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  Amy stood in shock at his words. She already felt herself wavering. Could he be right? Was she that easy? And would one more time hurt anything, anyway?

  She stiffened her spine and continued on. "You can't treat me this way, Jake. You can't just come over here at ten at night and expect me to do what you want. It's just not right."

  "This was your choice, Amy." His voice was rough. "I could have been wining and dining you for ten weeks now. You didn't want that. You pushed me away. You don't want any kind of a relationship with me. Fine. I accept that. So we do it your way. We screw each other, and then I go home. Very simple, babe." He pushed off the door and started toward her.

  Amy began to hyperventilate. She held up a hand to ward him off. "Wait." God, they were back to this again. Stalking and retreating. "This isn't right. We can't just scratch an itch!" she yelled.

  "Yeah, we can. Absolutely. Scratch this Goddamn itch. Look, you're obviously not sleeping with anyone, and I'm not sleeping with anyone right now." He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. Moved them up and encircled her neck. Pressed slightly, then pressed harder. Watched her eyes widen and her breath catch. "We'll be fuck buddies." He slid one hand to her butt, the other reached down and lightly cupped a breast. "Have you ever had a fuck buddy, sweetheart?"

  Amy tried to answer, but was consumed by the feel and scent of him. Her insides were turning to mush and her thighs were quivering for him already. She managed to shake her head in a negative motion.

  "No?" He slid his thumb back and forth across her nipple. "Well, the concept is simple. We fuck each other's brains out." His hand clenched her butt. "No dating." He reached down between them and unsnapped his jeans. "No dinners." He pushed up her nightgown and pulled her panties to one side.

  Amy's stomach clenched in anticipation. That quickly, her body became his again.

  Jake continued the soft seduction. "No commitment." He put his finger in her slit and opened her up. "No relationship." He made an adjustment to his jeans and maneuvered his swollen penis to her soft, wet opening. He pressed her clit and slowly started pushing into her. He stopped at about an inch and reached down and lifted her chin so that her eyes tangled with his. "Yeah, it's good between us, isn't babe? I can feel you creaming for me. So soft and juicy."

  He pushed in a bit and waited. Her eyes closed. "No. That's not allowed. Open those pretty eyes for me." Amy did. "That's good. You go to my head so fast babe. You want all of it? I want to give you all of it." His voice was brutal.

  "Y-yes, all of it." She strained against him.

  She hung there, panting, waiting for him to push it all the way in. But he wasn't through instructing her yet. "There's just one rule, babe. One little rule. I only fuck you, and you only fuck me. Nobody else fucks you." He pushed it in another inch and stopped. "Nobody. Else. Fucks. You." He punched out the words as he pushed all the way in. When he was seated in her completely, he stilled and demanded, "Understand?"

  "Y-yes." Amy was completely mindless. Totally in his control.

  The moment she agreed, he pushed his tongue in her mouth and started hammering at her. In seconds, they both exploded in mutual delight.

  ****

  Amy took a few calming breaths while she adjusted her clothing. She couldn't deny the sex was incredible. Like the sex you read about in books. Unbelievable. She watched him pull off the soiled condom and was amazed. She never knew he put one on, and certainly never thought about birth control. She needed to get a grip. She cleared her throat. "You have your rule and I have m-my rule, okay?"

  He looked up from what he was doing. She was nervous. He already knew her well enough to sense that. She had no way of knowing that he would agree to about anything if she would just continue to accommodate him. She was a fever in his blood that hadn't even begun to cool off. He purposely blanked his expression and raised his eyebrows.

  "My daughter can't know about you." The words were firm and allowed for no compromise.

  He was irritated to feel a stab of relief. "No problem. I work the six to two shift. I have weekends off. How often does she go to Dallas?"

  "Once a month. I have to pick her up at six tomorrow night." Amy succeeded in keeping her voice monotone. This was sleazy enough without him knowing she was still breathless.

  Jake thought the timetable through. This was bullshit. They weren't damn teenagers sneaking around. "You get off from school at what three-thirty?" At the inclination of her head, he continued, his voice getting sharper. "And then Kayla gets home from high school. When the hell are we supposed to make this work? I'm not going a Goddamn month before seeing you again."

  Amy paused and considered what she would be inviting with her next statement. She couldn't make up her mind, so she just dove right in. "She has band practice until five-thirty every day. She catches the late bus home from school. It drops her off at six."

  Satisfaction clawed through Jake. This was going to work. Visions of afternoons spent in her bed pummeled his brain. Erotic images of the way she looked with her legs spread wide and his mouth between them inundated his senses.

  He whipped out his cell phone and asked for her number. After keying it in, he asked, "Your phone is private? I don't have to worry about her picking it up and reading a text?"

  "I'll take care of it. I've already been guarding it pretty well because Renee can be quite risqué. Don't worry. We can text back and forth to make plans." Amy couldn't believe this was happening. Exactly like her dreams!

  Jake stared at her. Jesus Christ! How innocent could she be? Had she ever even heard the term 'sexting?' "Okay, I'll send you a text later so you'll have my number." He paused and his eyes penetrated hers. "This is going to be good, sweetheart." He kissed her on the lips and turned and left.

  Amy locked the door and stood standing in the front hall in a trance. She lifted her fingers to her lips and touched them where he had left that final, gentle kiss. And it had been gentle. Nothing like any of the other kisses had been. Those had all been rough. Possessive. Sexual. This kiss was soothing, warm, and tender. So tender. Did he realize how he had kissed her?

  Her cell phone beeped and she went to pick it up. She looked at the screen and read, "1-800-bud-fuck."

  Gentle? Hell no, he was despicable!

  Chapter Five

  Amy didn't hear from him the rest of the weekend. She refused to waste so much as a second thinking about someone who was by his own definition just her 'fuck buddy.'

  She spent Sunday shopping and browsing. When she found herself in the lingerie department, she figured she might as well go for it. There was really no reason not to have him salivating. She splurged and bought seven new sets of bras and panties. Every color of the rainbow. Lots of silk and lace. Since she had no idea how often she would see him, she figured she needed a system of rotating her pretty new things.

  After picking Kayla up at the airport, they stopped for salads at a local restaurant. Her daughter seemed more subdued than usual, and she asked her if anything was wrong.

  "Mom, I really don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it. I think Dad's getting married." Her young face was grim.

  Amy was surprised when she felt nothing. Nothing but a twinge that her daughter seemed unhappy. "And is that bad, sweetie? You've had your father to yourself for a long time. This will be different for you, won't it?"

  Kayla's head jerked up from the meal she was picking at. "You mean that you don't care? You don't mind that he's got a serious girlfriend and might marry her?"

  Amy thought about it. "No, I don't mind. You know that I don't hate your Dad, Kayla. I don't mind him finding happiness. But, I don't want you upset by it."

  "I'm not upset. I like Meagan. She's cool. And she makes Dad happy. I don't want him to be alone. I worry about him when he's all by himself in Dallas."

  "That's sweet, baby. Everything's okay, then. And I don't want you to feel guilty that you like Meagan. You're my daughter, but you've got enough love for everyone. I'm ok
ay with it." Amy was glad that what she was saying was true. It certainly made things easier.

  "Great, Mom. Now all we have to do is find a guy for you!" Her daughter's young voice was excited.

  Amy tried not to react. "Maybe. Someday."

  ****

  When Amy pulled her car into her driveway after school on Monday, there was a big, black pickup truck sitting in front of her house. Trepidation and turbulence swirled through her. She pushed her garage door opener and while she waited for the door to lift up, she saw Jake get out of his truck. She flicked her eyes forward and started to pull into the garage. She wanted to hurry and get to the front door so her nosy neighbors wouldn't see him.

  She pushed the button again to close the door and at the same time stepped out of her car. She had maybe thirty seconds of light before the fluorescent bulbs were shut off by the automatic timer. She reached the door that connected to her kitchen just as the light went out.

  Hard, strong hands gripped her from behind. She choked off a scream as she realized that Jake had slipped in the garage behind her. Strong arms caged her against the door.

  Jake felt her collapse against him and he put his mouth on her neck. "Shh, shh. You know it's me." He bit softly as he crossed his arms around her and palmed a breast in each hand. God, she went to his head so fast. He remembered seeing her in this long purple skirt and flat black shoes before. It turned him on then, and it was turning him on now. Damn, he really needed to get it with this little teacher. It had taken every bit of control he had not to come back to her house Sunday morning. The damn wanting was getting worse.

  Amy felt him inundating her and thought she might drown in delirium. This was as close as it could possibly get to her fantasies. She was getting to live her fantasy. It was amazing. She opened her eyes to almost complete blackness. There were only bits of light coming in from outside, and they were facing away from it. She reached out for doorknob.

  "No." His order was low, but irrefutable. She went limp in his arms. Her head fell back against his chest. "That's right." He moved one hand down to her stomach and caressed her there. "Unzip your skirt, Amy."

  Amy snuggled back into his arms and rubbed her backside against him, trying to get closer. God, he smelled so good. Excitement screamed through her. She moved her hands back and slid them over his steel thighs.

  "Did you hear me? Unzip your skirt." His voice was rough.

  Amy struggled to control her racing emotions and let his voice penetrate the buzz in her head. She reached down with shaking fingers and unzipped her skirt.

  "Good. Now step out of it." Jake steadied her as she swayed. She pushed the skirt down her hips and stepped out of it. He moved his hand to her crotch. Liquid heat warmed his hand. He slid one finger under her panties and began running it up and down her slit. She gasped. "Now turn around." He didn't wait for her to turn. He swirled her around until she was facing him.

  "Good girl." He praised her like she had managed a great feat. "Now undo my fly." His hands moved to cup her buttocks. Amy fumbled with his fly. She couldn't find the strength. He grunted and moved his hands back between them until he had freed himself. "There's a condom in my front left pocket." Amy dug her hand in the wrong pocket. "Try the other pocket." She felt his hand sliding up and down the cleft of her buttocks and moaned. She finally managed to get the condom out. She held it in one hand while she reached down with the other and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing erection.

  He groaned and grabbed the back of her head by the hair. "Now put it on me." His words were slurred. Amy ripped the square package with her teeth and one hand. She put the condom to the head of his penis and tried to roll it. It wouldn't go. "It won't go on." She was too excited to be embarrassed.

  Through a black haze of passion, Jake felt a jab of tenderness somewhere in the region of where his heart should be. "Turn it over, sweetheart." She did, and it rolled right on. He swung her around until she was facing the hood of her car. "Bend over." His voice was guttural.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her butt in the air. Her arms fell forward and her hands landed on the hood of her car. She hung there in anticipation while he spread her legs out to his satisfaction. He lowered her feet back to the floor, now as wide as they would go. He slipped one large finger inside her and moved the other hand around to shove under her blouse and bra. He pinched her nipple. She rained juice all over his finger and hand. "Ahh, yeah, babe. That's it. You want to come like this, or you want it in you?" He could barely manage a coherent thought, much less speak in full sentences. She was so soft and fine in his arms. He moved his penis to the cleft of her ass and started rubbing it up and down.

  She panted in his arms. She was so close. It didn't matter. Either way, she was fixing to come.

  "I want it in you." He removed his finger and plunged into her from behind. He slammed against her three times and she screamed as her eyes glazed over and she crested the sun. He gripped her harder and followed her over the precipice.

  They stayed in that position for a few minutes while they came back down to earth. Then he picked her up and carried her into the house. "The bathroom?" She pointed down the hall and he moved in that direction. He sat her on the closed toilet lid and moved to the vanity. He found a washcloth in a basket and ran warm water over it. He turned and handed it to her. Her eyes looked wounded. He grabbed a cloth for himself and quickly cleaned up. When he turned back to her, she pointed to the door and said, "I have to pee."

  His mind went to the carnal position he had just had her in just five minutes before. He thought about arguing, but there was no reason. He turned and closed the door behind him, giving her the space and privacy she needed.

  Chapter Six

  Tuesday, Jake sat in his truck while he waited for her to show up. She was at least thirty minute late, by his estimation. He thought about texting her, but figured she was driving and wouldn't look at it anyway. It was getting close to four-thirty. Jake watched her driveway while the blood began a slow boil in his veins. The impatience he felt for her was a burn in his gut. He was already calculating how fast he could get her in the house and how soon he could reasonably sink into her. His erection was already pressing against his jeans.

  Finally, she pulled in. She glanced his way and saw him slam out of the truck. He followed her through to the garage. He opened her door for her and held out his hand. She hesitated only momentarily before putting her hand in his. He brought her to her feet next to him. "Where the hell have you been?" His words were low and controlled.

  Amy turned and retrieved a stack of manila folders from her car. She put them in his arms. "I have after school duty every Tuesday. Geez, Jake." She rolled her eyes at him. "Impatient, much?" She shouldered past him and went in the house, feeling him hot on her heels.

  He dropped the files on the counter and turned to reach for her. "Yeah, I'm impatient. And you will be too when I tell you what's about to happen." He watched her eyes widen and felt a fine tremor in her body. Yeah, he liked this. He reached out and touched her collarbone with the tip of one finger.

  "W-what's going to happen?" Her heart skipped a beat.

  He pulled her hand up between their bodies and laced his fingers with hers. His words were slow and deep. "Just a little something we're going to call 'Ladies Choice.' Her hand gripped his tighter as she reached up to pull his mouth down to hers.

  Wednesday, Amy received a text from him that read, 'Situation here. Catch up later.'

  Panic exploded through her. He was in danger! Her breath was coming in ragged gulps as flashes of lights, sirens and ambulances flashed through her head in an imagery that was both painful in its intensity and upsetting to her state of mind.

  She knew she couldn't handle this. No way. She couldn't keep this up. The worry and anxiety would kill her.

  She attempted to put it out of her mind until Kayla got home to take her attention away from the many possibilities. She made them a light meal and they shared it before her d
aughter went off to her room to do her homework.

  It was just past seven when the worry came back in full force. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She couldn't stop the worry. What would it hurt if she texted him? She grabbed her phone. 'u ok?' That was simple enough. If he didn't like it, oh well. She didn't want this damn thing between them anyway.

  Her phone vibrated. Well, thank God he could at least answer her text. Relief poured through her. 'Sure. What's up?' Anger simmered through her veins. This was his fault. This was his fault that she was a mess. She didn't need this in her life. She felt like punching him. Now she was left having to compose a text that wouldn't make her seem like a bunny boiler. Crap.

  Keep it simple, Amy. She knew she only had a minute to think it through, or he would know she was having difficulties replying. Damn. She wasn't good at this game. She started keying. 'Nothing. All's good.' She pressed send and grabbed her purse.

  She tapped on her daughter's door. "Kayla, I have to run to Wal-Mart. Do you need anything?"

  ****

  Amy pulled up outside of Jake's house and saw that the lights were on. She really didn't have any time to waste before she had to get back home. She flung off her seatbelt and opened the car door.

  What happened next wasn't how she played it out in her brain. He opened the door and took one look at her standing there and grabbed her and pulled her inside. His mouth swooped down on hers and she felt his tongue thrust deep. He devoured her with his mouth and Amy felt her knees start to give out on her. No! This wasn't the way this was supposed to go.

  "How'd you get away?" His slurred words barely penetrated her brain as he moved his mouth to her neck and started biting and sucking. His hands were pushing her tee-shirt up and over her head.

  She saw what they were doing, as if from a distance. The intensity of need and the dark swirl of desire consumed them both. My God, they were having an affair! Everything was all true, just as he described it. They were fuck buddies, they weren't dating, they were secretly sleeping with each other, and they were doing it every chance they got.