Reckless in Moonlight (12 page)

Buried deep, he paused to permit her to adjust to his size, then slowly withdrew and eased in. Gentle and slow. In and out. Lon ground his teeth. Whether she did it deliberately or her own clenching pussy assumed command, he didn’t know. But her muscles contracted in ripples around him, and he lost it.

The heat, the wetness, the tightness wrested control from his grasp, and with a hoarse cry of ecstasy, he pounded into her, rotating his hips on each inward plunge. Her slickened muscles pulsed, and the anal plug stroked the underside of his cock through the thin dividing membrane.

Dana screamed, her entire body stiffening, the ripples in her cunt turning to spasms as her own orgasm shuddered through her body.

A flash of fire and light exploded in his body, condensed, and then exploded again. Lon shouted her name and came, shooting what felt like buckets of cum into her eager twat. Lon collapsed and crushed her into the sofa. He grabbed her hands and squeezed.
My woman.

Chapter Seven

The silence of late evening had descended on the deserted street when Lon let himself out of Dana’s house. He grinned when he spied Dana’s panties on her doorstep. He snagged the lacy scrap, brought it to his nose, inhaled the scent of her arousal, and then shoved it into his pocket.

Lon shook his head in bemusement at his behavior. His obsession with the sexy divorcée was so complete, he was now sniffing and stealing her underwear.

Damn if he hadn’t turned into a perv—but a happy perv. He chuckled as he strolled to his car. Other roadside automobiles had disappeared, leaving his alone under the street lamp.

“Lon?” The hushed call caused his hand to freeze on the door handle. “Is that you?”

“Hi, Dad.” Lon turned as his father approached with a bag of garbage in hand.

“I thought I recognized your car, but then you didn’t come in.”

Lon observed as his father took in his hair, wet from a shower, and the location of his car before flicking his gaze to Dana’s house. His father arched his eyebrows. “I see.”

Lon straightened his shoulders.

“Come inside for a moment, son.”

“All right.” The concern on his father’s face, rather than the parental command, convinced Lon to agree. He walked alongside his dad, waited as he deposited the trash in the side-yard enclosure, then followed him into the house.

A single lamp glowed in his parents’ comfortable living room. His mom, in her summer robe and slippers, was bent over the coffee table straightening magazines. “I think the boys finally have settled down,” she said without looking up.

“Not all of all them, Linda,” Lon’s dad said.

“What are you talking about?” She rubbed at a mark on the table with her finger.

“Look who I found outside.”

His mother spun around. “Lon!” Her face lit with a delighted smile.

“Hi, Mom. I was…in the neighborhood.” Lon hugged her and kissed her cheek.

“I’m so glad you stopped by.” She patted the side of his head. “Your hair is wet.”

“I went for a swim.”

A thunder of pounding feet resounded from the hallway, and a weariness flitted over his mother’s face before she masked it. Seconds later, the twins bounded into the living room. “Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie!” As if shot from a catapult, the two boys launched themselves at Lon. He caught them midair and slung them over his shoulders, one in each arm.

“Hey, guys!” Lon peered at his mother over their backs and mouthed the word, “Sorry.”

“They missed you,” she said with a shrug of acceptance.

The twins wiggled as they clutched his neck in a dual chokehold, chattering in a series of non sequiturs as they relived their camping trip on fast-forward.

“Jeff dropped his s’more in the fire.”

“A mosquito bit me.”

“Braden sat on some ants and had ants in his pants.”

“We saw deer poop.”

“We swam in the lake.”

“I like hot dogs.”

“It was really dark at night.”

“I cut my finger.”

Only their bodies moved faster than their mouths. In continuous motion, they wiggled and squirmed. Lon tugged at the arms wrapped around his neck. “Ease up a little, guys, okay? I feel like I’m being strangled by a couple of boa constrictors.”

The boys reared back their heads and stared at each other. “Ralph!” they shouted in unison.

“You have to see Ralph!” Jeff yelled.

Two sets of legs flailed, and Lon grunted as a foot missed his balls by a mere inch.

“Put us down,” Braden ordered.

With no measure of small relief, Lon complied, and his brothers galloped down the hall, yelling for Ralph.

“Who’s Ralph?” Lon glanced from his mother to his father.

“You’ll see,” his father answered while his mother moved several steps toward the kitchen.

The boys reappeared, Jeff clutching a foot-long garter snake. Lon’s mom recoiled, and his father quickly stepped between her and the snake.

Jeff thrust the reptile into Lon’s face. “This is Ralph. Here. You can hold him, Lonnie.”

Lon took the slim yellow and black snake. Its tongue darted out, sensing the air. “Where’d you get this guy?” he asked. He’d snared his quota of garter snakes and lizards as a kid and knew his mother’s aversion to reptiles. Even turtles barely passed muster.

“At Eversome,” Braden said. “Isn’t he awesome?”

“Awesome,” Lon agreed. “I’ll bet you guys played with him all day, didn’t you?”

The twins bobbed their heads vigorously.

“I thought so.” Lon passed the snake to Braden. “I think you guys tired him out. Why don’t you put him away now so he can get some sleep.”

“Okay,” they chimed and ran to their room.

Lon eyed his mother’s white face. “I’m surprised you let them bring a snake home.”

“Ralph was a stowaway who I suspect had inside accomplices, although they deny it.” Lon’s father hugged his wife. “I explained to Braden and Jeff that Ralph might be missing Lake Eversome, and they shouldn’t be surprised or upset if some day he went home.”

“He did seem a little homesick.” Lon played along, guessing Ralph would be heading for “home” sooner rather than later.

“Who’s homesick?” Jeff asked as he careened into the living room with Braden on his heels.

“Ralph. He seemed a little sad,” Lon answered.

“No, he’s not. He loves us. He likes living here,” Braden insisted.

“You know what, boys? It’s getting late. Why don’t I take you back to bed?” Lon suggested. His father had called him in, but Lon’s presence disrupted his mother’s much-needed peace and quiet.

After ten minutes, thirty questions, and one spit-promise to come back soon, Lon got the boys to settle down. He kissed their foreheads, verified the old fish aquarium that housed Ralph was secure, turned out the light, and rejoined his parents.

He entered the living room to find his mother yawning.

“Do you want something to eat? To drink?” she asked.

Lon shook his head. “I’m fine.” He embraced her in a quick hug. “I can’t stay long. I got an early rotation.”

His father looked at Lon’s mother. “Why don’t you go on to bed? I’ll be in soon. I’m just going to catch up a bit with Lon.”

His mother nodded and stifled another yawn with her hand. She kissed Lon’s cheek and left. Lon and his father waited as she disappeared down the hall.

“Beer?” his father asked when the master-bedroom door clicked shut.

“Sure.” Lon shrugged, playing it cool the way he had when he was teenager living at home and his father would ask, “Soda?” in a way that indicated the focus of conversation was going to be anything but casual.

In the kitchen, his dad removed two cans from the fridge, handed one to Lon, and took a seat in the breakfast alcove. Lon popped the top and knocked back a gulp, then pulled out a chair, turned it around, and straddled it.

“How’s work?” His father opened his beer.

“Busy. How was the camping trip?”

“Fun. But it’s good to be home. By day three, your mother and I had had our fill of camping, but Braden and Jeff were only warming up.” His father twisted his mouth with wry humor.

Lon chuckled in sympathy.

“Your mother refuses to unfavorably compare her children, but you weren’t nearly as rambunctious, and there was only one of you.”

His father lifted his beer and took a swallow. He set the can on a paper napkin he’d plucked from a holder on the table. “You’re a man now, in charge of your life. Your mother and I are very proud of you. You’ve made good decisions.”

Up until now
. It wasn’t Lon’s imagination that added the unspoken qualifier. Over his bifocals, his father’s blue eyes beamed with the assessment capability of an MRI scanner. Lon held his gaze, noting absently his father’s formerly blond hair, which had darkened to brown over the years, was now threaded with silver, although it was as thick as ever. A spray of lines radiated outward from the corner of his father’s eyes, but overall he was a handsome man who still turned the ladies’ heads when he entered a room.

“I know what I’m doing,” Lon said.

“Have you been seeing her long?”

“A few weeks.” Lon rubbed his palms over his thighs. He remembered how smooth and soft Dana’s thighs had felt against his legs as he’d pounded into her from behind. By taking control, he had lost it. Dana had unleashed a new side of him. He thought of the underwear in his pocket, and he pressed his lips together to keep from grinning.

His father nodded as if considering the information. “She’s an attractive woman.”

Only in a sizzling, cock-throbbing way. “Yes.”

“Where do you see this relationship going?”

“I don’t know.” Though his feelings for Dana ran deep, he hadn’t put words to them or vocalized them. But when he did, Dana—and not his father—would be the first to hear them. Lon shrugged, lifting his hands palms up before closing one around the beer and toying with the can. “It’s only been a couple of weeks.”

“So it’s just a casual thing?” His father’s voice slightly rose on a hopeful note.

Lon shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Your mother says when she was single, she had a policy of never dating anyone she couldn’t see herself marrying. You can’t predict when a casual relationship will turn serious, so starting out with the right person prevents problems later.”

Lon gripped the beer and decided to address the real issue. “I don’t see our age difference as a problem.”

“You know how Braden and Jeff look up to you. During the camping trip, they talked about you nonstop, collected things to show you. And you’re great with them—you’re a natural with kids.”

Lon plucked at the metal tab, unsure where his father was going.

“Does Dana want to have more kids? Would Dana be
able
to have children?”

“For God’s sake, Dad!” Lon knocked back a slug of his beer and slammed the can on the table. “I only started seeing her, and you’re imagining us having kids together.” As much as he doted on his younger brothers, Lon wasn’t sure he wanted kids of his own, although he hadn’t given it much thought because he’d been so focused on his career.

He twisted his mouth, fighting irritation. “This is so premature. But since you brought it up, remember Mom was almost Dana’s age when she got pregnant with Braden and Jeff.” He didn’t volunteer Dana had had her tubes tied. Tubal ligation could be surgically reversed, but by the time he was ready to have kids—
if
he decided he wanted them—Dana would be menopausal. Most likely another child was not in her future.

“I’m saying it’s something to consider.”

“Consider it considered. What else is bothering you?” Lon fixed a challenging stare at his dad and waited for the other objections. If he knew his father as well as he thought he did, he was sure he had them.

“She’s still married.” A catch in his dad’s voice indicated he’d gotten to his real concern.

Lon relaxed. Of all the possible objections, this one carried the least weight. Lon shook his head. “She’s legally separated. The divorce will be final any day now.”

“A marriage isn’t over until it’s over.”

“It’s over.” Lon dismissed the concern with a wave. “Her
ex-husband
has a girlfriend. That’s why the marriage ended—he left her for another woman.”

His father stared out the kitchen window for a long moment. In the darkened glass, his expression turned grim, and then he sighed. “Remember the summer after your junior year of college?” He turned his gaze back to Lon. “You were undecided whether to work or go backpacking across country. Your mother and I encouraged you to go with your friends.”

“Yeah.” Lon frowned at the change of subject, at the old history. “You told me there would always be time to work, but I shouldn’t pass up the opportunity to gain new life experiences.”

“Your mother and I were going through some new life experiences ourselves. But not positive ones.”

“What do you mean?”

His father stared over the rims of his glasses. “We were in the process of divorcing.”

“What?” Lon’s jaw dropped. “No way.” He shook his head in disbelief.

His father’s chest expanded with his breath, and the corners of his mouth drooped. “We got as close as a couple can get without signing the papers. It was ugly and very bitter. The only thing we could agree on was that we didn’t want you affected by the acrimony. Your mother stayed in the house, and I, uh, moved out.”

Lon couldn’t have been more stunned if his dad had announced he wasn’t his father but an alien transported from the mother ship to possess Bart Corbin’s body. “I don’t know what to say.”

Lon tossed his head to clear the fog from his brain. “This floors me.” His parents’ unity had been the rock of his childhood. They were a team. They were the
poster
couple for successful marriage. Everyone touted their union as the example of what matrimony could be. And though the marital difficulties had occurred years ago and he had been unaffected at the time, the revelation hit him now like a racquetball to the head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Your mother didn’t want you to know, and after everything that had occurred, I respected her wishes. We wanted to keep you out of it.”

Playing for time to collect his thoughts, Lon focused on the inconsequential, the mundane. “So you, what, like, got an apartment? He took a pull of his beer. It tasted bitter now.