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leaned her weight against the apple tree. Connor’s mouth was on her down there, all over the swelling, sopping lips, his tongue pushing against her aching clitoris, stroking it, his fingers continuing their steady probe.

“Oh God,” she cried again. Her fingers clutched at the rough

bark of the tree, her hips pushed her mound out, offering it as best she could to Connor’s mouth. She was as good as naked out

there in the winter air and it felt fantastic—her tits exposed, the full length of her aroused body on display, and Connor ardently pleasuring her between her legs. She didn’t know which felt better: the way his fingers pushed up into her, circled inside her and opened her, making her wish she could spread her legs wide for

him, or the way his tongue circled her clit, pushed up into its hood, then mashed against it, before circling it again.

She was going to come, but she didn’t want to come like this.

She wanted to explode into orgasm on his pounding cock. She

wanted to feel impaled on him, ravaged by him while she came.

“Let’s fuck,” she blurted.

“Okay,” he agreed, out of breath, his mouth a slick mess now.

His nose was filled with the thick scent of just how aroused she was and he could hardly contain his own excitement. “Turn

around,” he said, getting up. “Hold onto the tree. Brace yourself against it.”

She did as he asked, turning around awkwardly, her pants

still down around her ankles, when the rough bark of the tree

suddenly scraped against her exposed tits. “Shit!” she cried,

pushing herself away from the tree, steadying herself against

the trunk as best she could while keeping her breasts clear of it.

Her ass arched up, as if on instinct, readying her to be mounted
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from behind. And it didn’t take long, a mere moment was all.

Connor’s cock was thick and warm and solid as it pushed right

up into her sopping, eager hole. It felt incredible, the way it filled her. He felt harder than he’d ever felt to her before—was that

even possible?

“Oh God,” she cried, not sure she could take this kind of

pounding without something closer to hold on to. “Oh God,

Connor
.” He had a firm grip on her hips, pulling her ass up higher, getting his cock into her hole incredibly deep, giving it to her with very hard, very quick strokes.

“Can I come in you?” he asked urgently.

“Oh God,” she said again, moaning, her head swimming. It

all felt too good, it overwhelmed her—and she wanted a baby,

she so wanted a baby. Her ass went up higher, trying to get him all the way up her.

“Can I?” he asked again, his brutal rhythm increasing in

her.

“Yes,” she said deliriously. This, too, was almost too quiet to be heard—this lie, this deception.

He wasn’t sure what she’d said. “Yes?” he asked. “It’s okay to

come in you?”

“Yes,” she said. “Come in me.” Then she whirled to her senses.

She shoved him off of her with all her strength and nearly lost her balance. “No,” she cried. “Don’t come in me!”

“Christ,” he yelled frantically. “I’m coming, damn it.”

They uncoupled gracelessly, with Kaylie falling against the

tree, scraping herself, and Connor trying to keep himself from

falling by keeping his grip on Kaylie’s hips. The unstoppable

spurts of his orgasm spattered onto the snow.

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He tried to catch his breath. “What the fuck was that,

Kaylie?”

“I’m ovulating,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry.” She was too

upset to turn around and face him. She felt ridiculous now, hugging the cold rough trunk of the tree, scraped up, with her pants down around her ankles.

Sheepishly, she bent down to pull up her pants. She still re-

fused to meet his gaze. She could feel his anger and could imagine his humiliation. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “I lost my head.”

“Really?” he said—his voice heavy with sarcasm now. He

tucked himself into his jeans. “Is that what you call it, losing your head? You didn’t know it this morning when you consulted

your little calendar like you always do every single day of the year?”

“I’m sorry, Connor. I really am.” She turned to look at him

now and he looked disgusted with her. A moment ago they had

been entwined in such connubial bliss.
Damn it,
she thought.

Why had she done it? Or nearly done it—and which idea was

worse? They were both pretty lousy ones.

Connor zipped up his coat and turned to walk back to the

car—without her; he left her standing there alone to straighten her clothes and feel like a fool.

“Aren’t you going to wait for me?” she called out.

He stopped and turned and looked at her. “Come on, then.

Hurry up.”

She hurried. She pulled herself together and ran to him,

searching his face for even the slightest clue that he didn’t completely despise her. “That was pretty sucky of me, huh?” she

finally said. “I’m just really confused, Connor.”

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He didn’t reply; he started walking again.

Kaylie kept pace with him, afraid to say anything more.

When they reached the car, a light snow had begun to fall.

Connor opened Kaylie’s car door for her and held it. She slid into the passenger seat and then looked up at him, smiling hopefully.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome, Kaylie,” he replied. He closed her car door

and went around to the driver’s side. He got in and closed his

own door. He turned the key that was still in the ignition and—

nothing. He tried again. “Great,” he spat. “This is just great.”

“What?”

“The battery’s dead.”

“Oh no, you’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not kidding.” He tried the ignition again—nothing,

just an ineffectual
click.
“Shit.” Connor got out his cell phone.

“Give me the number for the Auto Club; the membership card’s

in the glove compartment.”

Kaylie complied, feeling that somehow this dead battery was

her fault. “I’m so sorry, Connor,” she said.

He took the card from her and dialed the number.

“I need someone to come out and jump my battery,” he said

into the phone. Kaylie stared morosely out the window while

Connor gave the Auto Club their exact location. “You’re kid-

ding,” he said. “Why so long?” A frustrated pause; Connor tapped his fingers angrily on the steering wheel. “Okay, then.

Well, obviously, we’ll be waiting.”

He closed his phone. “It’s going to be at least half an hour,” he told Kaylie. “And probably more like forty-five minutes. There’s no one closer. In the Auto Club’s opinion, we happen to be out

in the middle of nowhere.”

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Kaylie looked at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, Connor. I re-

ally am.”

“Why should you be? You don’t work for the Auto Club.”

“You know what I mean. I’m sorry about the whole thing,

about what just happened out there.”

“And what did just happen out there, Kaylie?” He studied her

now unflinchingly. “Do you want to explain yourself ?”

“If you’ll let me.”

“I’m letting you. Who’s stopping you?”

“You’re not being entirely, well, you know—”

“What? I’m not being what—
considerate
of you?”

The way he emphasized the word
considerate
made Kaylie feel three years old. “Point taken,” she conceded quietly. “That was inconsiderate of me, to put it mildly.”

Connor sighed. “I
don’t
want to fight with you, Kaylie. We were having such a great time. Why would you do that to me?

Since when is this just your marriage, huh?”

She had no adequate answer for that.

“And not just the way you shoved me away from you so

rudely—and never would I do a thing like that to you, Kay.

But this baby thing—it’s getting out of control with you. What

were you trying to do, trick me into creating my own kid? Like

I wouldn’t want to be there with you if a thing like that could
maybe
be happening, after everything we’ve been through about this already?”

“I just . . . I don’t know. I guess I was just . . . I’m
thirty-two
years old
already, Connor,” she finally sputtered in defeat. “I am so tired of waiting for you to be ready.”
God that came out sounding
mean,
she thought; why am I being so mean?

Connor fell silent. They said nothing more for a while. They

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sat and stared out at the falling snow. It had gotten heavier; their footprints into the orchard were already obliterated.

“It’s cold in here,” Kaylie finally said.

“I know it is. The heater’s not on.”

“I know that, Connor. I’m just saying that it’s cold.”

They both heard it and saw it coming through the snow at

the same instant.

Connor said, “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a tractor,” Kaylie declared.

It was a tractor, all right, with a man in a bright orange cap

driving it. He was coming toward them, down the dirt road that

was now snowed over.

“I wonder if there’s some sort of farmhouse up that way?”

Connor said.

“I don’t know,” Kaylie said, “but maybe he can help us get

this car started?”

“I hope so. I’ll see.” Connor opened his door and got out. He

walked toward the tractor that was now coming to a slow stop.

The farmer called down to Connor, “I couldn’t help noticing

that you seemed stuck down here.”

Connor wondered what else the guy hadn’t been able to help

noticing, but right now, all Connor wanted was to get the car

started. “My battery’s dead,” he called back.

“I figured as much. I’ve got a charger up at the barn.” The

farmer got down off his tractor and walked over to Connor. “I

can either bring it down here and give you an emergency boost

that’ll at least get you to a service station, or, if you aren’t in too much of a hurry, we can take the battery up to the barn and

leave it connected for a little while; it’ll totally recharge you.

You won’t have to pay me anything. It’s up to you.”

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“Where’s the nearest service station?” Connor asked, notic-

ing that the farmer didn’t want to look directly at him. Christ, Connor thought to himself; he did see us. And then Connor

wondered if the farmer had been alone, or if there had been

other people watching Kaylie and him have sex out there in the

bone-dead orchard, where there was not so much as a speck of a

leaf clinging to any of the trees.

“Oh gosh, I’d say about eight miles,” the farmer said. “If it’s even open. It’s not always open in bad weather. Rick, the owner, lives pretty far out and doesn’t like to risk getting stranded down here in bad weather.”

“I can understand that,” Connor said. The snow was already

clinging to Connor’s hair, to his eyelashes, even.

The farmer said, “I got tools in the tractor. It’s no big deal

taking that battery out. Let’s just take it on up to the barn and recharge it.”

“You’re sure it’s no problem?”

“No problem at all. I take care of all my own vehicles around

this place.”

“Thanks,” Connor said. “How long will a recharge take?”

“About an hour,” the farmer replied. “Maybe a little longer.

It’s a pretty powerful little box. There’s a gauge right on it, tells you when it’s done.”

Connor could see the Flyers game disappearing in the dis-

tance. Even if they made it to the arena on time, this was more than a snowfall, it was a storm. With the battery acting up,

they’d be crazy to drive all the way to Philadelphia and back. “I guess I’ll take you up on that recharge, then. Let me just double-check with my wife.”

Connor opened his door, reached down and popped the hood,

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and said, “Looks like we aren’t going to Philly today. This guy’s offered to recharge our battery for free, though. If you don’t

mind hanging out here for about an hour?”

“But
the game
—you already bought the tickets. You were so looking forward to it.”

“It’s too risky, Kay. We can’t drive all the way to Philly and

back in this weather. Besides, if I don’t get the battery charged here, we’ll just have to stop somewhere up the road and do it, if we can even find a place. And then we’ll have to pay.”

“I don’t mind waiting here, that’s all right with me. I just feel bad for you—missing the game.”

“I’ll get over it,” Connor said. “Hand me that card from the

Auto Club again, will you?”

Kaylie handed him back the card.

“I’m going to go up to this guy’s barn with him, but I’ll come

back and sit with you while the battery’s charging.”

“Okay, honey.” Connor shut the car door again and was gone

from view. The snow had nearly covered the windshield now.

Kaylie couldn’t see anything anymore, and she could barely hear the men talking outside. Eventually she heard the sound of the

tractor heading back up the road.

One more hour in the freezing cold car, she thought. Well,

now they’d
have
to talk things out. She wouldn’t be able to stand it, being stuck in the car, all snowed over, and the two of them arguing, or worse—not speaking to each other. . . .