Ordinarily, considering how many people would be attending the party, Corbin would have parked near the community center and walked. Street parking wasn’t exactly plentiful. But bearing in mind the existence of a sick stalker, he found a spot on the street only a couple houses away from Benjamin’s house. “Ready?” he asked, his hand on the door handle.
She looked over and nodded. “Let’s party.”
Loving the smile on her face and in her voice, he got out and walked around the car, opening her door and taking her hand as she climbed out. They didn’t dawdle what with the threat they were now under and the fact it was freezing cold. Corbin had dropped into what he considered New York mode, a way of being that he hadn’t grown up with but had quickly come accustomed to while living there. Alert to every sound around him and every crunch of their feet on the gravel and ice-covered sidewalk, a certain kind of tension filled him. At first it confused him until he realized that had been his normal posture back in the city. Here in Colorado he had truly begun to let himself relax.
Corbin hoped the FBI caught the bastard so he could go back to that feeling.
As they walked up to the drive, he heard footsteps and turned, instantly stepping between Zinnia and whoever was coming. Two people rushed across the street, one with some sort of baking dish in her hands, the other with a large gift bag. They both smiled as they drew close. “Here for the party?” the man asked, holding out his hand. “Matt Renton. This is my wife Julie.”
“Corbin Nelson. This is Zinnia Loraine.” As he turned to face the door, it opened.
“Hey! There you guys are.” Jonathon’s pleased voice made him smile and after letting Julie and Zinnia in ahead of them, he ushered Matt in before crossing the threshold, closing the door behind him. This house was the same configuration as his own. And filled to the brim with people. Julie headed straight into the kitchen and put her dish down, talking and laughing with a couple of women who were setting out food.
“Glad you could make it,” Benjamin said, walking up with what Corbin assumed was his normal grin. His eyes turned to Zinnia and softened. “Don’t you worry, Zinnia. Nobody, not even an idiot, would try to attack a home of an ex-Marine with another ex-Marine present, two former cops, and several members of the discipline board in attendance.”
“And if they do, they won’t be able to sit down when they leave,” Jonathon teased. Zinnia laughed softly.
“Now that would be an interesting punishment.”
“Well, we’d need something to keep him busy while we wait for the FBI,” Jonathon said, tucking her hand in his arm and leading her into the living room. “Let me introduce you to some of our best friends.”
Benjamin watched them walk away before leaning in. “You staying with her until this thing irons itself out?”
“Yep.”
He nodded. “Bastard. I hate people who prey on the weak. I hope he does show up just so I can give him a pounding.”
“You and me both,” Corbin grunted. “If he’d show up sooner rather than later, we can get back to life.” Smacking him on the shoulder, Benjamin nodded. “Oh, here,” he said, handing the man a wrapped package. “Congratulations. Twenty years.”
“Twenty happy years,” Matt said, handing over the gift bag. “It’s an amazing accomplishment.”
“You’ll get there,” their host said. “You and Julie are over halfway already.” As he walked away to put the gifts with a small pile that sat on top of a table, Matt left to talk with someone and Corbin walked into the room. Half of the people he knew, half he didn’t.
“Corbin!” The squeal only barely came before Lizzy Mayfield wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Oh, honey, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Are you enjoying Corbin’s Bend? It’s about time you arrived.” Her words came out quickly, pouring out fast in a way he had forgotten and missed.
Beaming down at her, he hugged her back. “It has been too long, Lizzy. And I love Corbin’s Bend so far. Except the name.”
She laughed. “Afraid we’re stuck with it. Come over. Marilyn has missed you, too.” Grabbing his arm, she led him over where her wife was talking to a couple he was unfamiliar with.
Turning her head, Marilyn smiled. “Corbin, it’s so good to see you again.” The years had been good to both women, but Marilyn especially. In her sixties now, he never would have known it. There was such a timeless quality to her face.
“You as well,” he said, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Pulling away, he looked around, spotting Zinnia who was talking with two women. Since she looked relaxed, he turned back to Lizzy and Marilyn. “Looks like this little community fits you well.”
She laughed softly. “Yes, it does. Lizzy and I love it here.” Her eyes slid over to where Zinnia was standing. “How is she doing?”
“She’s got incredible spunk,” he said as the other couple drifted over to talk to someone else. “Gets knocked down but bounces right back.”
With a nod, she patted him on the shoulder, looking him up and down with eyes that saw far more than any other human he’d ever met. “She’s good for you.”
Half tempted to roll his eyes and yet knowing she would comment on it if he did, he nodded. “Yes, she is.”
“So this is the famous Corbin.” The voice belonged to a man about his height with a bald head and a nice smile. He held out his hand. “Brandon Delt. Served with Benjamin in the Marines.”
“Corbin Nelson. And I hate that I’m famous.”
Laughing, Brandon nodded. “Yeah, ever since Charles talked me into being on the Discipline Board, my face has become a little too-well known. Hey, I’m just headed to get me and my girl something to drink. Anyone want anything?”
“I’d like some tea,” Marilyn said.
“Right away.”
After several minutes where he met more Corbin’s Bend residents, all who knew his name, he finally made his way back to Zinnia’s side. She was talking to Brent and Char. Looking up as he joined her, she smiled and he hoped he wasn’t kidding himself at the look of pleasure in her face at his arrival. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.
“I am. Everyone here’s so friendly. I mean, even you,” she said with a laugh, patting him on the chest. “You would think with how we met, you would have gone running for the hills.”
“Naw, I think I’ve come to enjoy rescuing damsels in distress, but don’t take that as an invitation to give me more practice.” He winked at her.
She giggled and Char smiled. “Damsels in distress?”
“You haven’t heard the story?” Zinnia asked with relish. “My car died and I was cussing it out and screaming and around the corner, here came my knight. He ended up driving me all the way to Denver to pick up my new car.” She smiled up at him before turning back to Charmagne. “Of course, he was also the one who found me when my car tire blew and almost threw me off the road.”
Char shuddered. “When I moved in, my truck didn’t want to make the hill to my house and it started sliding backward. I just knew I was going to shoot off the other side over the mountain. Horrible feeling.” After a moment, she looked up at the man beside her and smiled. “Maybe being a knight is a HoH thing. Brent saved me that day. And even after I told him off, he still asked me out.”
“That’s just being hard headed,” Corbin said with amusement.
“When you see a woman you can’t forget, what man in his right mind is going to let her get away?” Brent teased back, leaning down to kiss his wife.
The evening was definitely enjoyable. More food than the crowd could eat filled every inch of their kitchen and Jonathon and Benjamin seemed pleased at the turnout. Though they did ply everyone to take food as they left. “We can’t eat it all,” Benjamin objected when someone politely turned it down.
In twos and threes they left until the only ones left were people Corbin felt close to.
“Zinnia, do you like to read?” Jonathon asked as he sat down in front of Benjamin, leaning back against his legs.
“Yes, I do.”
“We have a couple book clubs in the community. One is for everyone, the other is just for the TiH side of the scale. Our next meeting is Tuesday if you’d like to come.”
“That sounds fun. What book are you discussing?”
For over an hour they sat in Jonathon and Benjamin’s living room talking to Corbin’s friends. Zinnia fit in well and when they left, he shook his head in a mixture of amusement and chagrin when his four best friends Jason, Brent, Marilyn, and Calbert all let him know – and not very subtly either – they approved of the new woman in his life.
The frigid air took their breath away as the two of them hurried to Corbin's car. It hadn’t even had the time to start warming up when he pulled up to his home. When she looked at him strangely, he grinned. “I want to grab a few things to have over at your place.”
“Oh!”
It took less than ten minutes to get packed and they were back in his car. When they got back to her place, she opened up the garage so he could park next to her car. “This way maybe it will only be frozen as opposed to an icicle tomorrow,” she said with a giggle as they got out of the car.
He checked each of the alarms as they walked inside. They all seemed to be in working order. As he affixed the one to the door they came through, she went into her bedroom. After looking into every room, just to make sure nobody was in hiding, he followed her, stopping the second he walked through the door. The beautiful, luscious woman was nude and bent over the bed, her gorgeous ass pointing up just for him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his groan turning to a growl when he spotted the Corbin’s Bend paddle sitting next to her. “This must be a mother-fucking dream.”
“Why?” she asked, rising up on her elbows and turning to look over her shoulder at him. That innocent look was on her face again, her long lashes just shading her gorgeous jade-colored eyes.
“Because women like you have only existed in my dreams for years. I didn’t think I’d ever meet one in real life.”
She smiled. “I could say the same for you, Cary. Guys like you never go for girls like me. Unless they can get in the spotlight,” she added with a shrug.
Stepping forward, he sat down next to her, unable to stop himself from rubbing his palm over the beautiful ivory of her cheeks. “So you’re saying you’ve only met stupid men and I’ve only met uptight women.” When she laughed, her rear jiggled a little, making his dick harden. “All right, woman. How familiar are you with spanking?” he asked.
“I’ve been spanked before, though never as hard as I wanted. Most guys were either afraid to hurt me or they wanted to really hurt me which I didn’t want so I never played with them.”
“Poor baby,” he murmured, smiling when she giggled again. An image of her in a school girl uniform with her bright red hair up in pig tails came to mind and his body definitely approved of the image. “Ever played dress up?”
“Like what?” she asked as he massaged each of her buttocks, warming them up.
“I could see you as a naughty little school girl, bent over a desk, actually.”
“Oh,” she said, her voice changing and sounding a lot younger all of a sudden. “But Mr. Nelson, I didn’t mean to forget my homework. What can I do so I don’t get an F?”
His mouth dropped open and he turned to look directly at her face. Damn. How could a woman look innocent and wicked all at the same time? Raising up his hand, he brought it down sharply on her right cheek. The sound was loud in the room and her eyes widened even as a gasp left her lips. When his hand came down on the left side, her gasp was quickly followed by a moan. “Well, Miss Loraine,” he said, his voice deepening, “We need to see just how sorry you are, hmm?”
A cute little pout popped out of her mouth. “I’m really sorry… sir,” she added in a breathy voice.
Ah, hell. Raising his hand, he brought it down again, covering her beautiful back end in first pink and then a soft rose heat. For Corbin, who had spanked at times but never been able to let loose, he thought he was hitting her pretty hard. Until she said, “Oh, harder, please.”
Damn. Reaching over her, he picked up the paddle, weighing it in his hand. Turning it so the logo faced up, he brought it swiftly over both sides of her bottom, thrilled with the deep rose that appeared. Zinnia cried out at first and then moaned, encouraging him further. Swing by swing, he decorated her abundant bottom and thighs with a deeper and deeper rose color. When her cries intensified and changed, he turned to look at her. Her hands grasped the coverlet on her bed and her face was buried into it. Soft sobs left her lips. As she hadn’t asked him to stop, he wondered if he should halt or continue. Deciding to find out himself, he slid his fingers between the cleft of her thighs.
“Fuck,” he moaned as her wetness coated his fingers. His shaft pressing against the zipper of his pants hurt like hell. It was time to finish this. But first, he wanted a little reminder left behind. Turning the paddle over, he brought it down harder than any of the other swats across one cheek and almost instantly across the other. Her wail filled the room even as the outline of the town logo and name appeared across her ass.
Tossing the paddle to the side, he practically ripped the front of his jeans open. There was no time to get them off. Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he rolled it on and stepped behind her, spreading her damp lips as he lined up and thrust in.
“Yes!” she squealed as he fucked her hard and fast, his hips hitting hers roughly with each lunge. Grabbing hold of her, Corbin felt an emotion he was unfamiliar with but it felt good nonetheless. He felt in control, true control, and damn if it didn’t feel fantastic.
After a few minutes, he paused, breathing hard, his eyes on her other prize. The beautiful little rosebud sitting between her two mounds.
“Why did you stop?” she gasped, looking over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were wild and her breathing as labored as his.
His eyes locked with hers as he smiled. “I believe I promised you an ass fucking.” Her eyes darkened and she nodded. “Lube?”
“Drawer,” she squeaked, pointing to the same drawer as her toys.
Pulling out, he quickly found it, glad it was water-based and doused his cock in it.
“I don’t need prepared,” she said, panting as he poured some lube over her hole.
“Really?” Surprised, he stared at her.
She shook her head. “I use a dildo there all the time. Take me, Corbin. Please!”
Damn but he was a lucky man. Dropping the bottle, he lined his cock up and pushed. There was that wonderful moment of being denied and then she opened up and he slid in. “Ungh,” left his throat as the heat and tightness engulfed him. As he was already turned on and had been fucking her, he knew it wouldn’t take long. Grabbing her hips again, he pulled back out and thrust all the way in, grunting as his balls tapped against her cleft.
“Yes!” she squealed, arching her back and pushing her ass back against him. Smacking her buttocks with his hand, he pulled out and thrust back in, building up a quick hard pace. Her squeals, grunts, and encouragement drove him harder and faster until he rammed in and came, his yell bouncing off the walls and joining her wail as she came as well. Her ass continued to contract around his cock for some time and he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. It had to be the most delicious feeling ever.
When her muscles stopped gripping the hell out of him, he grasped the condom and slid out, quickly getting rid of the rubber. “Come on,” he encouraged, pulling the blanket back on the bed. She crawled up and slid between the sheets. After going over to shut off the light, he joined her, pulling her warm body against his own. I could get so used to this, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Being spanked by Corbin had become Zinnia’s favorite pastime, though his fucking her ass was just as good and, well, actually everything she did with him had become her favorite pastime. The man was gifted. She’d always loved anal sex, but other men had made her feel dirty when she asked for it. Not Corbin. He loved it as much as she did and the feeling of his dick sliding into her back entrance was practically orgasmic.
A week had passed since Jonathon and Benjamin’s party and she had spent most of her time with the man. With no more word or strange things happening, she wondered if the slit tire was just an accident. Maybe the stalker hadn’t found her.
Today she was headed over to Char’s house. Brent was at work and their daughter was spending the day with her godparents. Charmagne suggested a beauty day and as it had been a long time since Zinnia had indulged, she was on board.
“Got everything?” Corbin asked as she tied her shoes. Looking up at him, she smiled. She didn’t think she’d ever get over the wonder that filled her whenever she looked at him. He was so undeniably gorgeous. Why had he chosen her?
“Yep. Tonight when you see me, I’ll be waxed, buffed, and my skin will be buttery soft.”
He grinned. “Well, now, that calls for a celebration. What about dinner out at Amore, a movie, and me licking your pussy until you faint?”
Her core clenched and she gasped at the image that painted. “Can we skip Amore and the movie?” she asked in a breathy voice.
Chuckling, he shook his head as he pulled her into his arms and gave her a long, slow kiss, the kind that always woke up every part of her. As he pulled back, he winked. “Don’t forget you’ll still be receiving your safe calls.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied in a cheeky voice, giggling when his hand landed sharply over her rear end. “I’m fine,” she called over her shoulder as she opened the door to the garage. His laughter followed her.
Getting behind the wheel of her car was a little nerve-wracking, but over the last week, Corbin had insisted on making her drive so that she wouldn’t be afraid of it. She knew he was right, but she still was afraid something would happen.
The trip to Brent and Charmagne’s was quick and before long the two of them were upstairs in a bathroom Zinnia would have expected to see at some posh hotel. “Holy cow. How did you get Brent to do this?” she asked, looking around. A huge soaker tub sat in the middle of the room, big enough for two people. To the right was a walk-in shower large enough for four or five adults with five different showerheads. To her left was a full counter and two large sinks. Behind a door, was the toilet. There were three padded benches around the edge of the room.
“Actually,” Char laughed. “This bathroom was here before I bought it. I added the benches, but otherwise, we can thank Mr. Karl Jessup for this. I love it in here.”
“I don’t blame you. My bathroom’s nice, but man, this would be heaven.”
“Mmhmm. Brent and I love to use the tub together.”
Turned out Charmagne had what accounted to a full salon treatment. “Hard wax?”
“It takes longer, but isn’t as painful,” Char explained as she tested the wax. “I hate strip wax. So,” she said as she slathered the hot wax on Zinnia’s legs, “What’s Corbin like in bed?”
Zinnia had never just had girlfriends to talk to so this was a brand new experience for her. In no time, the two were swapping stories of spanking and sex and she didn’t remember ever having such a fun time outside of her time with Corbin. “He really doesn’t like it when I put myself down,” she commented as Char spread the wax over her pussy lips. “In fact,” she said, grimacing as the wax was pulled off, “he spanks me if I do. And not in a good way.”
Giggling slightly, Charmagne nodded. “Yeah. Those discipline spankings are different, aren’t they? The first time Brent gave me one, I thought I was gonna die. And not saying anything bad about myself is one of Brent’s rules as well. If I do, he has a unique torture he does that I absolutely hate.” She grimaced and before Zinnia could tell herself it was rude to ask, she did.
“What does he do?”
“Bastinado.”
“What’s that?”
“Caning of the soles of the feet.”
“Ouch!”
“No kidding, sister,” Charmagne agreed, pulling off the last bit of wax. “Okay, why don’t you take a shower, get the goo off, and I’ll finish my wax. Then we can hit the salon.”
“Corbin’s Bend has a salon?” Zinnia asked, walking over to the shower and fiddling with the controls until the rain showerhead came on.
“Two of them actually. They’re both good, but I’ll admit, I prefer Lorelei’s. They pamper the scalded ass.”
Spluttering out a laugh, Zinnia stepped under the warm water.
Forty minutes later, she followed Char to the small salon three blocks northwest of the dome. Several women and a couple men were inside chatting and laughing when they walked inside. “Charmagne!” a women in an apron exclaimed, putting a pair of scissors down to come over and hug the small woman next to her. “It’s been too long since you’ve been in. I was worried you’d been snatched by the quick cutter.”
“Never,” Char assured her, hugging her back. “They don’t protect my ass when needed.”
Lorelei laughed and her dark brown eyes turned on Zinnia. “And who do we have here?”
“This is Zinnia Loraine.”
“Ooh, Corbin’s girl.” Lorelei nodded as if satisfied for some reason. Zinnia flushed. It felt good to be called Corbin’s girl. Far better than the names she used to be called. “Are you here for cuts, styles, or…?” She looked between the two of them.
“I’m just here for a trim and a cookie,” Charmagne said in amusement.
“My hair needs help,” Zinnia admitted. “I used to get my hair done weekly but it’s been several months now. It’s getting out of control.” Which was an understatement. It was much longer than she was used to and the dead ends were driving her nuts.
“Well, unless you’re keen to, I wouldn’t cut too much off the length,” Lorelei said, running her finger through Zinnia’s hair. “Maybe give you some layers. How about some highlights?”
Another new experience. Zinnia had never been to a salon like this. Usually people came to her. It was utterly delightful. In no time it was obvious everyone knew everyone else and when a woman walked in, looking a little stiff, Lorelei instantly offered her a cushion without asking.
“So,” Kirsty, her hair dresser, said after washing her hair and getting her in the chair, “Some layers and highlights.”
“Sounds good.” Zinnia’d had the same haircut for over a decade. It might be nice for something new. “But don’t cut off too much of the length.”
“Oh, we rarely do,” Lorelei said, walking past them. “The men tend to love having a handle to hold, don’t they?”
“Tell me about it,” a thin blonde woman said, a soft Irish brogue in her voice. “Jim loves grasping my hair. I keep telling him he’ll make me bald one of these days.”
Char laughed. “Ah, come on, Ange, tell me you don’t love it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t,” Ange replied in amusement.
The talk was loud, boisterous, and rather raunchy at times. Zinnia received two safe calls during the experience but was feeling too relaxed to really care about it. When the entire group went silent, she looked over to see what had caused it. Standing just inside the door was a short man with white blonde hair, looking absolutely morose.
“Ah, Alan, honey,” Lorelei said, walking up to him and putting an arm around his waist. “What’s wrong?”
“Zen left me.”
Instantly all the ladies erupted around her, giving him encouragement while lambasting whoever Zen was.
Kirsty leaned in as she finished putting the last foil into Zinnia’s hair. “Alan’s a sweetie. He moved to Corbin’s Bend a few years ago and has been trying to find a partner ever since. Zen and he have been dating for six months. Poor guy. He’s so nice. I don’t know why some great guy doesn’t snatch him up.”
Once Alan was settled in a chair with Lorelei working on him, things went back to their previous buzz and by the time Kirsty said, “Voila!” and Zinnia looked up into the mirror, several hours had whizzed by.
“Wow.” Her hair didn’t even look like hers. Instead of all over the place, it was straight and yet had an incredible amount of body. The highlights were just a brighter shade of red. “Kirsty, this looks amazing.”
Kirsty beamed. “Glad you like it.”
As she and Char paid, Charmagne’s phone rang. “Hey, honey,” she said as she answered. Her eyes flashed to Zinnia. “Yeah. She’s right here… Okay… Sounds fun… Bye.” She hung up and grinned. “Just my hubby making sure everything’s all right.”
* * * * *
By the time Zinnia arrived home, she felt like a new woman. Well, maybe not a new one, but definitely one with a great outlook on things. And tonight Corbin was taking her out for a nice dinner and a movie. It might not be the big city, but she decided to go all out in getting ready. Not wanting to shower and muss her new hairdo, she took her time picking out a deep purple minidress she had bought but never worn. Ken had told her it just made her look too fat, but Corbin liked her curves. Holding it up in front of her, she looked into the mirror.
Her eyes sparkled and Zinnia realized she was actually happy. True, she came to Corbin’s Bend to escape and it was up in the air as to whether or not that had worked, but she didn’t remember ever being this happy except for when she’d been on stage. “Moving here was the best decision ever,” she murmured as she placed the dress on the bed. “Who’d a known? Leave my career for the middle of nowhere and find myself safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado.” Adding hose, a garter belt, and heels to the ensemble, she glanced at the clock. She had about thirty minutes before Corbin should be here. Just enough time to make his jaw drop.
The purple velvet dress was even more beautiful than she remembered, but her eyes were instantly drawn to her wide hips and abundant chest. The dress didn’t allow for a bra so the girls were free. Thankfully the bodice was tight enough that it at least somewhat held them in.
The sound of the garage door opening made her grin. She loved that Corbin had a remote to her garage. It felt… like a relationship.
“Hey, baby,” he called from the door to the garage.
“In here,” she called back, slipping her toes into five-inch heels. Turning to the bedroom door, she leaned against the wall, jutting one hip out.
He walked in. “How was yo—” Dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks, he was a wonderful sight. Especially when his eyes widened and his shaft tented the front of his pants. “Zinnia, holy shit. You need to wear that every day.” Blue eyes darkened as he stalked toward her, looking more like a mountain lion after his prey than the gentleman she had become used to. Ooh, yes, let the animal loose, she thought. His firm hands slid over her arms and up to her shoulders before sliding down over her waist to her hips. “Oh, yeah,” he said, a soft growl in his voice. “This dress is a keeper.”
“I’m glad,” she said, smiling at him. With her heels, she was closer to him in height and she rather liked the fact she could almost look him in the eye.”
As if he couldn’t stop himself, he yanked her hips to him and pressed his lips to hers, nibbling on the lower one. “Damn,” he grunted against her mouth, “I’m trying to decide if I really want dinner.”
Giggling, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. As she pulled away, she winked. “Dinner’s a great idea. A movie? Well, we’ll see.”
Groaning he took her hand in his and led her out of the bedroom and the house. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch,” he murmured as he opened the passenger door and held her hand as she slid inside.
She couldn’t wait to tell him the best part. Well, actually she could. Zinnia felt a little wild herself tonight and hoped to drive Corbin to his animal side so much he wouldn’t hold back at all. There was a part of her that truly wanted to be ravaged by the man.
Amore was a beautiful restaurant with one whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the development. They were shown to a corner table in a small alcove with a flickering candle in the middle. “Nice ambience,” she said as he held her chair for her. Once she was seated, he took the chair to her right. The way the restaurant was angled, nobody could see them except for their server when he arrived.
The wine was good, as was her lasagna, and his cacciucco was divine. Zinnia looked forward to the next time they came to try more of the dishes. As they ate, he would feed her food from his plate and hers and they leaned closer and closer together, his lips touching hers more often than not. The heat within her was already jacked up and now it was pumping. Her core unfortunately was a little wet and for a little moment she was embarrassed. Until his hand, which had been rubbing over her smooth leg, slid between her thighs and found her surprise.
“No panties?” he asked in a husky voice.
“None,” she whispered back.
“Check,” he called to their waiter, making her giggle. After paying, he took her by the hand and hurried her out of the restaurant and to his car. Amore sat toward the northern most part of the community, so there wasn’t much above it. He must have figured that out as well, as instead of turning the car toward the development, he turned left and drove to a dead end where there were no houses but there were plenty of trees. Turning toward her, his eyes slid down her dress. “I need you. Now.”
“Yes.” She expected him to ask her to go into the backseat. Instead, he unzipped his slacks, letting out his thick, throbbing cock.
“Climb aboard, Zinnia.”
Thrilled, she undid her seatbelt and somehow got across his car and over his lap. As she lowered herself, sliding down his length, she moaned. His hand grabbed the back of her head as his tongue pushed its way between her lips. There wasn’t much further in the way of thinking. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her up and yanked her down, using her body to fuck with. Growls and grunts left his throat as his tongue fucked her mouth with just as much ardor as his dick was showing her cunt.
Grasping his head rest to hold on, she arched her back, loving the feeling each time he yanked her down over him, the sensation of his cock thrusting inside her pussy, filling her up, making her feel as though he would burst her wide open.
Fingers dug into her hips as he sped up, his hips rushing up to meet her as he pulled her down. “More,” she grunted, her body climbing toward release.
“Touch yourself,” he grunted. “Rub your clit. Make yourself come, Zinnia. I want to see it.”
Turned on, as she had never touched herself in front of a man before, she held on to the head rest with one hand and dipped the other between them. He yanked her skirt up high enough she was able to slide her fingers between her legs, rubbing quickly over the nub as he continued to push her up and yank her back down.
Vaulting into ecstasy, she cried out, arching as she came. Not a moment later, he called out as well, his shaft throbbing inside of her. Gasping, she flumped forward against him, trying to catch her breath. Strong hands slid up her waist until he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “Zinnia,” he murmured against her lips.
“Hmm?” She was utterly content.
“I forgot to wear a condom.”
Her eyes flashed open and she pulled back. “Oh.” Instantly her mind tried to figure out when her last period was.
“You don’t have to worry, though. I’m clean. The only woman I’ve had sex with besides you in eighteen years was my wife and the last time for that was several years ago.”
“I’m clean, too,” she admitted. “But… um, my period was two weeks ago. I could get pregnant from this.” She hoped that didn’t freak him out because at least one of them needed to be sane right now and she deserved to freak out. Pregnancy wasn’t on her list of things to do. Zinnia had never wanted children.
“No problem there, either,” he said gently, leaning forward to kiss her. “I was snipped a decade ago. I’m shooting blanks.”
“Oh.” Relief flowed through her, and strangely enough a little disappointment. “Shame. No Cary juniors ever,” she teased lightly, sitting up on her knees and climbing her way back across the car.
Chuckling, he shook his head as he grabbed a tissue from a box that sat between them and cleaned himself up. “Lena insisted. She didn’t want to get pregnant, but didn’t want me to use condoms either. As neither of us saw children in our future, it seemed the prudent thing to do at the time.” Putting the tissues into a bag and putting his dick back in his pants, he pulled out a few more tissues. “Spread your legs.”
Slightly embarrassed, she did so. It was strange to have a man want to take care of her like this. “Why didn’t she want you to use condoms?” she asked, trying to ignore the act that was happening between her legs. This felt more intimate than sex.
He grimaced. “She was afraid someone would see me buy condoms and gossip that I was having an affair.”
“That’s rather silly,” she said quietly as he tossed the tissues in the bag. Zinnia wanted to ask about his deceased wife, but didn’t know how. She still wasn’t sure how to measure up against a dead woman.
“Honey, if you want to know, just ask,” he said kindly, turning up the heat in the car. She realized she’d been shivering.
“What was she like?”
“In the beginning while we dated, she was vibrant, lively, loving, and passionate. Then, she changed. Turned out she married me for the money she assumed I would make.”
She stared at him in shock. “Was she a total idiot?” she exclaimed before realizing what she’d said. Before she could apologize, he chuckled.
“I’m not sure what she was. To be honest, Zinnia, I’m not sure I ever truly knew the woman. Sad, isn’t it? I spent eighteen years with her and never truly knew her.”
Leaning forward, she hugged him, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Well, I’ve only known you a few weeks, but you’re the best man I’ve ever met. She must have been crazy.”
“Thanks, sweetness,” he said, reaching up to rub her chin. “But I don’t believe in placing the blame on one party. I had to be at fault somewhere in there.”
Silence filled the car and Zinnia wondered just how horrible it must have been to live with someone for eighteen years and be total strangers. Then she thought back on the last twenty-three years of her life. Did she know any of the people she had interacted with at all?