“Ah, no fair, Mary. I wasn’t looking. You’re going to have to do it again for me, baby.”
Aidan gave her a minute or two, then began moving when she relaxed her inner muscles enough for him to continue without hurting her. He gave her three more orgasms before he finally gave in to his own need, withdrawing at the last possible moment and ejaculating over her quivering belly with a force that literally left him too weak to support his own weight.
“Christ, Mary,” he breathed into her neck. “What are you doing to me, woman?”
He felt her arms wrapping around him, thought she might have mumbled something, but he was already losing himself to the darkness.
*
Mary stroked his hair, so soft and silky beneath her fingers. Felt his heartbeat, strong and steady, travelling through the walls of his chest and right into hers. His arms held her close, like iron bands. All around her, his heat, his scent, his essence cocooned her in something heady and amazing.
This, this is what those erotic novelists wrote about. This feeling of soul-deep satisfaction, of having every want, need, and desire not only met but far exceeded. If only it could last...
The room was dark. That in itself didn’t mean anything. At this time of year, daylight fled as early as four-thirty, but Mary’s internal clock told her that it was much later than that. As much as she wished they could remain like this, she knew they couldn’t. There were too many curious neighbors watching to see when he would leave. Knowing them, they would probably call the sheriff to check on her.
As if on cue, Mary heard the low, distinctive rumble of Bill Toomey’s F150 pulling into her driveway.
“Aidan,” she said softly, caressing his face. “Aidan, you have to wake up.”
“Don’t want to,” he grumbled against her breast, making her smile. “Like it here.”
“I do, too, but I think the local sheriff is about to knock on my front door.”
Aidan lifted his head, instantly alert. “Are you kidding me?”
“No,” she admitted with a quirk of her lips. “I bet Mrs. Shaughnessy’s been calling him all afternoon, ever since you made Malcolm pee his pants.”
Aidan grinned unrepentantly. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did,” she said, cupping his face with her hands and kissing him. “But you have to go now before they post a warrant for your arrest.”
“On what charge?” he asked, reluctantly pulling on his pants.
She didn’t hesitate. “Stealing my heart.”
Aidan stilled. “Is that what I’ve done, Mary?”
“No,” she exhaled. She reached for her jeans, pulling them on hastily while she searched for her bra. “I think it’s more a case of me handing it to you on a silver-plated platter.”
“Silver-plated?”
“Yeah, well, I’m a woman of humble means. I can’t afford real silver.”
Mary quickly ran a brush through her hair in an attempt to tame some of the just-fucked look, but there was nothing she could do about the radiant glow she had going. On her way out of the bedroom, she clicked on the television and inserted Life of Brian into the Blu-Ray. With a few taps on the remote’s chapter button, it looked like they were halfway through the movie.
To further set the scene, she grabbed a couple of takeout containers and put them on the coffee table, along with some additional DVDs. When Aidan walked in shortly thereafter (he looked perfect, as always), she told him to sit down on the couch and let her do the talking.
Aidan raised a perfect brow, but thankfully, did what she asked. Confident that she had done all she could on a moment’s notice, she counted off several seconds after the doorbell rang while Aidan looked on in quiet amusement.
Max was at her side when she opened the door, but the moment he saw the sheriff, he positioned himself behind Mary’s legs and growled in warning.
“Hi Bill,” Mary asked, doing her best to look surprised. It wasn’t too hard; her neighbors might be meddlesome but they’d never actually called the sheriff on her before. “What’s up?”
“I’m sorry, Mary,” Bill said, clearly uncomfortable. “Esther won’t stop calling, and she’s got Molly all worked up.” Molly Toomey was Bill’s wife, a sweet but easily excitable woman. Thankfully, Birch Falls was a relatively uneventful place as far as criminal activity went.
“Esther’s convinced you’re being murdered in your bed.”
Mary felt her cheeks grow hot, wondering if there was any way Mrs. Shaughnessy had heard her screaming in the throes of passion earlier. It shouldn’t be possible, but if Esther was outside “walking her dog” and just happened to wander toward the side of the house where Mary’s bedroom was...
Forcing a laugh, Mary said, “Well, obviously I’m fine.”
Bill nodded, but he made no move to leave. “Do you mind if I have a look around?” he asked.
“No, of course not,” Mary said. “Come on in.”
“I’m real sorry about this, Mary,” he apologized again. “But if it’ll keep Esther from calling...”