Page 19 of Cougar Chronicles

Holly had other ideas. She rocked her hips against his, and tiny tremors shook his cock. He withdrew slowly and plunged back into her depths. Ah, how her tight suction gripped him, moved him. He thrust into her again and once more. He wanted to give her more, but he was so close. His body ached for release. The slender length of her legs cushioned his pistoning hips, and he groaned when her walls clenched around his rock-hard shaft. She was coming, thank God. He let himself go and the vibrations began in his balls as they tightened against his flesh and then traveled through his cock in tiny jerks.

“Holly, sugar,” he gasped and spilled into her warmth.

She clutched his ass, pushing him farther into her as he came with violent jolt after jolt of heavenly pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

When his body finally relaxed, she caressed his back, murmuring unintelligible words against his neck. He kissed her sweat-dampened forehead and rolled to his side. His cock, still hard, slid out of her.

“Jack,” she said.

“Hmm?” He flung his arm over his forehead. His breathing was unsteady.

“That was amazing.”

He couldn’t help but smile. Hell, yeah, it had been amazing. He pulled the soiled condom from his penis and disposed of it in the wastebasket next to her nightstand. He turned to her, her beautiful face glowing with the sheen of perspiration.

“It was goddamned fucking amazing, sugar. The best I’ve had in years. Maybe ever.”

Her smile illuminated her beauty. Had he reached her? Would she give him a chance now?

“Come here,” he said.

She scooted into his arms.

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her close. “Sleep now. You’re going to need it.”

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Holly couldn’t sleep. Jack’s hard body snuggled up to her felt so good. Why couldn’t her life have turned out differently?

Why couldn’t he have been born ten years earlier and already had all the kids he wanted?

Face it, Holly. No matter how you slice it, this wasn’t meant to be.

She disentangled herself from his muscular limbs and padded out to the kitchen for a glass of water. If only he weren’t so sexy, so handsome. But his looks and charisma weren’t what had her so shaken. It was him. Jack. Sure, he had a gorgeous face, an amazing body—but that was superficial. What she loved about him was his kindness, his persistence, his nurturing personality.

Holly’s glass clattered to the bottom of the stainless steel sink. Luckily it didn’t break, and she hoped the noise didn’t wake Jack.

Shit. Had she just thought the word “loved” about Jack?

God, Holly, you so can’t go there.

Heart-stopping sex does not equal love.

Hands shaking, she retrieved her glass, filled it with cold water, gulped it down, and splashed the still-running water on her face. She reached for her dishtowel and rubbed the wetness from her skin.

She’d spent two nights with the man. Had two dates with him, if you counted the coffee date yesterday morning. She couldn’t possibly be in love.

Her pulse raced. She was more than a little freaked out. He was too young for her, that was for sure, and there were definitely other reasons he wouldn’t want her. Damn—how could she love him? What a perfect setup for heartbreak and that she did not need.

With a huff, she strode to the extra bedroom that housed her computer. She sat down and typed “older woman/younger man” into the search engine bar.

Over a million hits!

Apparently she wasn’t the only woman who had the hots for a younger man.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she began clicking. Lots of information surfaced and she skimmed it, but when she stumbled into a chatroom called “The Cougar Club” she had to take a closer look. Maybe these ladies would understand her dilemma. Surely one of them might have a similar issue.

She created an account under the name HollyGolightly—not original but she couldn’t think of anything else at midnight—and logged in. Music jingled, indicating a post.

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