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  “Don’t move. I’ll get rid of them. You’re going nowhere until you tell me what the hell is going on.”

  Laura’s scantily clad form disappeared around the corner. Meg put her cup on the side. She sidled out of the kitchen in the hope Laura would be too busy to notice her making her escape. She watched as Laura opened the door. A voice floating up the hallway brought her to a halt two steps from the laundry.

  “Where’s Meg?”

  Laura glanced over her shoulder and Meg mouthed, I’m not here. The smirk on Laura’s face gave the game away, she was about to be outed.

  “She says she’s not here.”

  “I suppose her car’s not parked on your front drive either?”

  Meg took the last two steps to the laundry. She shoved the door open as footsteps approached and a hand clamped down on her shoulder.

  “You’re not running out on me again.”

  She spun around. “Sam, imagine you coming over. Did you want to see Laura about something? Because I can go and leave you alone if you like.”

  He folded his arms. “You know damn well why I’m here. What happened to meeting me for coffee in five minutes?”

  “I remembered I promised to meet with Laura.” Meg glanced at Laura.

  “No she didn’t, she’s lying. I know something is going on, so out with it.”

  Meg glared at her. “Don’t you need to be putting some clothes on?”

  “I don’t have anything Sam hasn’t seen before.” Laura smiled seductively. “You don’t mind, do you, Sam?”

  Sam glanced at her then back at Meg. “Why don’t you put a robe or something on while I talk to Meg in private?”

  Laura humphed and flounced down the hall.

  Apparently she wasn’t going to escape an in depth discussion but she didn’t intend to have it in front of Laura. Meg grabbed Sam’s hand and dragged him through to the kitchen. “Why did you follow me?”

  “You promised to meet me in the kitchen and then you ran out on me. What did you think I was going to do?”

  It wasn’t what he would do that scared her, but what she might do. Left alone with him, who knew how long she would be able to resist his charms. She needed to stop this before it went any further, before she ended up with a broken heart, or he had a hernia or slipped a disc. She glanced at the door. “I am not discussing anything here.”

  “Where? Back at the flat then?”

  Oh no, no way, not back to the flat, the scene of the crime. Who knew where things might lead, alone with him she would definitely be tempted to convince him to try fucking again. After all, he was extremely gifted.

  “No, not the flat, we need to meet on neutral territory.”

  “For God’s sake, Meg, we didn’t do anything wrong, we just had—” Meg slammed her hand over his mouth.

  “Shh, not here. I’ll meet you at the mall.”

  Laura wandered into the room wearing a black lacy robe, barely covering more than she had covered before. “What are you not discussing here?”

  Meg dropped her hand from Sam’s mouth. “Nothing. Nothing. Actually I forgot I need to go to the mall.”

  Sam grabbed her arm. “We need to go to the mall.”

  Whatever. She wanted to get him away from Laura before he felt the need to blurt out exactly what they’d been up to. She didn’t trust him to stay silent. He was far too out there with people. He had no sense of decorum. Obviously he didn’t have a mother like hers. There was a time and place to talk about sex, and in front of Laura wasn’t it. If she found out they had slept together she would never hear the end of it.

  She pulled herself free. “I’ll meet you in the food court by the, um, salad bar.”

  “I’m not letting you get away again. Either you ride on the back of my motorbike or you can give me a lift.”

  The thought of trying to straddle his bike made her bits ache. Not happening, not in those jeans. She should have accepted she was no longer as skinny as she once had been and worn the track pants. The determined expression on his face left her in no doubt he wasn’t going to let her get away from him again, so they would have to take her car. Grabbing Sam’s hand, she dragged him toward the front door.

  “Sam will be back later to pick up his bike. You don’t mind if he leaves it here, do you?” Meg didn’t bother waiting for an answer. The less said to Laura the better. She was going to have enough trouble trying to explain away what she had overheard already.

  *

  Sam let her lead him outside. At least she wasn’t running away from him again. Depositing him at the passenger’s door, she walked around the vehicle. He frowned. From the way she shuffled along, and the expression on her face, he assumed she was in pain.

  Surely he hadn’t been too rough for her? He had, he’d hurt her, and she’d said nothing. Though she had an orgasm, two actually, he must have injured her, and that couldn’t be any fun. How could he be so stupid? He’d tried his best to be careful. He should have reined her in when she started impaling herself on the full length of his shaft. Maybe she thought guys only got off when they were fully enveloped. No wonder she ran off, clearly the sight of his erection terrified her.

  She unlocked the doors. After throwing some empty Coke cans off the passenger’s seat he climbed in, pulling on his seatbelt as she reversed out of the driveway. Where did he go with the conversation when they got to the mall? He’d intended to tell her how great last night had been and that he thought they should continue. They didn’t have a romantic relationship, but it was the best sex he’d had in years. He’d started to worry she’d get too attached to him and he’d break her heart. Funny, her heart was still intact but, apparently, he’d broken her twat. He groaned and Meg glanced at him.

  “Are you okay?”

  He nodded. “Yeah fine, just thinking.”

  Meg turned her attention back to the road. “Do you mind if we don’t go to the mall?”

  Oh God, she was still trying to get out of talking to him. He had a horrible feeling if he let things stew it would only get harder.

  “You will still talk to me though?”

  “Yeah, when we get home.”

  He relaxed a little, relieved he would still get a chance to make amends. The rest of the journey passed in silence. He desperately tried to work out how to apologize and come out of the whole situation with some chance of remaining friends. Any hope of something more was beyond him. He’d blown it big time. Fuck, he should have kept his stallion locked in the stable.

  *

  Meg maneuvered the car into the space out front, turned off the engine, and carefully eased herself out of the driver’s seat. Her whole bottom half had gone numb. She wasn’t even sure she could walk unaided. Why had she believed wearing jeans this small was a good idea? Taking tiny steps, she made it to the front door. Sam followed her inside. Now that she looked at him, he seemed to have lost his burning desire to talk.

  “Are you okay?”

  A smile briefly touched his lips, but then his crestfallen expression slipped back into place. He took a step toward the kitchen. “You want a coffee?”

  Coffee was always good. She had barely started on her cup when he showed up at Laura’s, besides they had real coffee. “Sure, but I need to do something first.”

  She waddled toward the hallway, stopping when he grabbed her arm. “You aren’t planning to jump out of the window and escape again, are you?”

  Jump? Was he being serious? “No, I plan to get out of these jeans before I lose the ability to procreate.”

  His chuckle surprised her. Why was her being in agony so damn funny? Sticking her nose in the air, she mustered as much dignity as she could, and marched out of the room. Bloody funny, he should try wearing her pants.

  Chapter Nine

  Even before she got to her room she’d unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans. Once she shut the door, she collapsed on her bed. Grabbing the top of her pants, she wiggled furiously in an attempt to remove the offending garment. The harder she shoved t
he tighter they felt. Sweat beaded above her top lip and panic made adrenalin pump through her body. She needed to calm down, if worse came to worse she could get Sam to help, or cut them off with her nail scissors. Neither idea appealed to her. This was ridiculous; the damn things went on so they had to come off. With one last concerted effort, she finally got the denim fabric over the expanse of her backside. Now with them around her thighs the worst was over. She tumbled off the bed, got to her feet, and freed her body from the indigo blue sausage skin. A deep indent scarred her waist and her nether regions throbbed as blood rushed back into the lower half of her body. She silently thanked God she hadn’t lost all feeling. Sex with Sam might be off the menu, but now she knew how good bonking could be she intended to try again, once she found a more permanent willing partner.

  Getting her jeans off had taken longer than she expected. Sam would be thinking she had run out on him. A rummage in the closet resulted in a cry of triumph as she tugged a pair of linen slacks free from the pile of clothing. They were loose fitting with a drawstring waist but not track pants. She pulled them on and tied them up before making her way to the kitchen.

  Sam sat at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of him. A smile flickered across his face. “More comfortable?”

  “Much, thanks.” She tried to ignore his feeble attempts not to grin, turning her back and collecting her coffee from the kitchen counter. By the time she took the seat across from him his features were back under control.

  The warm drink hit the spot. Life was unbearable without caffeine. She watched Sam as she sipped her drink. If she needed any further proof fucking him had been a mistake, it sat across the table from her. Usually the first to leap in with a smart comment, and never short of something to say, he appeared tongue tied. Unable to stand the silence any longer, she put her cup on the table. “I thought you wanted to talk?”

  He let out a breath. “I did…do. When you rushed out this morning I figured I had done something wrong. The way you were walking when we left Laura’s, I guessed I hurt you last night and that was why you ran off at the sight of my naked body. Now I don’t know what to think.”

  Meg chuckled. “Someone has a high opinion of himself. I’m not denying you’re well hung but believe me, your body is not my problem.”

  “But we do have a problem, don’t we?”

  This was impossible. She should have just agreed the sex had been agony and left things at that. He’d given her an out and she should have taken it.

  “I have a problem.” Unable to meet his gaze she turned her attention to the tomato sauce stain on the white tablecloth. They really needed to get some housework done before the health department quarantined them for fear their filth would contaminate the nation.

  “Meg?”

  Eyes still firmly focused on the table she screwed up her courage. “I will always be grateful to you for showing me sex is an amazing experience.”

  “But?”

  “But I don’t want pity sex. I’m more than aware I’ve let myself go, and that I need to exercise and lose weight. Once I do, I intend to find a man who doesn’t just want to use me as a reciprocal for collecting his sperm. You showed me I can enjoy sex. Now, forget you ever saw my blobby body and go find yourself a gorgeous skinny chick.”

  “Why would I want to do that?”

  Meg glanced up at him. “You said you’d prove I wasn’t frigid, and you did. I can only imagine what a sacrifice it was to have sex with this.” She looked down at her body.

  Sam glared at her. “Don’t put yourself down. I’m not into skinny chicks. I love a woman with real boobs and something to grab hold of. If you want to exercise, do it because being a couch potato is bad for your health, not because you think it’s the only way to get a man. Sex with you was amazing. Seeing you come to life, the look on your face when you had an orgasm, I had trouble holding back a yeehaw.”

  He grinned and her heart rate lifted. Was he serious? He hadn’t found the experience distasteful. Did that mean he would be prepared to do it again? She would definitely enjoy another round, although maybe not right now while her bits were trying to recover from her jeans garroting them.

  “So, last night when you agreed to be my fuck buddy, you meant it?”

  He reached over and took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. “You want me to take you to bed to prove it?”

  She shifted her weight. The offer was appealing, but not right now. “I can’t until the bruises heal.”

  He frowned, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. “Bruises from last night? God, I did hurt you.”

  She smiled, trying to reassure him. “Well some of the discomfort might be due to you, but you didn’t hurt me. Those bloody jeans have done me in.”

  He let out a breath. His concern was so sweet. He was fast becoming her dream lover. If only she could do something to return the favor. “I love that you sacrificed something of yourself to give me a good time last night but I get the impression holding back a yeehaw wasn’t the only thing you resisted.”

  He moved his hand and stroked her cheek sending a quiver through her body. “Seeing you enjoying sex for the first time was reward enough.”

  “What if I wanted to give you something in return for waking up my sleeping libido?”

  His frown was back. “Like what?”

  Swallowing slowly, she met his gaze. She might have a reputation for being crap at sex, but there was something she knew she was good at. She had discovered her natural ability quite by accident. Her second boyfriend had pushed her for sex and, when she was not willing to put out, he had persuaded her to give him a blowjob. God had gifted her with the ability to deep throat with no gag reflex. After a few minutes coaching, he declared she was the best face fuck he ever had. She’d dumped him when he took to turning up at the most inopportune moments, unzipping his fly, and flopping out his cock, demanding she service him. Her gift had turned into a curse, and she’d never offered to deep throat anyone since. Without a word, she got to her feet and prowled around the table.

  Chapter Ten

  Sam’s heart rate lifted as she got closer. He had no idea what she had in mind but the wide-eyed, moist lipped expression on her face was so damn erotic his stallion twitched. When she stopped next to him he gazed up at her.

  “Push your chair back.”

  Her words needed no response. He did as she asked, pushing the chair back three or so feet from the table. She leaned forward, her top gaped, giving him a fantastic view of her ample cleavage. How he would love to slide his steed between those big mommas, but for now he had to settle for admiring the scenery. When he trailed his focus back up to her face she raised an eyebrow.

  “Enjoying the show?”

  Blood rushed to his cheeks. She had put the damn things on display, so why should he be embarrassed? Because he didn’t want her to think he only wanted her for sex, even though, right now, he did.

  Any further thought eluded him. She had dropped to her knees and got busy unzipping his pants. Dear God above, surely she didn’t intend to go down on him? The thought alone sent his stallion into overdrive, bucking and fighting to escape the stable. Her warm hands finally slid inside his jeans. He let out a guttural moan when she wrapped her fingers around him and coaxed his rigid shaft out of his pants.

  “Sam.”

  Opening his eyes, he stared down at her. Her cheek rested on his thigh, her eyes locked with his. Slowly, she licked the length of him. Finally reaching the head, she swirled her tongue over the already moist, sensitive top. A pulse of pure lust made his cock twitch in anticipation. When her mouth closed over him, her lips teased the sensitive skin just beneath the head. He clenched his fists. His whole dick throbbed in time with his pulse and his balls ached. Her mouth felt like a warm moist pool ready for him to fuck.

  He took a deep breath and centered himself. Easing down a little further in the chair, he focused all his attention on the sensation of her lips and hand working in tandem
. Her soft, moist, tongue slid against the underside of his dick as she took it deeper with each glide. Her lips never lost a grip on him as she maintained suction. One hand pumped his shaft, the other massaged his aching testicles. He had no idea whether she had done this before, or if she had a God given talent. Glide after glide, deeper and deeper. The tension built, he panted in an effort to prolong the moment. The fight was fast being lost. Ready for release, nothing would hold his stallion back. Everything in his groin tensed, he was about to explode.

  Placing a hand on her head, he tried to warn her to pull back but she brushed his arm away and worked more furiously. She should take up sword swallowing. No one had ever deep throated him before. If she were to start humming her vocal chords would tickle the tip of his dick. The thought sent him spiraling out of control. Backside lifting off the chair, his hips thrust in time with her mouth sliding down on him. The first rush of release was pure pain and pleasure. His whole body convulsed as each warm jet of spunk spurted from the head of his dick. He screamed a loud “Yeehaw,” which echoed around the room as he continued to drive deep into her throat. He was sure he would never run out of come. Mid-thrust, she slammed her hands on his thighs and held him down, still milking him with her mouth.

  Tap, tap, tap. “Meg? Yoo-hoo, Meg? I can see you’re in there. What are you two doing?”

  Sam grabbed her shoulders, trying to shove her off. “Fuck, your mother’s at the window.”

  *

  Meg pulled her mouth from his now floppy dick and got to her feet, swallowing the last of his seed. Hell, her mother’s timing was perfect. No chance for her to enjoy his afterglow, to watch as he collapsed spent and satisfied from her ministrations, to kiss him while she still tasted of his semen, or to crawl into his lap and entwine her tongue with his until he was ready to go again.

  “Woohoo, Meg.”

  Sam leapt up, knocking the chair over and madly shoved his now flaccid penis in his pants. Rolling her eyes, Meg crossed the room and unlocked the sliding door. Without waiting for her mother to enter, she walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She needed a drink. Her mother’s arrival had ruined the moment, did she have antenna that picked up sexual activity amongst her family members? Hot and decidedly bothered, Meg picked up a can of cola, popped the top and took a large swig, swilling it around her mouth before swallowing.