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“Where ya going?”

“I have some work to take care of.” I kept my answer simple so that he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

“Okay. Are you going with me and mom in the morning?”

“Do you want me to go?”

His eyes lit up. “Sure!”

His enthusiasm warmed me. “Then I’ll go.” I reached forward and ruffled his damp hair. “Listen to your mother, kid. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He ran off toward the TV and I turned to leave. I glanced Allie’s way but she had her back to me. She was doing something in the kitchen sink. The stiff way she held herself prompted me to go to her. I leaned up against her, setting my hands on the sink on either side of her and boxing her in.

“You gonna give me a kiss goodbye, baby?” I whispered into her ear. She shivered against me.

“Go fuck yourself, Rock,” Allie said low so that Sam wouldn’t hear her.

“I’d rather fuck you,” I growled, giving her ear a bite. Her slight reaction was enough to reveal that she wasn’t immune to me. I had half a mind to order Sam up to bed to see how far I could push her. “You smell so fucking good.” I nipped the skin beneath her ear, and then licked the pain away with my tongue.

“Why are you doing this, Rock? Why are you playing with me?”

“Because I can, babe.” I reached up and cupped her tit, squeezing it. “And you make it so fucking easy.”

She bumped her hips back but all she accomplished was rubbing her sweet ass into my hard dick. Laughing softly, I stepped back and left without another word.

Stubborn woman.

Chapter 15

Allie

With Sam tucked into bed and sleeping, I made my way back downstairs. In my search for something to make for dinner I’d discovered an unopened bottle of red wine. I didn’t know if Rock was saving it for a special occasion, and I didn’t really care. After the last few days I’d had I deserved a drink and some time to myself.

Rock had a screened in porch at the back of his house. I intended to pour a glass of wine and head out there to sit and listen to the quiet. I found a wine glass in the cupboard, a corkscrew in the drawer, and opened the bottle of Cakebread Pinot Noir, which was a more expensive wine than I was used to. The only reason I knew this was because Tom and I had shared a bottle one evening, and he’d tried to impress me with his wine knowledge.

Tom had called earlier to see how Sam and I were doing. No matter how hard he’d tried to sound upbeat, I could still hear the note of discontent in his tone. Hopefully in time he’d understand why I’d felt the need to leave. A mother should be with her child, and while Tom cared about Sam, he’d thought that I should remain behind giving Sam and Rock time to get to know one another without me. I knew that he’d meant well, but I hadn’t agreed with him. Rock and Sam could get to know each other just as well with me there.

I tried not to think about Rock and what he might be doing back at the club, but it was impossible not to, especially when he’d made his intentions very clear. Part of me blamed myself for that. Had I not been so stubborn and denied him he’d still be here with me. And just why had I denied him? I’d eagerly fucked him back in Cedar Key, the memory was still fresh in my mind. And my body remembered, too. It seemed that since then I’d stayed in a semi-state of arousal whenever he was around.

It wouldn’t take much effort on his part to break through that thin barrier and have me submit to him again. Rock knew how to play my body, how to keep me on the edge of tipping over until I was nothing but a weak mindless clump of woman-flesh he controlled fully. And when he finally let me explode? I swear that I’d black out for a second, at least I certainly wasn’t aware of my surroundings. In those moments I was only aware of him and what he was making me feel.

I shivered slightly, and I couldn’t blame it on the cooler temperature out on the porch. The man knew how to fuck, how to make me feel desired and alive. It occurred to me that I was punishing myself by holding him at bay. He’d ended my dry spell, and had created a horny woman who wanted it all the time.

Of course, he’d never know that.

Was he fucking someone right now? Tonguing another woman’s pussy, sucking her clit? Were his powerful hands skimming down her body, playing with her breasts? The thought of him kissing her left a sick feeling in my stomach, because kissing had always made it personal for me, had let me know that I was special.

I took a healthy sip of wine, fighting back tears. I was torturing myself and I knew it. Thinking about Rock with another woman was killing me inside. I gave my head a vigorous shake, determined to get the thoughts out of my head. The truth was, it was all my fault for what I was going through, and I was the only one who could change it.

The problem was, how could I change it without being obvious about it?

A small noise from somewhere out in the woods drew my attention. Rock’s house was surrounded by a square cut of turf, backing right up to a heavily wooded lot. I squinted into the night, trying to find the origin of the noise, but to no avail. It was dark now--verydark--beyond the lawn.The only light was behind me inside the house.

A crackling noise, as if something big was stepping on dry branches, was coming my way. I was more interested in seeing what it was then I was frightened. It was amazing how clear and loud the sound seemed in the night. I hadn’t realized how quiet it was before then. As I squinted into the woods, searching for a sign of what could be out there, a blinding light at the corner of the house came on.

I recognized it for what it was, a motion detector light, and the prize revealed was the huge buck that had just stepped from the cover of forest onto the lawn. Oh my God, he was beautiful! So proud and majestic as he stood there, poised, as if determining if it was safe to continue. I held my breath, watching as he stepped up to an apple tree on the edge of the yard and began to eat. I wondered if this was his nightly ritual. He seemed at ease and ate to his heart’s content before disappearing back into the woods. I was sad to see him go.

I couldn’t wait for Sam to see him.

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