Was she nuts? What was the matter with her anyway? She should have her head examined. She didn’t even know this guy.
Yet she wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Much better.
She wouldn’t mind wrapping her hands around that thick cock of his. Maybe taking his delicious-looking organ into her mouth and swirling her tongue all around that mushroom-shaped cockhead.
Nip her teeth along the silky skin covering the rigid shaft.
Watch him squirm and buck as she took him deep into her throat.
“Mrs. Clarke?”
She blinked rapidly and quickly looked away so he couldn’t see the reddish tinge of heat that must be crawling along her cheeks.
“Thomas. How’s that?” She blurted out the name.
He said nothing and she cast a quick peek to see his reaction. She knew by the smile on his face that he liked the name.
“Thomas.” The name rolled off his tongue with ease. “Tom. Mmm. Sounds good. It has a certain ring about it. Don’t you think?” He cocked a curious eyebrow. “Why’d you pick it? An old boyfriend perhaps?”
The question almost toppled Sara. For a split second, she again wanted to spill her guts as she’d never done to anyone before. But the instant passed and she recovered quickly.
Impulsively she reached out to gently tug on his scruffy beard. His hair felt rough beneath her fingertips. Coarse. Sexy.
She noticed the soft gasp escape his lips and with lightning speed, Sara withdrew
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