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“Something like that.” She faced him again.
“I want to see the kitchen.”

“It’s this way.”

He headed toward the kitchen, Alaina by his
side. “You seem to know a lot about this house,” she said. “Why is that?”

“Remember what you said earlier about
teenagers breaking in here to drink or smoke pot or have sex?”

“Yes.”

“I was one of those teenagers.”

“Oh really?” Her eyes twinkled with
amusement. “Which did you do—drink, smoke pot, or have sex?”

“All of the above.”

“You wild thing.”

Rye shrugged. “I did it on a dare. I
wouldn’t have come in this house otherwise.”

“Why not?”

“Long story.” One he had no intention of
sharing with a woman he barely knew.

“Now I’m intrigued.”

They reached the kitchen, with its missing
cabinets, rotted woodwork, and gaping holes where appliances once stood.
Assessing the damage gave Rye the excuse not to comment to Alaina’s last
statement. Rye decided out of the rooms they’d seen so far, this one would need
the most work. There were holes in the floor big enough to hold a full-grown man.
“Damn. It looks like a tornado struck in here.” He looked at Alaina. She turned
in a slow circle again as she took in all the damage. “Are you sure you want to
mess with this?”

He expected to see defeat in her eyes when
she faced him again. Instead, excitement made her eyes glow. “I absolutely want
to mess with this. It’ll be stunning when all the work is done.”

“You have more faith than I do.”

“I trust my contractor.”

Her words surprised him. “Alaina, you don’t
know me.”

“You’ll soon learn I’m very meticulous and
careful. I don’t do anything without thoroughly researching it. I checked out
your company, Rye. I told you when we met that Coleman Construction has an
outstanding reputation. I wouldn’t have hired you otherwise.” The excitement in
her eyes faded and she bit her bottom lip again. “You haven’t changed your mind
about doing this, have you?”

“No. If you still want to fix up this
house, I’ll do it. That is, if Bella agrees to sell it.”

“Why wouldn’t she? The house certainly
isn’t any good to her this way. If she’d wanted to fix it up, she would’ve done
it by now.”

“She’s a bitter old woman, Alaina. She
might hold onto this house simply because you want it.”

“That wouldn’t be very smart, business
wise.”

“She doesn’t need the money.”

Her shoulders slumped. He saw defeat in her
eyes this time, but it lasted only a moment. She lifted her chin and
straightened her shoulders. “Then I’ll have to convince her to sell it to me
even though she doesn’t need the money. Piece of cake.”

Rye chuckled. If anyone could convince
Bella Olinghouse to do something she didn’t want to do, he believed Alaina
could. “Do you want to see the upstairs?”

Alaina grinned. “Absolutely.”

“There are stairs through that door.”

She scurried from the kitchen with Rye
right behind her. “Be careful,” he called out when she started up the steps.
“Those stairs probably aren’t sturdy.”

He heard the loud crack when she touched
the fourth tread. She grabbed for the railing, which broke as soon as she
grasped it. She squealed and fell backward…right into Rye’s arms.

One arm wrapped across her abdomen, one
across her breasts. Rye automatically clutched her to keep her from falling.
Her plump breast overflowed his hand.

Rye’s cock responded to the feel of
Alaina’s nipple in his palm. He closed his eyes as he imagined unhooking her
bra and letting her breasts fall into his hands. They’d be warm and soft,
except for her nipples. The pink tips would grow firm when he caressed them
with his thumbs, then his tongue.

Rye gently lifted her down from the steps
and helped her stand on the solid floor, her back to his chest. She didn’t
move, she didn’t try to pull away from him. The fact that she was his customer
and he didn’t mix business with pleasure meant he shouldn’t take this any
further. He should release her right now and continue the tour of the house.

Instead, he tightened his arms around her
and gently squeezed her breast.

She whimpered.

That sound traveled straight to his cock.
He had a full erection in only seconds. He pressed his fly against her ass so
she could feel how strongly she affected him.

She dropped her head to his shoulder and
closed her eyes. Rye ran his tongue around the rim of her ear. He breathed
directly into her ear, and saw her throat work when she swallowed.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his
voice low.

She shook her head.

He nipped her earlobe and worked it between
his teeth. She whimpered again. “What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me,” she whispered.

Cradling both breasts in his palms, Rye
lifted and pressed them together as he thumbed the hardening nipples through
her shirt and bra. He heard Alaina’s breath catch. “Like this?”

“Yesssss.”

She arched her back and pushed her breasts
harder into his palms, her ass against his groin. Rye kneaded her breasts while
brushing his shaft back and forth across her buttocks. He plucked at her
nipples, rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Her breathing became heavier, deeper. Rye
continued to caress her breasts with one hand while he slowly slid the other
down her stomach. He stopped at the waistband of her jeans, unsure how far she
wanted him to go.

She answered his unasked question by
pushing his hand between her thighs. “Here. Touch me here.”

The heat of her pussy through her jeans
made Rye groan. He rubbed his fingers along the seam, using a firmer pressure
on her clit. Alaina dug her fingernails into his thighs and spread her legs
wider apart.

“That feels so good.”

It certainly did, but it wasn’t enough. He
needed to touch her without anything between his fingers and her silky flesh.

Unfastening her jeans, he tugged them and
her panties past her hips. He slid his hand between her thighs again, and
groaned once more at the feel of her creamy folds.

“Damn, you’re wet.”

He circled her clit with the tip of his
finger. Alaina moaned and gripped his thighs tighter. “Mmm, yes.”

Rye gathered her cream on his fingertips
and spread it over her clit. He circled it again, then rubbed back and forth.
She began to move her hips in time to his caresses.

“That’s the way.” He nipped her earlobe
again, nibbled on the side of her neck. “Take what you need.”

“I-I can’t.”

Her words made him hesitate a moment before
he continued the intimate caress. “I want to feel you come.”

“Rye, I…” Her voice trailed off.

“You what?” He pushed two fingers into her
channel and pressed upward. She gasped. He could feel the strain in her legs as
she tried to widen her stance. Rye wished he’d taken the time to completely
remove her jeans and panties before he touched her. He couldn’t stop now, not
when she was so aroused.

She didn’t answer him. He moved his fingers
over the sensitive spot inside her, pressing, caressing. Little sounds of
pleasure came from her throat. “Do you need more, Alaina? Do you need my
tongue?”

“Oh God!”

The walls of her pussy contracted around his
fingers. Her head fell forward and she trembled in his arms.

Rye waited until her body stilled before he
pulled his fingers from her body. She lifted her head in time to see him lick
her cream from them.

“I knew you’d be delicious.”

Fire flashed in her eyes again. “You are a
very sexy man, Rye Coleman.”

She turned, wrapped her arms around his
neck and kissed him.

That full lower lip had tempted him ever
since she’d walked into his office. He tugged it between his teeth, soothed the
bite with his tongue. He tickled each corner of her mouth with the tip of his
tongue before he thrust it into her mouth. She pulled it even farther into her
mouth and sucked on it.

He had to get inside her.

With his lips still pressed to hers, Rye
grasped Alaina’s ass and lifted her feet from the floor. He took the few steps
necessary until her back touched the wall. One more deep kiss and he dropped to
his knees in front of her. Her shoes landed on the dusty floor. Jeans, panties,
and socks soon added to the pile.

Rye pulled his wallet from his back pocket
as he stood again. Alaina watched him, her eyelids heavy, her chest rising and
falling from her rapid breathing. Her gaze dropped to his hands when he
unfastened his jeans and pulled his hard rod from his briefs.

He sheathed his cock with a condom.
Slipping his arms beneath her thighs, he lifted her and thrust inside.

Tight.

Hot.

Wet.

Rye buried his face against her neck. He
wanted to pump. His hormones screamed at him to pump. But first, he simply
absorbed the feel of Alaina in his arms.

He lifted his head and looked into her
eyes. Despite her recent orgasm, he could see the desire in the brown depths.
He thrust once and was rewarded with her breathless moan.

“More,” she whispered.

Rye kissed her as he thrust again. She
clutched handfuls of his hair. He gave her complete control over their
kisses—tilting his head when her hands guided it, parting his lips when she
drove her tongue into his mouth. She fucked his mouth with her tongue the way
he fucked her pussy with his cock.

“You’re an incredible kisser,” Alaina said
before kissing him again. She tightened her hold in his hair. If Rye hadn’t
been so turned on, he might have winced in pain. “I could kiss you all night.”

So could Rye. He couldn’t get enough of her
mouth. Or her pussy. He lifted her higher against the wall and pumped faster.
Fucking her once wouldn’t be nearly enough.

Alaina’s breath hitched. “
God
!”

Rye winced in sympathy when Alaina threw
back her head and hit the wall. She didn’t seem to notice any pain as her second
orgasm hit her. Her channel milked his cock, even harder than it had milked his
fingers.

She pushed his hair back and blew into his
ear before whispering, “I want to feel you come.”

The sharp bite on his neck pushed him over
the edge. Rye thrust inside Alaina as far as he could and groaned through his
climax.

Several moments passed before Alaina spoke.
“You don’t know me, do you?” she asked softly.

Rye somehow found the strength to lift his
head and look into her eyes. They still showed the lingering effects of her
orgasm, yet he could also see trepidation. “We met before today?”

Alaina nodded. “My last name used to be
Pearson.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m Alesia’s sister.”

Chapter Four

April 8, 1937

He was in the store again today. I had
to wait on him since my father was busy with another customer. He stared at my
breasts the entire time. I was so uncomfortable, I wanted to crawl beneath the
counter and hide until he left. He clutched my hand when I handed him his bag
and smiled at me. His smile makes me think of a snake.

Perhaps if I can switch his interest to
me, he’ll leave Laura alone. The idea turns my stomach, but I’ll do what I must
to protect my sister.

* * * * *

Rye didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. He
didn’t blink. His body completely shut down at Alaina’s words. He swallowed
hard, hoping that would make his tongue work. Alaina was the sister of the
woman who had humiliated him in front of the whole town? “What?” he asked
weakly.

She bit that luscious bottom lip. The
action sent a surge of fresh desire to his cock. He could take her again if he
had another condom. Luckily for him, he didn’t. This wasn’t the time to think
with his dick.

He lowered her legs until she stood on the
floor, then slipped his rod from her channel. A trickle of her cream traveled
down her thigh. Rye turned his back on her before he did something stupid, like
drop to his knees and lick it from her skin.

“Tell me again what you just said.”

“I’m Alesia’s sister.”

Rye tied the condom into a knot and crammed
it in his pocket. He tucked his cock back into his briefs and fastened his
jeans before he faced Alaina again. He turned in time to see her button her
jeans. “I don’t remember you.”

“I’m not surprised. I’m three years younger
than you. We didn’t have any of the same classes in school. I moved away with
my mom when I was thirteen after my parents divorced. Alesia stayed here with
my father.”

Rye remembered the scandal of Alesia’s
father fucking any woman in Lanville who would drop her panties. Word traveled
fast in a small town. His eldest daughter had followed in his footsteps.
Apparently, so had his youngest.