The Hero Sandwich by Karyn Gerrard, Gayl Taylor Page A

gently held her down. “Tell me you want me, Nicci. Tell me to bury myself deep inside you.”
    He teased with his cock, moving it in slightly and then pulling out to the tip. Each time, Nicci moaned, demanded with her body for him to drive deeper inside her. Nicci’s hands shook as they wove through his hair. She pulled him into her and kissed him with a fierce longing. Her voice, laced with passion and desire, pleaded with him. “Yes, please make love to me. I want you, Barrett. Take me, take me now.”
    Nicci gasped as he buried his cock deep inside her. He filled her, completed her, body and soul. Nicci traced the length of his torso with trembling fingers, explored once more the hardened strength, and felt the play of movement as he thrust inside her repeatedly. Gripping his firm ass, she squeezed her fingers into his flesh as her climax built to a crescendo. The walls of her pussy tightened and his cock throbbed inside her. Both of them were breathing erratically and when Nicci’s orgasm overtook her, Barrett moaned, covered her mouth with his, and came.
    The woman lying in his embrace could not be real. Nicci was so giving, passionate, and so damned beautiful. Barrett lay flat on his back with Nicci curved into his body, her hand played with the damp hair on his chest. His vision blurred, and his climax intense and earth-shattering. Already he felt his cock stiffen at her potent touch.
    “Nicci, you’re not sorry, are you? When I first came in the house, you said, ‘I should never have…’ Never have what, baby?”
    Her hand stilled on his chest. “Run away, I suppose. What happened between us, I couldn’t handle the intensity or the emotions. I didn’t think I was ready.”
    Barrett laid his hand on top of hers. “And now? You have doubts, don’t you?”
    “Yes. Barrett, I’m fourteen years older than you. What if—”
    He lifted two fingers to her lips. “I don’t care. And before you start arguing I will care ten years from now, or twenty, our age difference is not the conversation I want to have, not tonight.”
    Moving his fingers away, he took her hand and held it tight.
    “I’ve never felt any of this before, it’s all new to me. Didn’t think it could be possible. You see a woman across a crowded bar, and when your eyes meet, you feel like you’d been jolted with an electrical cable. That’s what happened to me when I first looked at you.”
    Nicci squeezed his hand. “I felt it too.”
    Damn. Exactly what he wanted to hear. Her honesty spurred him onward.
    “The three of us in the hotel room…”
    Nicci closed her eyes briefly and groaned.
    “I don’t want to come between you and Connie. I don’t want to cause awkwardness and uneasiness. What happened—happened. If we are going to be seeing each other…” He paused and gazed into her flushed face. “We are going to be seeing each other, right?”
    A soft feminine laugh caused his already semi-hard cock to stiffen further. “Yes, Barrett. We’re seeing each other. I want us to be together, very much. Connie and I are fine, we always will be.”
    The words she spoke caused his heart to race as if someone had attached jumper cables to it. “Connie told you I’m out of work. I’m sure I can secure a position as a phys ed teacher. It won’t be the big time, but that won’t matter, will it?”
    Nicci didn’t answer right away. Dread curled its insidious tentacles around his heart. Considering the house and neighborhood she lived in, maybe the big time was important to her.
    “You’d give up your baseball career, your dream?”
    Barrett kissed her forehead. “Baby, you’re my dream.”
    A soft sob caught in her throat and compassion and damn it, love, flooded his soul. He continued, “I want to know you, inside and out. I want you to tremble when I touch you, moan when I kiss you, cream when I pound my cock inside you. But most of all, I want Sunday brunch with you. For us to share a hot dog at Giants home games. Paint