Page 69 of Best Laid Plans

How could I tell him that Bailey was probably cheating on him with Pete, and we all knew Pete dipped his dick into everything and anything.

"I don't have one. Haven't used one…haven't needed it."

I pushed him down on his back. "I remember somethin' else you like."

He looked pleased. "You wanna blow me, Sugar?"

It was my turn to taste him. I stroked his erection and felt him stiffen. "It's been a long while, so if you do that, I'm gonna come."

"How long?" I asked like I had the right. Maybe this night I did, but tomorrow…. No, tomorrow is not here. Live in the now, Nova.

"A few months. Since I saw you in Savannah Lace, I haven't been able to get it up with Bailey."

His words aroused me more than his mouth on my pussy. I licked the tip of his penis, and then sucked it into my mouth. I felt his cock brush against the back of my throat, and his groans of pleasure egged me on.

"Fuck yeah, Sugar, that feels so damned good."

His words were an aphrodisiac, a balm on my soul that had been waiting for years to make Anson Larue feel good again.

"Your mouth looks so good wrapped around my dick," he muttered, his fingers in my hair, holding me still as he pushed in. "Suck me hard, baby."

I bobbed my head, letting him keep the pace.

"Fuck." He pulled out my mouth and took himself in his hand. He aimed for my tits. He'd done that once that first and only night, and then rubbed his semen into my skin.

"I want you to smell like me."

Now, his release was on my breasts, and I loved watching him stroke himself, milking himself dry. He heaved back on the daybed, and pulled me down with him. "Give me a minute, Sugar, and I promise to eat you until you come."

"I already came."

"What are you, the orgasm police?" He stroked my back. "Fuck, Nova. It was always so good between us. That hasn't changed."

I lay with him, feeling replete. There was something wonderful about being outside in the dark, secluded from the world, with the stars above us, and the gentle hum of night sounds from the forest. I realized he'd brought me here because he remembered my claustrophobia. Anson was thoughtful like that

"I felt something coming off you, Sugar, when I said I was clean. You wanna tell me about it?"

Fuck! I knew he wouldn't forget or let it go.

"I don't want to gossip, Anson. It's just stuff…and—"

"Bailey cheatin' on me?" he asked as if he already knew.

I shifted so I could look at his face. "You know?"

"No…not for sure, just a feelin'."

"I'm so sorry, Anson."

"I'm not, but yeah, I should get tested."

We lay quietly for a while. And then he asked me a question I didn't want to answer. "Who did Maureen say she's fuckin'?"

I sighed. Maureen knew everyone's business, and he guessed right that she was my source. "Pete."

His hand stilled, and then he continued to stroke my back. "For some reason, he didn't want Bailey and me to break up. Always said he was her friend."

I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet.

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