beside him, occasionally watching one of the few cartoons Anna allowed him.
She was writing. He swallowed tightly. He had made the mistake of choosing one of the books earlier and flipping through it. His cock hadn t softened since. It was fully erect, engorged and dangerously aroused.
His To Take had been the title of the story. The sexual intensity of the tale had been explosive. An innocent young woman and an alien determined to have her. Blake swallowed tightly. The hero had taken her too. In ways that had Blake s teeth gritting now in hunger.
Were those his Anna s fantasies? Had fate somehow given him a woman years ago, who would fit his every sexual fantasy as he grew older. A woman who could and would meet his desires.
He glanced at her again. Her face was a bit flushed, her eyes narrowed as she typed. Was she aroused? He shook his head, unable to watch her, slowly dying of the hunger eating him alive.
Glancing down at his son, a smile tipped his lips. Mike was fast asleep, cuddled close to Blake s side, the toy truck gripped firmly in his little hands.
Shaking his head he picked the little boy up and moved from the hallway. He was aware of Anna glancing at him in surprise, the click of the computer keys stilling.
Turning back to her he nodded at the laptop. Finish what you re doing. I ll tuck him for you.
A frown had settled on her brow, as though she were somehow uncertain about allowing him to do so. Did she sense what he was up to? Blake turned from her and headed for the little boys room. It didn t matter if she did. He was home. This was his family. His woman and his child and he would be damned if he would give either up now.
Long minutes later, with Mike tucked in and the television turned off, Blake wandered out to the back yard. The silence of the night here had always soothed him. The stars glittering in the black velvet sky seemed close enough to reach out and grab. The woods around them echoed with nightlife and stilled a restlessness inside him that he hadn t known existed until he returned.
This was his home. His world. He had settled here with a hunger for peace and found so much more than he had ever expected. And now
Sighing deeply, he lowered himself on the cushioned porch swing and stared into the night. He had returned to claim his woman and found his child as well. His hunger for Anna was eating him alive, but no more than his guilt was. He should tell her the truth he thought. He should tell her what had happened, why he had been away, and the dangers he had feared would follow him if he revealed his identity.
This was his family. How do you hide the truth from your family, from the woman you love more than life itself?
Devon? Anna s softly voice question had his head turning slowly to the French doors.
She was framed by the low light within the house, her slender body outlined with a halo of gold.
The memory of the first time he took her slammed into his brain. In the garage, her body braced on the side of the car as he slammed inside her tight pussy. He barely contained the shudder of remembered pleasure. She had been wet, so damned wet it had been like sliding through warm syrup and ultra tight silk.
Sorry. He breathed in deeply. I was just enjoying the night.
You seemed preoccupied. She sat in the chair across from him. Tempting him.
Blake wondered what she would do if he went to his knees before her and ripped the shirt from her back before making a meal of her hard little nipples? Damn, his mouth was watering for the taste of her.
Devon? She questioned him again
He cleared his throat, realizing he had perhaps been staring a little too hard at her breasts.
Yeah?
Is everything okay? You ve been acting strange this evening. Are you tired of hanging around here?
Tired of what? He shook his head in confusion then. What the hell would make you think that Anna?
Well I don t know, Devon, she suddenly snapped back. It could be the way you re prowling the house like a caged
She was writing. He swallowed tightly. He had made the mistake of choosing one of the books earlier and flipping through it. His cock hadn t softened since. It was fully erect, engorged and dangerously aroused.
His To Take had been the title of the story. The sexual intensity of the tale had been explosive. An innocent young woman and an alien determined to have her. Blake swallowed tightly. The hero had taken her too. In ways that had Blake s teeth gritting now in hunger.
Were those his Anna s fantasies? Had fate somehow given him a woman years ago, who would fit his every sexual fantasy as he grew older. A woman who could and would meet his desires.
He glanced at her again. Her face was a bit flushed, her eyes narrowed as she typed. Was she aroused? He shook his head, unable to watch her, slowly dying of the hunger eating him alive.
Glancing down at his son, a smile tipped his lips. Mike was fast asleep, cuddled close to Blake s side, the toy truck gripped firmly in his little hands.
Shaking his head he picked the little boy up and moved from the hallway. He was aware of Anna glancing at him in surprise, the click of the computer keys stilling.
Turning back to her he nodded at the laptop. Finish what you re doing. I ll tuck him for you.
A frown had settled on her brow, as though she were somehow uncertain about allowing him to do so. Did she sense what he was up to? Blake turned from her and headed for the little boys room. It didn t matter if she did. He was home. This was his family. His woman and his child and he would be damned if he would give either up now.
Long minutes later, with Mike tucked in and the television turned off, Blake wandered out to the back yard. The silence of the night here had always soothed him. The stars glittering in the black velvet sky seemed close enough to reach out and grab. The woods around them echoed with nightlife and stilled a restlessness inside him that he hadn t known existed until he returned.
This was his home. His world. He had settled here with a hunger for peace and found so much more than he had ever expected. And now
Sighing deeply, he lowered himself on the cushioned porch swing and stared into the night. He had returned to claim his woman and found his child as well. His hunger for Anna was eating him alive, but no more than his guilt was. He should tell her the truth he thought. He should tell her what had happened, why he had been away, and the dangers he had feared would follow him if he revealed his identity.
This was his family. How do you hide the truth from your family, from the woman you love more than life itself?
Devon? Anna s softly voice question had his head turning slowly to the French doors.
She was framed by the low light within the house, her slender body outlined with a halo of gold.
The memory of the first time he took her slammed into his brain. In the garage, her body braced on the side of the car as he slammed inside her tight pussy. He barely contained the shudder of remembered pleasure. She had been wet, so damned wet it had been like sliding through warm syrup and ultra tight silk.
Sorry. He breathed in deeply. I was just enjoying the night.
You seemed preoccupied. She sat in the chair across from him. Tempting him.
Blake wondered what she would do if he went to his knees before her and ripped the shirt from her back before making a meal of her hard little nipples? Damn, his mouth was watering for the taste of her.
Devon? She questioned him again
He cleared his throat, realizing he had perhaps been staring a little too hard at her breasts.
Yeah?
Is everything okay? You ve been acting strange this evening. Are you tired of hanging around here?
Tired of what? He shook his head in confusion then. What the hell would make you think that Anna?
Well I don t know, Devon, she suddenly snapped back. It could be the way you re prowling the house like a caged
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