"Ooo, Ty! I wanna come," I panted, lips pressed to his hair. Turned-on would have been an understatement, every inch of my skin was on fire.
Ty stopped. His breath came heavy as he frowned up at me. Sadness? Confusion? "Already?"
I bit my lip to keep from screaming and nodded. He ducked his head and slipped his finger in my panties. Something changed, shifted slightly, but I was too wound up to figure out what.
Skillfully, he found what he was looking for and proceeded to rub my clitoris with light insistent strokes. I leaned in and kissed him hard, pleased. My hips moved with his fingers, my teeth nibbled at his lips, and I moaned, lost, "I want you so bad, Ty."
Kissing him again, I rubbed against him like a cat, the chambray of his shirt chaffing my tender nipples. "Ty, please," I begged, my hips moving faster. His fingers expertly kept pace while his eyes remained tightly shut, his head now turned away from me. I was so close.
I went for his neck, sucking and biting my way up to his earlobe.
"Ty, please!" I panted in his ear, begging him not to stop. My whole body primed, I lost myself in heaven when his fingers pinched my nipple. The exquisite pain coupled with his other hand teasing my clit was the final straw. I came, hard, clinging to him and screaming, my hands buried in his hair. Afterward, I collapsed against him panting, spent and weak.
He gently removed his hand and pushed me away. Eyes lowered and his expression unreadable. "You wanna take me home now?"
"You wanna leave...now?" I panted, shocked at his words and still dazed from my orgasm.
He paused, a frown of obvious confusion on his face. When he spoke his voice shook. "I thought...that's all you wanted. You were done."
In that moment I caught a glimpse of what Rhea had done to him and hated her with a passion.
"Baby, we're just getting started," I drawled, smothering my anger.
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Amie Stuart is the last of a dying breed, a native Texan, and still makes her home there, where cowboys and music (her other two loves) abound. Growing up, she wanted to be a lawyer and a psychologist. No doubt the shrinks would have a field day with her head, but she's seen the error of her ways and considers all those other jobs 'research' for the writing gig.
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ROPERS RULE
HANDS ON
MAKE U SWEAT
HITTIN IT
ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
Table of Contents
Copyrights
Chapter One Jessa
Chapter Three Jessa
Chapter Four Zack
Chapter Five Jessa
Chapter Six Zack
Chapter Seven Jessa
Chapter Eight Zack
Chapter Nine Jessa
Chapter Ten Zack
Chapter Eleven Jessa
Chapter Twelve Zack
Chapter Thirteen Jessa
Chapter Fourteen Zack
Chapter Fifteen Jessa
Chapter Seventeen Jessa
Chapter Eighteen Zack
Chapter Nineteen Jessa
Epilogue
Postscript
ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
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