Finishing his
beer, he pushed away from the fridge to prepare their meal.
At the bottom of the stairs, Toni stopped, not knowing where
to find Zach. She snuck a peek at the formal dining room, appreciating its
quaint beauty, before going down a narrow hall to the surprisingly large
kitchen equipped with new copper-colored appliances and wooden cabinets the
color of honey.
It was also empty.
Toni put her hand on the stove even though she figured he
hadn’t turned it on. The room was too cool. She spotted the microwave on the
rust-colored countertop. Had Zach used it to prepare their meal because he
couldn’t cook any better than she could?
Head turned to the other side of the room, she suddenly
recalled him saying something about grilling steaks. Outside?
Resting her hip against the back door, Toni eased the lacy
curtain from the window and saw the pool, brick barbecue…Zach. Reckless need
rolled through her, driving away everything else. She seized the opportunity to
look at him as much as she wanted, the same as this morning before she’d
approached his garage.
Lips tilting up in a pleased smile, she stroked the door’s
glass as her gaze travelled his length, his wonderfully tight ass, muscular
thighs, his biceps flexing slightly as he shook out charcoal from a large bag.
Dark dust puffed from the top as he set it back on the flagstones. A slight
breeze lifted the hair dangling over his forehead.
Such a beautiful man. So damn virile he stole Toni’s breath.
In a moment of weakness, she allowed herself to imagine what
her future could have been like if Joe hadn’t come into her life. How he’d
changed everything, leading her to work on the circuit, the only thing she
knew, rather than coming home to a man like Zach every night. She pictured them
laughing or bitching about their respective work, showering together, washing
off the day’s grime. Lovingly, she’d tend to every inch of his flesh. On her
knees, she’d wash his balls and cock, pressing her face into his thick, dark
pubic hair, licking the beads of moisture from it and his rigid shaft. After—in
bed—they’d enjoy each other’s wet, naked bodies, feasting on them, restoring
comfort and peace before their meal.
Some days they might forget to eat, too exhausted from
working hard and loving even harder to bother.
Toni’s smile blossomed into a wistful grin even as her eyes
clouded with foolish tears.
As luck would have it, Zach looked over, catching her
staring at him.
His gaze sapped Toni of strength and the will to resist
another moment of separation. Blinking quickly to clear her eyes, she joined
him on the patio. With the lowering sun, the heated air had transformed from
unbearable to temptingly soft. Long shadows flowed from the vegetation on the
surrounding hills. A startling quiet surrounded them, noise from vehicles,
people, civilization gone.
Toni heard the rush of blood in her ears, the fierce
pounding of her heart. Doing her best to sound casual, another act she’d
perfected, she glanced at the grill, then Zach. “Smells good.”
He took in her hot pink tank top and white cutoffs, the best
clothes she had outside of her leather pants and jacket. His expression grew
preoccupied, the same as his voice. “I haven’t cooked anything yet…I just lit
the grill.”
Nodding, she followed the line of his sinewy arm to the long
serving fork he held. Eyes dipping down, she looked at his fly, the thick bulge
behind it. “Are you divorced?” Her gaze lifted to his.
Instantly, she caught caution or irritation, perhaps a bit
of both, crossing his face. He glanced past her at the cedar picnic table.
Sirloins, ears of corn and foil-wrapped potatoes rested on a tray. “I’m not
married, if that’s what you’re asking. How about you?”
She continued to study the food, chiding herself for asking
him anything personal. “Never been close.”
“So, Lucky’s not an ex-husband? He’s just an ex-boyfriend
you’ve been running
beer, he pushed away from the fridge to prepare their meal.
At the bottom of the stairs, Toni stopped, not knowing where
to find Zach. She snuck a peek at the formal dining room, appreciating its
quaint beauty, before going down a narrow hall to the surprisingly large
kitchen equipped with new copper-colored appliances and wooden cabinets the
color of honey.
It was also empty.
Toni put her hand on the stove even though she figured he
hadn’t turned it on. The room was too cool. She spotted the microwave on the
rust-colored countertop. Had Zach used it to prepare their meal because he
couldn’t cook any better than she could?
Head turned to the other side of the room, she suddenly
recalled him saying something about grilling steaks. Outside?
Resting her hip against the back door, Toni eased the lacy
curtain from the window and saw the pool, brick barbecue…Zach. Reckless need
rolled through her, driving away everything else. She seized the opportunity to
look at him as much as she wanted, the same as this morning before she’d
approached his garage.
Lips tilting up in a pleased smile, she stroked the door’s
glass as her gaze travelled his length, his wonderfully tight ass, muscular
thighs, his biceps flexing slightly as he shook out charcoal from a large bag.
Dark dust puffed from the top as he set it back on the flagstones. A slight
breeze lifted the hair dangling over his forehead.
Such a beautiful man. So damn virile he stole Toni’s breath.
In a moment of weakness, she allowed herself to imagine what
her future could have been like if Joe hadn’t come into her life. How he’d
changed everything, leading her to work on the circuit, the only thing she
knew, rather than coming home to a man like Zach every night. She pictured them
laughing or bitching about their respective work, showering together, washing
off the day’s grime. Lovingly, she’d tend to every inch of his flesh. On her
knees, she’d wash his balls and cock, pressing her face into his thick, dark
pubic hair, licking the beads of moisture from it and his rigid shaft. After—in
bed—they’d enjoy each other’s wet, naked bodies, feasting on them, restoring
comfort and peace before their meal.
Some days they might forget to eat, too exhausted from
working hard and loving even harder to bother.
Toni’s smile blossomed into a wistful grin even as her eyes
clouded with foolish tears.
As luck would have it, Zach looked over, catching her
staring at him.
His gaze sapped Toni of strength and the will to resist
another moment of separation. Blinking quickly to clear her eyes, she joined
him on the patio. With the lowering sun, the heated air had transformed from
unbearable to temptingly soft. Long shadows flowed from the vegetation on the
surrounding hills. A startling quiet surrounded them, noise from vehicles,
people, civilization gone.
Toni heard the rush of blood in her ears, the fierce
pounding of her heart. Doing her best to sound casual, another act she’d
perfected, she glanced at the grill, then Zach. “Smells good.”
He took in her hot pink tank top and white cutoffs, the best
clothes she had outside of her leather pants and jacket. His expression grew
preoccupied, the same as his voice. “I haven’t cooked anything yet…I just lit
the grill.”
Nodding, she followed the line of his sinewy arm to the long
serving fork he held. Eyes dipping down, she looked at his fly, the thick bulge
behind it. “Are you divorced?” Her gaze lifted to his.
Instantly, she caught caution or irritation, perhaps a bit
of both, crossing his face. He glanced past her at the cedar picnic table.
Sirloins, ears of corn and foil-wrapped potatoes rested on a tray. “I’m not
married, if that’s what you’re asking. How about you?”
She continued to study the food, chiding herself for asking
him anything personal. “Never been close.”
“So, Lucky’s not an ex-husband? He’s just an ex-boyfriend
you’ve been running
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