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Over the sound of her
own voice and his muffled moans against her breast, Ann heard the sound of
David’s zipper opening. With a rough gasp, he pulled away from her breast, leaving
the nipple glistening and puckered, hard from his attention. She was lost to
the sensations swirling through her body, aching for David’s touch to return,
momentarily confused as he pulled away from her.

There was a brief
fumbling between them, and then David’s hand was on her shoulder, pushing her
down.

She pulled away from
him, gasping as she looked down between their bodies. He was holding his cock
in one hand, his fingers wrapped around the shaft, almost but not quite
stroking himself. Her eyes went wide; she’d forgotten how long and thick it
was, how hard it could get. She blinked, knowing she was staring, helpless to
stop. She raised her eyes to his face, meeting his blazing gaze. And she
shivered, but not from excitement.

His eyes were dark,
something lurking there Ann had never seen before, something almost cruel. This
wasn’t the David she knew, the David she’d loved. He was still holding his
erection, pressing it against her, hot and hard, insistent. As angry as she
was, almost frightened of David, knowing he was that hard because of her sent a
flood of animal passion through her body. When he spoke, his voice was rough
with emotion, with something else, something dark. It took her breath away.

“Last fuck for the
road? Is that what this is, Ann? Then I want it on my terms.” His hand was
still on her shoulder, his fingers digging in to her skin.

“No, David…not like
this….” Her voice trailed off as she watched anger flare across David’s face.

“No? You’ve screwed up
my life for the last year, Ann. I’ve been waiting… patiently… for you to sign
the damn divorce papers. And now you do this… sign the papers and practically throw
yourself at me? And then don’t like how I respond? That’s bullshit. Stop
playing me, Ann.”

David was breathing
hard, both hands digging painfully into her shoulders now, forcing her down to
her knees. She’d only seen him this angry once or twice before, and the results
weren’t pretty; one encounter with a guy in a bar ended up with David hitting
the man, breaking his nose.

“Then do this, and I’ll
be gone. It’s your ‘last fuck’…or suck, if you want to call it that. Do this,
and we’re even, you’re forgiven for fucking up my life for the last year. And then
I’m gone.”

“You’ve fucked up my
life for the past year, David. What about that?”

“The control has been
all yours, Ann. You could have signed the papers any time you damned well
wanted to.”

Ann’s knees finally
buckled and she hit the floor with a thud. She looked up at David with narrowed
eyes, her own anger giving her a moment of courage.

“You really want to
force me to do this?”

“I don’t really think I
am. You’re practically begging for it. You want to play victim, go ahead. But I
bet if I pulled down your panties and ran my hand between your legs, it would
come back dripping wet.” David bent down, his face just inches from hers. “I
know you better than you think, darling. I’m not forcing you to do anything you
don’t want to do.”

“You’re a bastard,
David.” She flung the words at him. He only laughed.

But her words were
hollow. As he straightened, her hands were already sliding up his thighs,
despite… or because of… her anger, eagerly reaching for him, for his hard cock
dancing in front of her face. As her fingers closed around the thick shaft, she
heard David moan loudly, a sound she’d heard a thousand times. A sound he made
because of her.

Ann drew a sharp breath
as a flood of memories came back to her. As much as she wanted to hate him, she
wanted this more. At that moment, she was desperate to feel him in her mouth,
to suck on him as she’d done countless times in the past.

There was no hesitation
as she pulled his cock to her lips, her tongue skating over the hot skin,
flicking briefly along the sensitive underside, skating up beneath the head. After
that, there was nothing delicate or subtle about what she did; it was fast and
hard, a porn star blow job.

Immediately David began
thrusting himself into her mouth, his hands holding her head, his hips flexing
forward. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt, his fingers wound into her
hair, holding her. She reached a hand between his legs, cupping his balls,
squeezing them hard. He grunted, gave her hair a sharp tug.

At that moment, she
hated him, hated David with all her heart. And she hated herself for giving in
to her desires, to this animal lust he awakened in her. There was a moment
where she wanted to bite down, spit him out and end this.

But that was overshadowed
by her own body, by the incessant throbbing between her legs. The fire that
burned inside her, that only David could put out.

She’d managed to undo
the button and zipper on her own jeans, sliding her fingers between her legs. David
had been right; her panties were soaked, her clit was sensitive and aching to
be touched. She rubbed herself, a jolt of exquisite pleasure coursing through
her body.

The tilt of David’s
hips, the way his cock grew even harder in her mouth, told her he was close to
his orgasm. His thrusts were hard and sharp, the tip of his cock grazing the
back of her throat, making her gag, tears springing from her eyes.

With a harsh cry, he
pulled himself from her mouth, yanking her up by her arms, grabbing her jeans
and pulling them roughly down her hips. He spun her around, bending her over
the arm of the couch, his hands forcing her legs apart. She braced her arms on
the back of the couch, managing one glance over her shoulder at David, blanching
at the almost unrecognizable look on his face. She was briefly afraid; there
was something so intense and harsh about him, a look she’d never seen on his
face before.

His hands were on her
hips, fingers digging into her flesh. With one thrust he was buried to the hilt
in her body, his hips slamming against her ass. Ann cried out, the urgency of
her body driving any fear from her mind. All she registered was this amazing
feeling of David inside her, his cock so hard, knowing he was on the edge, taking
her with him.

The force of his
thrusts pushed her forward until she was face down over the arm of the couch,
his hand planted in the small of her back. There was no giving in the
encounter, it was all take, on David’s part as well as hers.

Ann felt herself
hurtling toward her climax, every cell in her body ready to explode, waiting
for David, knowing exactly what it would feel like to have him come inside her,
almost unable to wait. The instant she felt that peculiar way his hips jerked,
right before he came, she felt herself let go.

David slammed into her
one last time, crying out loudly, pulling her back toward him. There was an
instant where he held himself completely still, and then he was coming, his hot
seed flooding into her, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her.

Her own cries were
mixed with his, as her body contracted in the middle, her hips grinding against
the arm of the couch. Her knees buckled and she dug her fingers into the
cushion, her face pressed against the fabric. It was intense, brutal and brief.

David pulled away from
her with a grunt, the sound of his zipper mocking her. She heard his steps on
the hardwood floor, the sound of his harsh breathing as he stopped to collect
the divorce papers from the table and then the slam of the porch door. She slumped
to the floor, hanging her head, tears pooling in her eyes.
What the fuck
have I done?

There were noises
outside, the sound of a car door slamming, of tires spinning in the gravel as
David drove away. It was quiet for a long time. All she could hear were the
birds outside and her own heartbeat gradually slowing.

Chapter 5 – Season of Sex

She was still sitting
on the floor when she heard the sound of her truck in the driveway. There was
the familiar squeak of the porch door opening, but not closing. She looked up;
Jason was standing in the open door, the morning sun behind him, his face in
shadow.

“Ann? Are you okay?” He
strode across the room, pulling her up by her arms. There was an urgency to his
voice, a look of alarm on his face.

“Who was it? Who hurt
you?” His gaze swept over her, taking in everything, pulling her against him.

All she could do was
shake her head, her voice lost to her tears.

“I’m calling 911.”

“No… don’t.” She took a
deep breath, closing her eyes.
Please forgive me, Jason.
“It was my
husband.”

She looked up, meeting
his eyes, afraid of what she’d find there. The pain she saw in the green depths
drove a knife through her heart. She realized she was practically naked, her
shirt torn open, her breasts exposed, her jeans down around her hips.

With little success,
she tried to pull the edges of her blouse over herself, finally pulling away
from Jason, reaching down to grab an afghan off the couch. She turned away,
tugging her jeans up her legs.

The sound of the zipper
was loud, too loud. It was the sound of her guilt, the final note to that
terrible song she’d just sung… with David. She turned, saw Jason cringe, confusion
added to the pain on his face.

“Jason, I can explain.
It’s not what it looks like.”
I’m not even sure what this looks like.

“It looks like you were
assaulted, but apparently that’s not what happened.” He held up his hands,
backing away from her. “But there’s no need to explain. You’re a free woman,
you can do whatever you want in your own house. With whomever you want. I’m
just the hired help.”

The coldness in his
voice hurt more than she would have thought possible. She watched him turn away
from her, walking down the hall to the bedroom.

“Jason…wait.” She
followed him, the afghan trailing behind her, tangling in her feet as she
stumbled down the hall.

He was pulling his few
belongings out of the closet, stuffing them into his battered duffel bag. The
room was dim and she turned on the light. She could see his hands trembling, a
few pieces of clothing falling to the floor. He bent to retrieve them, pushing
them angrily into the duffle. His voice was muffled as he spoke.

“I’ll be gone in just a
little bit. There’s a few things of mine in the barn… tools and such….”

Ann moved toward him,
clutching the afghan. As she reached for him, fingers brushing his arm, he
twisted, turning away from her, not meeting her eyes.

“No… don’t. Like I
said, you’re a free woman. We have nothing….”

“But we do… you don’t
understanding….”

Jason spun around, his
eyes bright. Ann wasn’t sure if he was on the verge of tears or if he was
angry. The intensity in his eyes made her take a step backward.

“What’s to understand?
I come back and find you’ve just fucked some guy in your living room. Excuse
me, fucked your husband in your living room.” He spat the words at her,
pointing over her shoulder to the open bedroom door, walking toward her.

“I thought he was your
ex-husband. Convenient that you left the ‘ex’ part out when you told me the
story.” He took another step forward, this time grabbing her arm. His fingers
dug into her flesh, and she cried out, flinching, pulling against his grip.

“Jason…please. You’re
hurting me.”

There was a moment
where he held her, staring down at his hand, as if he just realized he was
touching her. With a ragged sigh, he let her go, taking a few uncertain steps
backward before sinking down onto the bed, his head in his hands, fingers
tugging at his hair.

“Shit. What the hell is
happening here, Ann?” Jason raised his head, looking at her.

“Jason…” Ann reached
for him again, longing to touch him, but pulled her hand back. Instead she
knelt on the floor in front of him. “Will you let me try to explain?” She settled
for resting a hand on his knee. He didn’t pull away this time, just stared at the
rug between his feet.

“Fine. Say what you
want. I’ll listen.” He sighed, barely raising his head to meet her gaze.

She took a deep breath.
“David left me last year… I told you that. He’s been asking for a divorce
since, kept sending me papers to sign. I kept ignoring the papers… didn’t want
to sign them.”

Jason was still
watching her, confusion and pain playing across his face. “You didn’t think it
was necessary to tell me you were still married? That little detail escaped
you?”

She shook her head. “It
was wrong, I know. But… I thought if I told you… you’d leave. That you’d think…
maybe there was still something between us….” Her voice trailed off.

“Obviously there was… is…
still something between the two of you. Or whatever happened here wouldn’t have
happened.”

Ann hung her head.
There was no argument she could offer. Her fingers were tracing a worn spot on
Jason’s jeans, a spot she knew came from how the sheep were held when he
sheared them.
Why am I thinking about sheep?

“He came here today, to
ask me to sign the papers. And I decided it was finally time… to move on, to
start….” She looked up, searching his face, her voice going low.

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