DivineWeekend (4 page)

Jesus, where to start?
Strip!
Yeah, strip would be
good—watching her shapely, naked body was something he would never tire of. “Strip
first.”

She leaned in and nipped at his lower lip. “Your wishes are
my command, sailor.” Stepping back, she turned, then looked back over her
shoulder. “Have a seat.” With a wink she moved toward the dining room table.

He did as he was told and braced himself for the home show
she’d promised. It was going to take a lot of effort to just sit and watch when
his cock was already begging for action, but he sure was up for the challenge.
He looked down at the tent in his pajama pants and sighed, then looked up as
Julia reached for the buttons of the men’s pajama top she was wearing and with
steady fingers began to free them one by one from their holes. Halfway down she
stopped and eased one shoulder free, displaying smooth, alabaster skin that
contrasted with the dark fabric. “Relax, Ben, enjoy the view.”

He did enjoy the view of her long, bare legs and her round
shoulder. And when she shook her thick, gold hair and tilted her head with a
teasing look, Ben sighed deeply and sank farther into his seat. She was killing
him, but he was a man to endure life’s hardships. Or so he hoped.

Julia opened a couple more buttons, showing the swell of a
perfectly round breast. Her eyes locked with his as she licked her lips and
glided her fingers through her hair. The movement pushed her tits up, exposing
them to his full view. He swore, his dick twitching in his pants. Hot damn, she
was good at this! She’d probably done it before. Numerous times, even. The
thought of Julia with other men made him seethe, the image momentarily working
against his high. Stupid, considering he was no virgin, but he couldn’t help
feeling jealous of her past. He brushed his hand over his bearded chin and neck
to calm himself down.

“What’s wrong?”

She’d stopped, her hands clasping the front of the pajama
top, her watchful gaze on him.

He shook his head.
Idiot!
He had managed to emit
negative vibes that he had no business feeling, threatening to ruin his and her
moods. “Nothing is wrong. Please carry on.”

“Sure?”

Detecting the uncertainty in her voice, he wanted to kick
himself for throwing doubt where none should be. He nodded. “Positive.”

She finished unbuttoning her top but kept it on. Cupping her
luscious breasts, she held them high as her fingers tweaked the engorged
nipples. Her head fell back, revealing the heartbeat in her throat. His cock
quivered and he gave it a couple of soothing squeezes.

“You too,” she demanded, her pleading eyes a contrast to her
brave words.

Ben did not hesitate. Loosening the drawstring of his pajama
bottom with one hand, he dove inside his pants with the other, releasing his
cock.

Her lips opened slightly and her breath sped up. The sight
of his hand firmly gripping his straining length was obviously as much of a
turn-on to her as the sight of her semi-naked body and the prospect of her
masturbating in front of him was to him.

She rested against the table, one hand caressing her breast,
the other playing over her blonde mound with her long fingers and painted nails.
Ben’s balls clenched with need, but he gripped his base to stop himself from
coming too soon. The tip of one long finger disappeared inside her folds and
her eyelids drooped shut. He couldn’t take his eyes off her hand, circling
inside her sweet cleft, but he wanted to see more.

“Lie down,” he demanded, and at the sound of his voice she
opened her eyes. “Please. I want to see your fingers play.”

Silently she obeyed. Leaning back on her elbows, her feet
flat on the table, Julia opened her legs wide, exposing her pussy to his full
view.

“Oh God,” Ben growled as he twisted his crown, smoothing the
pre-cum over it.

He lifted his lips with a smile. Her snatch was
beautiful—pink and nicely proportioned with neat, trimmed hair framing it.

His hand glided over his slicked flesh. “Fu-uck!” He was
going to make himself come before the show began.
Down boy, down!

Their gazes met and held, then she leaned flat on her back,
presenting him with the sight of her lower body and the peaks of her breasts.
Jesus!
Ben stood, freed his legs of his pajama pants and approached the table, the
need to be close and touch her quickening his steps.

Using her index and middle fingers, she rubbed and stroked
her clit in a circular motion. His thighs shook and his balls clenched with
need. Watching her pleasuring herself, hearing her gasps and moans as her
fingers moved so precisely over her swollen flesh, was the most erotic thing he’d
ever experienced. Ben knew he would want to be inside her the moment she came,
so he slowed his touch to keep himself from spilling his seed too soon.

Her lips, firm and full, parted. Her eyes clenched tightly,
moisture covering her full breasts and puckered nipples. Sliding a finger
inside her gleaming wet sheath, Julia smeared the juice over her hard nub in a
well-rehearsed motion that almost brought him to his knees. Needing to touch
her, he pressed a hand to her leg. She moaned deeply. A stream of pre-cum ran
down his cock but he ignored it, focusing on her agile fingers as they worked
her plump clit.

A string of high-pitched cries announced her impending
orgasm. He stepped up his strokes, concentrating on the head, his gaze
frantically switching from her face to her hand. Toes curled up, Julia bucked
her hips forward and came with a growl that filled the silent room. Her thighs
still quivering from the mega orgasm that had ripped through her, she opened
her eyes and stared at him.

“I need to be inside you. Now.”

She smiled weakly and made an attempt to get up but Ben
stopped her with a firm hand to her stomach. “Right here.” She blinked as
surprise flickered across her beautiful blue gaze. Letting go of his dick, he
slid his hands under her knees and tugged her to the edge of the table. Then he
retrieved a condom from the front pocket of the pajama top she was wearing and
rolled it over his hard dick. Her legs immediately circled his waist. Reaching
a hand under her ass, he pushed his throbbing dick inside her.

“Oh God.” He groaned, his head falling back.

She was so tight and wet, and his need to thrust hard and
deep so fierce, he had to take a moment before he could trust himself to move.
When he did, he pushed in slow, his hardened length gliding through her smooth,
warm cocoon in a snug fit that felt better than anything he’d experienced in a
very long time. Ever. “You feel amazing. So tight.”

She clenched her inner muscles and he gasped. “You’re going
to make me come.”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

Sure was, but he didn’t want to come just yet. “Yes. In a
minute,” he groaned as he pulled nearly out, teasing her nerve endings.

She raised her hips, and closing her fingers on his arms,
she took more of him. “Ben!”

He couldn’t deny anymore what they both desperately wanted.
He chortled and slid back in. “Better?”

“Harder,” she begged, her breath heightening. “Please.”

The sight of her beautiful face so close to another orgasm,
her pale skin all flushed and warm, quivering with the strength of her need,
was too hard to resist. He thrust harder, sinking all the way to the hilt. She
whimpered and pressed closer against him, her hands now clutching his ass, and
he felt himself swelling as he had never done before. “Fuck!”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” She sobbed as he pumped harder, faster,
tension building to levels he didn’t think he could sustain.

His vision began to blur just as he lost control. A low
groan escaped his lips as cum exploded in jerky spurts while he hung motionless
above her. A couple more thrusts, a moan and a groan and he came, shuddering
and hissing ’til the last drop was wrung out of him.

Eight weeks later…

Summer was over—the patio furniture had been put away and
barbecue dinners replaced by pizzas in front of a fire. Autumn had moved right
in and with it the wintry weather. Reasonably warm in black tights and a light-gray
thermo, a beanie and gloves, Julia threw a suspicious glance at the dark
clouds. It wouldn’t be long before it began pouring.

“Come on, Fred,” she urged, running faster just as the first
drops of rain hit her face.

The brief assessment of the weather had convinced her that
if she was to stay dry she’d better go to Ben’s. His house was just around the
corner and she happened to have the key he’d given her to check his mail, and
air out the place while he was away in L.A. on business.

It had only been three days since he’d left but she missed
him already. The last eight weeks had been a dream. After their first night
together many others had followed, and before she knew it they were practically
living together. Julia smiled, recalling his determination to remain single
when they’d first met. He’d fought the attraction but had been helpless against
her allure, wit and beauty, he’d admitted one morning after they’d made love.
She was so in love with him she didn’t think she could love him any more, but
she did when he opened up and showed his vulnerability.

Ben had a body that turned her on like no one ever had, and
he was
soooo
good in bed, but it was his quick mind that fascinated her
most. They quibbled over ideas and opinions—mostly about the play—but she
admired him immensely and had complete trust in him. She sighed and picked up
the pace.

Having arrived at Ben’s, she made a quick run to the back
porch located just behind the kitchen. She waited for Fred to shake himself off
before entering the house and deactivating the alarm. She’d been there barely a
minute when the phone started to ring. The electric jolt of desire at the sound
of Ben’s deep voice on the tape shook her to the core. Even from a distance of
three thousand miles he still had the power to seduce her. She shook her head,
amused, and reached for a glass in the cupboard.

“Ben, where are you? You said you’d be here yesterday and I
haven’t heard from you. Your cell phone is turned off and your agent won’t take
my calls!” the female voice whined. “Honey, we must talk,” she said, her tone
becoming intimate. “Ben, we can’t throw away ten years of marriage, you know I
still love you.” A deep sigh. “Call me.”

At the sound of the beep Julia snapped out of her frozen
trance, her heart shattering as her hopes and dreams for a future with Ben
began to collapse.

Ben was married. Ben had been married for ten years. Ten
years! And for two months she had been clueless. How could he have been so
deceitful? How could she have been so gullible? The magnitude of his betrayal
hit her hard. She gripped the kitchen counter. He was someone else’s husband.
That made her the other woman. Her legs caved in and she dropped to the floor
weeping as her heart shattered into a million pieces.

* * * * *

Ben sat on the plane in a state of anxiety he hadn’t
experienced in a long time, if ever. How he wished the week was over and he was
traveling back east to Julia. He closed his eyes at the strong tug he felt in
his chest as he recalled her that morning—her hair all mussed from the pillow,
eyes heavy with sleep, and her sexy mouth ready for their first kiss of the
day. He couldn’t help smiling remembering their parting. That had been some
send-off!

Sex between them was hot. Red hot, in fact, and everything
about her turned him on. He could get high on her scent, taste, walk and even
on the way she talked—damn sexy when she role-played the teacher-student in the
bedroom…

His cock swollen, he shifted in his seat. Jesus, he really
had it bad!

A quick glance at the older woman sitting alongside
reassured him that she hadn’t noticed his hard-on. That was a relief, but he’d
better stop this train of thought before he embarrassed himself. He shifted his
gaze to the window, and damn if the shape of those white puffy clouds didn’t
remind him of Julia’s prize-winning breasts! He felt like a teenager in lust.
Yes, he had to admit he was obsessed with her body but he admired her mind too,
and that’s what made her so unique to him.

For years he’d believed true love wasn’t for him—not
surprising, he was too cynical to believe in fairy tales. Besides, he’d
traveled the world, lived in a town full of good-looking women, had met a few
really interesting and intelligent ones along the way, but had never found
love. True love. Then out of the blue, in a place where he least expected—come
on, Mystic, seriously? Bam! Head over heels!

And he couldn’t be happier.

Hence his trip to L.A.—not on business as he’d told Julia,
but to end his marriage to Lindsay. Despite living apart for the best part of
eight years and not having felt married to her for a very long time, it was
time he ended his travesty of a marriage. He owed it to Julia. He owed it to
them.

But he wasn’t exactly looking forward to their meeting—he
was almost sure there would be tears and pleas. All an act. A list of her
demands lay in his briefcase together with his private investigator’s report.
She hadn’t exactly been a nun in the last eight years, though she now claimed
she still loved him. He should have ended their marriage a long time ago, but
he hadn’t bothered to fight her in court as he had no intention to get married
ever again.

His face closed up. Would she deny him the divorce again? He
had the means to force her to agree, but he’d rather not use it. He’d try to
settle out of court and hoped she’d be reasonable. He didn’t care about the
house or any monies he’d have to part with. All he wanted was his name back so
he could give it to Julia.

What?
Marry Julia?

He waited for the delayed reaction to this outraged thought,
but to his surprise he felt nothing but elation. Incredible, unimaginable a
couple of months ago, but he had to admit he liked the thought of being married
to Julia. He liked it a lot, and he couldn’t wait to tell her that. His face
broke into a wide grin. Yes, he most definitely needed to settle things quickly
with Lindsay.

* * * * *

Ben showed up at her door looking quite sexy in all black
duds and a dark close-trimmed beard. The desire to throw herself in his arms
was so fierce she swayed a little and might have fallen if he hadn’t grabbed
her arm and steadied her. Sanity restored, she jumped back as if struck by
lightning.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again,” Julia spat
angrily.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded forcefully.

Her eyes widened, she couldn’t believe he had the nerve to
ask, or to show up at her door as if nothing was amiss. “You’re a married man.
That’s what’s wrong!” she said, overwhelmed with the urge to slap his face.

He looked over her shoulder and then back at her. “Do you
think we could have this conversation inside?”

She breathed heavily. “No. We’re not having a conversation
in or out…or ever! We are done here,” she stated firmly, starting to close the
door.

Ben loomed over her, powerful and ruthless and ready to do
battle. He stepped forward, stopping her from shutting the door in his face.
Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he clasped his long, strong fingers on her
wrist and pushed the door wide open with his other hand.

“We’re not done. Certainly not done talking, so stop acting
crazy. Now get in or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and do it myself.”

She blinked in shock. He wasn’t going to deny being married
or apologize for his deceit. Instead, he was using his physical strength to
subdue her. Next he might try to convince her to forget he was someone else’s
husband. She glared at him. “You wouldn’t da—” She stopped at the narrowing of
his eyes and reared back when he let go of her wrist, but before she could
escape Ben grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. Aroused by
his commanding behavior, she hid the shivers racing up her spine with the
pounding of her fists on his back as he kicked the door shut and walked across
the living room.

“Ben, put me down! Ben!”

Unceremoniously thrown onto the couch, she bounced up like a
jack-in-the-box but was stopped from getting away, his strong body pinning her
to the sofa. She shoved him away. “Get off me! Get off me, you Neanderthal, you
liar, you chea—”

Ben cut the flow of insults by covering her mouth with his,
then he rubbed and nipped her lower lip with an onslaught of kisses, making her
mouth all swollen and wet. When she finally opened her lips and his tongue
stroked hers, she let out a helpless little cry and wrapped her arms around his
neck, kissing him back with equal desperation.

Braced on one elbow, and not quite so gently, Ben tugged at
her T-shirt, exposing her breasts. She shimmied in a feeble attempt to get away
from him but he leaned more into her, blocking her movements.

“Keep still,” he said as his gaze roamed from her breasts to
her face, then back to her breasts. “God, I’ve missed you!” He rasped his face
dark, feral and full of desire.

His words nearly edged out the anger in her as passion raged
through her body. When he cupped one breast and ran his thumb back and forth
across her nipple, her eyes closed, anger no longer on her mind. He circled the
tip with his tongue, then the edge of his teeth nipped her tit and sensation
coiled low in her belly. Her breasts grew heavy and tight from his handling.
She arched against his straining erection, her nails clawing his shoulders. He
chuckled and shifted down, evidently pleased with himself, and she mildly
considered kicking him in the balls. But then she would be cutting her nose to
spite her face. She needed him intact. She rose on her elbows and watched him
swiftly remove her sweatpants and panties, then wink at her as he threw her
clothes on the floor. The combination of dark looks, wicked gaze and urgent
moves were so overwhelming she dropped back against the cushions in surrender.
Oh hell, she couldn’t think straight with her pulse thumping a crazy beat and
all her tender spots on high alert. She’d deal with their issue later. Much
later, she’d guessed by the hunger she saw in his eyes.

He cupped her breasts with his large warm hands and ripples
of pleasure bolted from each plumped peak down to her hot and very wet pussy. A
low moan reverberated in her throat. “Mmm, yes.” Ben laughed huskily, sliding
down her torso, and she gave an internal groan when he strung a trail of kisses
on her rib cage, belly and hip, then covered her mound and exhaled.

The plan was to send him packing and then forget
everything—erase all memories of him from her mind. Well, her plan was failing.
Entirely!

His tongue found her clit and sparks flickered along her
nerves to her toes and fingertips. “Yeees…Ben. No!” This wasn’t right, Ben was
married. He belonged to another woman, hurting at that very moment because of
her. The intrusive thought abated her desire. “I can’t do this.” She tugged at
his hair, intending to stop him but all she succeeded in doing was have him lap
her clit faster and harder. “Oh, oh, this isn’t right,” she cried out. “Ben…”

Ben lifted his head, and his eyes heavy-lidded with lust,
stared at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Bastard!
A shudder of desire rolled through her. No,
she definitely didn’t want him to stop, and he knew it! But she needed to know
there was a plausible explanation. Maybe it had all been a prank. It was
possible! When she’d almost convinced herself of his innocence her conscience
showed up.

Am I out of my mind? Ben is married!

S
urely the woman hadn’t lied. Why would she when she
had no idea that someone other than her husband would be listening to her message?

“Ben, I can’t do this. Please stop!”

He heaved a deep sigh and straightened. “Okay, let’s talk
then.”

She felt all jittery but forced herself to stay calm as Ben
reached for her discarded clothes and handed them to her as he sat beside her.
She slipped on her underwear and sweats, rashly removed only a few minutes
before, and met his stormy eyes as she leaned back on the couch facing him,
wondering what he’d say.

What could he possibly have to say that would excuse his
behavior?
By the way, Julia, did I forget to mention I have a wife in L.A.?
Would he perhaps go for the old cliché? “My marriage is over but divorce is
complicated because of the children.”
Children?
Did he have kids? She
had no idea. What else could he possibly be hiding from her?

“How could you?”

“Shh.” He ensured her compliance by laying a finger over her
lips.

Her gaze sharpened. How was he planning his defense? Not by
avoiding an explanation, she hoped. He wouldn’t get away with it. “Aren’t you
going to answer me?”

“I will, I am, if you give me a chance,” he said sternly. “I
admit I
was
married to Lindsay, but I did not cheat on her.”

Her heart dropped to her feet. So it was true.

He was married.

He’d lied to her.

She wanted to die.

“Julia, listen to me. Lindsay and I have been separated for
eight years.” He cupped her shoulders when she tried to get up, forcing her to
listen, to look at him. “It’s been a marriage on paper only all these years,
believe me.” His dark gaze was huge and steadfast on hers, and all she could
think of was how would she go on living without him? “I even asked her for a
divorce two years ago,” he continued, and hope lifted her spirit. “But she said
no.” She sagged back into doom. “I was getting ready for my sailing trip around
South America, so I didn’t bother to pursue the issue because I didn’t want to
deal with all the fuss then. I wish I had, but there’s no point dwelling on it
at the present. Past is past and all I’m interested in is now.” He took her
hand in his and his touch sent her heart into a crazy beat. She shouldn’t allow
him to touch her. How could she think straight when a simple touch immediately
aroused all her hot spots while melting her heart? She retrieved her hand.