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She’d loved his brother with all her heart,
but their married life hadn’t been all poems and roses. They’d argued, of
course, on different topics, including sex. She’d wanted it more often than him
and it had bugged him. He hadn’t been able to understand and she hadn’t been
able to explain it to him.

She’d stopped reading romance novels
because the sex scenes made her horny and he was always too tired or too
stressed at work.
Oh God, I have to stop thinking about him!

“All right, honey?” Jared’s whiskers
scraped the sensitive skin of her lower back.

“Yeah.” She gulped. “It’s not gonna hurt,
is it?”

“I’ll do my very best not to hurt you, Sara.”

“But?”

He chuckled. “If you want to take this to
the next level, it will probably hurt, yes. The beads shouldn’t though. Okay?”

“Okay.” She could do this. She’d wanted to
try this for so long, after all. “I’m ready.”

“No, you’re not,” he replied straight away.
“Not by a long mile.”

If she could have turned around, she would
have, because his tone was almost gleeful and she really wanted to see the look
in his eyes. Instead, she pressed her face against the smooth coverlet and
closed her eyes. She’d let him do his thing for now. He was the expert here,
wasn’t he?

“Relax, honey. I won’t bite. Much.”

“Not helpful, Jared!”

He laughed, the sound still echoing in the
room when his hands landed on her ass. He spread her cheeks open, just like
earlier, but this time he could see it all. She frowned at the thought of the
view he now had, shame and embarrassment warring inside her. “So lovely,” she
heard him mutter, and just like that she was back in the moment.

When his tongue flicked across her clit,
she yelped, but still widened her thighs. She knew what he was doing. She could
almost hear him think ahead. He was going to make her come a few times, all
this to relax her and ready her for his first tentative touches. And then he’d
up the ante and start playing with her rose. He’d slide one finger in, another,
getting her used to that strange pressure before grabbing the beads and
inserting them inside her.

“Fuck,” she mumbled against the covers. She
was turning herself on!

She did congratulate herself minutes later,
however, when he did exactly what she’d thought he would. It felt strange to
have something inside her
there,
but he’d been right, it didn’t hurt.

Considering this had been a fantasy of hers
for years, she should have been grateful. And she was, sure, but when he pushed
the first bead inside her, she grasped the covers with tense fingers and
focused on her breathing instead.

She was scared. She nearly hit herself
upside the head at the realization. She’d been the one to ask for it! How
stupid could she be?

She was so busy inwardly insulting herself
that she missed the last bead entering her. It was only when he dropped a soft
kiss on her right butt cheek and said, “Now, for the fun part…” that she
noticed.

And notice she did. Probably because he did
something completely unexpected. He slid her other toy inside her pussy, the
dual stimulation so intense she cried out. “Jared!”

“I did say I would make it good for you,
sweetheart.”

“Oh God.” Her voice broke. Her hips rocked
up when he slid the curved wand out of her. Then he was pressing it inside her
once more, rotating the silky head against that spot, the one he’d found
earlier. The one that always made her see stars.
Yes, just like that
,
she thought as she groaned.

“Good?” he asked, his tone almost amused.

“Ye-yes.”

“Want more?”

“Please!”

“More of the toy or more of me?” As if he
wasn’t certain she wasn’t too far gone to understand his meaning, he pressed
his erection against her hip. His cock felt blazing hot, almost branding her
sensitive skin. “What do you want, Sara?”

It wasn’t even a question. She thought of
having him inside her, him and the beads together inside her, and grew faint.
“You!”
Always you
, she added inwardly.

Seconds later the toy slid out of her and
she heard it land softly on the carpeted floor. Then Jared was there, the head
of his cock pushing against her entrance as he forced himself inside her, again
and again, until the whole length of him pulsed against her overstretched
walls.

He growled something unintelligible, his
hands on her hips pulling her higher, the plastic end of the beads pressed
tight between their bodies.

“Ohh,” she moaned when he started
thrusting. She’d missed him, even though it’d only been hours at most since
she’d felt him inside her. It was crazy that he would feel so perfect.
Why
him?
she asked herself, her head hanging down, long strands of hair
slapping her face when his rhythm accelerated.

When he pulled on the beads and one popped
out, she screamed. He didn’t stop, however, focused on his task. What was even more
incredible was that he was still rocking inside her, the sensations familiar
and strange at the same time. A second bead popped out of her. Her rose burnt,
but it felt good. Amazing even.

“Again?” she asked him, her voice shaky.

“Like it?”

“Yes. Yes!” She understood then why people
did that, what Mike had never figured out. The pleasure was overwhelming and
she knew it was all thanks to Jared and his clever body. Clever ideas too.

When his cock rammed into her and bumped
into her spot on its upward move, it started a conflagration inside her. Heat,
so much heat, everywhere. Inside and out. In her pussy, her ass, everywhere. It
was all encompassing, making her lose sight of reality as her orgasm carried
her somewhere she’d never been before.

She let go and fell on the bed, her body
weightless even as it still shot sparks. Her limbs jerked every few seconds,
but neither noticed, especially not Jared, who shouted her name then and spent
himself deep inside her.

He’d bitten her neck, he thought as he
finally moved off her minutes later. He had no energy left, his breath still
coming out in sharp pants. He couldn’t believe they’d done that. He could still
feel her pussy clenched tight around his pounding cock, hear her screams when
he’d pulled on the beads and had watched her rose widen. She’d been so fucking
hot, unlike any woman he’d ever bedded before.

She was Sara, his ex-sister-in-law. She was
his fantasy and now his reality.

She was his.

He wouldn’t give her a choice, not in this.
He’d make her understand because, he told himself, there was no way he could
ever live without her.
No
, he amended inwardly. There was no way they
could ever go back to being friends or family. She was his lover now and soon
she’d be more. A whole lot more.

* * * * *

It was the morning after the morning after.
This time, however, Jared was inside her kitchen and he was cooking her
breakfast…wearing only jeans. His bare feet peeked out from the frayed cuffs
and she couldn’t help but admire them. They looked somewhat incongruous on the
old tiled floor, but they were his and they were damn cute.

“What’cha looking at?”

She looked up to find him openly smirking
at her. “Your feet,” she replied.

“What’s wrong with them?”

Sara almost giggled when he stared down at
his toes and wiggled them. “They’re cute, that’s all.”

“I have cute feet?”

“Yup. To be fair, you have cute
everything.” Her tone was matter-of-fact as she rounded the table and grabbed
her usual chair. She sat down and smiled when he slid a red-peppers-and-ham
omelette onto her plate. “Thanks.”

“Cute everything. That’s nice. What you’re
really saying, though, is that I’m hot, right?”

This time she laughed out loud. “Yes,
Jared, you’re really hot. Now eat.”

“Yes ma’am. Just checking, you know. I
wouldn’t like you to feel short-changed or something.”

“I don’t think I’d ever feel like that
because of you.”

Her voice had been low, but he’d heard her.
Grabbing her hand, he squeezed her fingers and said, “Thank you. Sara, I—” The
doorbell rang, cutting him off.

She groaned, “What now?” and stood up.
Tugging her long t-shirt down and making sure it more or less covered her, she
opened her front door and froze. “Tom, hi.”

“Good morning, dear
neighbor
. I thought maybe you’d like a ride to church later. What do you
say?”

She thought of what everyone would say if
she turned up in Tom the farmer’s truck. He was a very nice man, but she’d been
trying to make him understand for months now that she wasn’t interested…and
never would be. “Hmm, that’s nice of you. Very, huh,
neighborly
, but I’m fine.”

She hadn’t planned on going to church
today. To be exact, she hadn’t been there in a year, not since God had failed
her and taken Mike away from her. She bit her lower lip at the thought and
forced a smile on her face. “Have a good Sunday, Tom.” She grabbed the door and
took a step back, but he didn’t take the hint.

Instead he moved forward, almost as if he
was going to kiss her.

“Eek,” she squealed.

A tanned arm shot from behind her and
tugged her against a hard chest. “Sorry, Tommy, but as you can see, we’re a bit
busy here.”

Sara watched the farmer’s eyes almost pop
out of their sockets at the sight of a half-naked Jared. “Oh, oh. I didn’t… I
never… I just thought, you know, she opened the door only wearing this and, you
know. Oh damn. I, huh, I should go.”

“Have a good day!” Jared called out over
her head and they both watched Tom hurry to his truck and peel out of her
driveway.

“That wasn’t very nice.” She turned around
and looked up.

His hands found her hips, anchoring her
into his embrace, almost as if he was afraid she was going to push him away. “I
wasn’t in the mood to play nice. He was going to plant one on you!”

“I… I guess so.”

“Has he been harassing you?”

“No.” She shook her head. “He’s just not
good at taking hints. He’s nice though.”

“How nice?” She rolled her eyes and neatly
side-stepped him. Hearing the door bang shut behind her, she walked back to the
kitchen and took her earlier seat. “You didn’t answer me,” he growled, his
palms finding her shoulders this time.

“Come on, Jared, you know me. Stop being
stupid.”

“I’m stupid?” He sat down opposite her,
pushing her plate closer to her. “Eat. You need sustainment.”

“I do?” She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“We used a lot of calories last night…and I
have big plans for today too.”

“Oh.” She swore her face turned bright red.
Even though they’d done incredible things over the past hours, even though he’d
seen her naked, had touched and caressed and licked every single inch of her
body, he still managed to make her blush.
Damn, the man is good
.

“Wanna know what those plans are?” he
teased, his gaze finding hers. Lust and something else were there, but before
she could discern what it was, her doorbell rang again.

Jared roared, “I’m going to fucking kill
him!”

She watched as he left the room, calling
out after him that he couldn’t open the door like this, that it was her house.
She arrived in the front hall just in time to hear the end of his tirade,
“Don’t you understand what being busy means? Do I need to make myself clearer?
We’re having sex here. Good sex! So take your fucking truck and never come
back.” A pause, then, “Mom?”

What?
Sara
pushed past him and looked into her former mother-in-law’s widened eyes.
Shit!

She watched as Shirley hooked her purse
higher on her shoulder and said, “I don’t drive a truck, dear. You should know
that, as you bought me my car.”

“Mom, shit. I mean, sorry. This wasn’t
meant for you. I thought you were Sara’s
neighbor
.”

“Which one?”

“Huh, Tommy Dean.”

“Oh. He’s been after Sara for months now.”

“Yes, she just told me that.”

“So I guess I should leave and come back
later.” Shirley’s gaze took in their half-undressed states. “I… I just wanted
to make sure you were doing all right, Sara. I mean, I knew how difficult this
weekend would be. For all of us.”

Oh no. Sara leaned forward and took the
older woman’s hands in hers. “Thank you. I… Do you want to come in?”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“It’s okay.”

“If you’re sure.” Shirley followed her
inside, but only after looking at her son and seeing him nod. They all walked
to the kitchen, the atmosphere completely different from what it had been only
minutes earlier.

Mike’s ghost was back. Jared could feel it,
almost as if his brother still lived in this house, still lived, for that
matter. He quickly excused himself and went to put a shirt on, avoiding his
reflection in the bedroom mirror. He didn’t want to look at himself. He didn’t
want to acknowledge what had happened, or rather, what could have happened.