Guilty Pleasure (2 page)

She wondered
briefly where Jason was, but decided it was better to just let whatever
happened—or didn’t happen—in the kitchen go.
 Just your over-active
imagination, Ann
.

She leaned
on the fence, watching Ben drive away in his old dusty pickup truck. The sheep
were in the field now, grazing, looking amazingly skinny and a bit awkward in
their newly shorn state.

“Ma’am?”
She recognized Jason’s voice behind her.

She turned.
He was still wearing the clothes he’d worked in, grimy with dirt from the
sheep, his shirt sweat-stained.

“Hi, Jason.
What can I do for you?” She was hesitant, not sure exactly what to expect from
him, or herself. And now, after the fragment of conversation she’d heard, not
sure she could trust him. Girlfriends, former or current, usually meant trouble.

“Well, I
was wondering if I could impose on you one more time, for a shower. I have my
own towel and soap, so all I’d need would be the water.” He smiled at her and
it started all over again, that odd thumping of her heart.

“Um…well…”
She hesitated briefly.
What the heck. The guy still did a hard day’s work.
“Sure.
Same bathroom you used before.” She caught his gaze, saw something that looked
like relief.

“Thank you,
ma’am.”

“And you
can call me Ann now. You’ve spent an afternoon with my sheep. They know you
better than I do. I think we can be on a first name basis.”

Jason
smiled. “I’d like that.”

Ann left
Jason at the bathroom door. She sat at the kitchen table, listening to the
water running. She tried hard not to imagine him in the shower, water sliding
over all that smooth tan skin, the bubbles from the soap streaming over his
body, his hands moving over himself as he took his shower. She sighed. It would
do her no good to get all wrapped up in someone who wasn’t going to be around.

When he
came out of the bathroom, Jason was wearing a white shirt, well-worn but clean,
and clean jeans. He saw her and walked over, his bare feet almost silent as he
crossed the kitchen floor.

“Thanks,
Ann. I feel a world better after getting the day’s sweat off.” He ran his hand
through his damp hair, mussing it up, making it just that much sexier. She
wasn’t sure how much more of this she could stand. Her heart was fluttering
along in her chest, her palms were damp, and there was a distinct low-level thumping
going on in her belly. It had been a long time, but she still recognized all
the signs: she was turned on by Jason.
No doubt about that.

“And I’m
sure I smell a far sight better.” He laughed.

Ann smiled
up at him. “You’re welcome. Did you eat lunch? I don’t remember seeing you get
a plate.”

Jason shook
his head. “No…I got busy with…something came up, and I didn’t get a chance. And
then I went back to work.”

Ann stood
up. “Let me fix you a plate then. There’s plenty of leftovers….” Her voice
trailed off.

Jason was
standing between her and the counter, not moving. She almost walked into him.
He looked down at her, his green eyes searching her face.

“I think
there’s something else I want, Ann. I think you want it too.” He reached out
across the small space between them, his hands sliding along her bare arms. The
touch of his fingers on her skin sent a wave of heat through her body. She
could feel the rough callouses from his work, the strength in his hands. And
she realized she wanted those strong hands on her body, holding her, touching
her.

Ann felt her
body responding to his touch, to his nearness, to his very scent. A tiny voice
in her mind told her this was a mistake, that nothing good could come from a one-night
stand with an itinerant sheep shearer.
Especially one who might have someone
else back home named Sarah.
Or the Sarah left behind at the last ranch.

But Ann
didn’t care. In that moment, all she wanted was Jason. It had been so long
since any man had sparked her interest, or, for that matter, had shown even the
slightest interest in her. She wanted Jason, wanted to see his naked body in
the soft evening light, all that smooth skin and those hard muscles. And to be
there with him, to have him see her, touch her, take her.

Ann found
herself going willingly into Jason’s arms, letting him wrap them around her,
holding her close. His lips found hers, brushing over them softly. She felt his
tongue slide along her lower lip and she opened her mouth to him.

His tongue danced
with hers, sending little tingling rivers of electricity through her. She felt
his hands on her body, sliding up her bare arms, moving down over her breasts.

Ann
shivered, pushing herself against his hands. His grip was firm, squeezing her
hard, his thumbs skating across her nipples. She moaned against his mouth, feeling
his lips curve into a smile in response. His hands felt amazing on her breasts,
but she wanted his mouth, his tongue on her bare breasts, kissing and licking,
sucking her nipples.

His hips
were pressing forward, the pressure of his erection hot against her stomach.
She shifted her body, sliding her hips across his, and heard an answering moan
from Jason.

Ann’s body
was vibrating, responding to the touch of Jason’s lips and hands, the press of
his cock against her. And she wanted to feel more of him. Those thumps of
arousal low in her belly were stronger now, insistently driving her toward what
she wanted… and what Jason obviously wanted as well.

She broke
away with a gasp, her eyes locked with Jason’s. “Come with me.”

Ann took his
hand, pulling him down the hall to her bedroom. They were barely through the
doorway when Jason spun her around, hands on her arms, fingers flexing against
her skin.

He pulled
her hard against him for a moment, his lips insistent, as his fingers started
undoing the buttons of her blouse. Ann looked down, her heart pounding, breath
coming in shallow gasps, watching as his big hands moved down the front of her
cotton shirt.

Jason
pulled the shirt down her arms, dropping it on the floor. She watched his face
as he looked down, his fingers moving over the sheer fabric of her bra. He met
her gaze and she nodded, reaching behind to undo the clasp of her bra. That too
fell to the floor. His eyes traveled back to her breasts, his gaze hungry and
hot, watching his own hands on her skin.

“You are so
beautiful, so soft. I’ve wanted to see these…to touch them, since the first
minute I saw you.” His fingers were tracing circles on her skin, moving closer
to her rosy nipples. Ann watched, mesmerized, as he bent his head, pulling one
nipple into his mouth. She closed her eyes, winding her fingers through his
thick hair, another jolt of arousal thumping deep inside.

She looked
down, watching as he sucked on one nipple, drew it into his mouth, his tongue
caressing her. It grew hard as he sucked, and she felt herself growing wet. He
pulled away, moving to the other breast, taking his time, kissing her skin,
pulling that nipple into his mouth. Ann’s arousal spiraled higher as she held
him to her. Jason finally pulled away, leaving both nipples hard and damp.

Jason stood,
his eyes meeting hers. He undid the buttons on his shirt, his eyes never
leaving hers. The instant his shirt was off, Ann had her hands on his body, fingers
moving over all that smooth skin, tracing the contours of the hard muscles
beneath. She leaned forward, catching one brown nipple in her mouth, flicking
her tongue over it, grazing it with her teeth. Jason gasped, his fingers
tangled in her hair.

Looking
down, she could see the bulge of Jason’s cock straining against the front of
his jeans. She ran her hand down the front of his body, feeling the heat and
hardness of his erection though the denim. She cupped him, squeezing gently and
she heard Jason moan, felt him jerk against her hand.

She broke away,
looking down, watching her own eager fingers as she undid the button and zipper
on his jeans. Jason tugged his jeans down over his narrow hips, kicking them off
his long legs, his cock free of the confines of the denim, rising up, long and
hard from the apex of his thighs. Ann bit her lip; it had been a long time
since she’d had any man in her bed, and even longer since she’d seen a cock
this big, this beautiful.

Her fingers
trembled slightly as she reached for him, as she wrapped her fingers around his
thick shaft, hot and hard. She heard him exhale as she squeezed him gently,
stroking him slowly, the silky feel of his skin over the hard shaft making her
moan a little herself.

“Oh… God...
what you do to me.” His eyes were hot in the soft evening light. He grabbed her
arms, tipping her backward onto the bed. He made quick work of the button and
zipper on her jeans, tugging them and her panties down her legs.

He stood
for a moment, looking down at her, his eyes traveling over her body, lingering
here and there. “You’re so beautiful, Ann.” He smiled. “I keep repeating
myself, but you are. From the first moment I saw you today, I wanted this to
happen. It’s been the hardest working day of my life, knowing you were so
close, hoping I’d get this chance.”

He climbed
up on the bed beside her, pulling her against him, holding her in his arms, his
lips finding her mouth again. His kiss was intense, his lips claiming hers, his
tongue insistently probing her mouth.

Ann felt
his erection pressing against her hip, just as insistent as his kiss. She
reached for him, holding him, stroking his cock. He moaned against her mouth,
his hips flexing forward as he responded to her touch.

“God that
feels so good… it’s been such a long time….” Ann recognized the passion and
longing in Jason’s voice, matching her own feelings of desire.

Jason ran
his hands down Ann’s body, his fingers tracing patterns on the skin of her
breasts, over her stomach, sliding lower, moving between her legs. His fingers
slid over her clit, making her jerk, a soft cry escaping her lips. Then he
probed further, his fingers inside her, stroking her, making her cry out
loudly, breaking away from his kiss.

Ann’s hips
were rising, twisting on the bed as Jason thrust his fingers into her. She
clung to him for a moment, letting him touch her, letting his fingers work all
sorts of magic, waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Finally it
was too much. She pulled away, looking up at Jason. “Now, Jason… please.”

Jason moved
over her, his cock pressing against her inner thigh. He held her face in his
hands a moment before sliding himself into her body. Ann exhaled, a soft moan
escaping her lips. She felt him flex his hips, pushing himself completely
inside her.

“Oh, Jason…
yes.” His eyes were dark in the soft light. She sensed the same passion and
longing she felt, in Jason.

Ann watched
Jason’s face as he pulled back, thrusting his cock slowly into her, over and
over, each stroke fueling the arousal she felt. They held each other’s gaze as
he increased his pace, driving himself into her harder, faster.

They were
locked in this primal dance, their bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm.
Ann felt herself being driven toward the edge, the heat and passion rising in
her body. She rolled her hips upward, meeting Jason thrust for thrust, his
sounds mixing with her moans and cries. Each thrust of his cock pushed her
further, took her closer to her orgasm, sent waves of arousal crashing through
her body.

Suddenly she
was coming, crying out loudly, arching up against Jason. She twisted on the
bed, her hands clutching at the sheets. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over
her as Jason continued thrusting into her, her orgasm seeming to go on forever.
She could feel her body contracting around Jason’s cock, could feel every
nuance of him inside her as she came.

She was
still shaking when she felt Jason tense above her, every muscle in his body
taut as he sought his release. Ann watched his face, his eyes tightly shut,
lips parted.

“Jason…,”
she breathed his name. He opened his eyes, looking down at her.

“Oh, God,
Ann. This is… oh, fuck… this is amazing….” His words trailed off into
incoherent sounds of pleasure.

Ann felt
him thrust sharply once, twice into her, before holding himself buried inside
her, poised on the edge of his release, his hips driving his cock into her.

“Jason…,”
she said his name again, her fingers brushing his face.

That was
enough to send him over the edge. Jason threw his head back, a primal sound
coming from his lips. His thrusts were short, sharp… erratic jabs, and then she
felt him coming, his seed flooding into her, hot and wet, filling her as his
cock pulsed and throbbed inside her.

He held
himself above her a moment longer, and then collapsed on top of her, his arms
holding her tightly against him as the last waves of his orgasm flooded through
him, his hips still flexing randomly. She could still feel his cock moving
slightly, fainter pulses and twitches.

Ann felt his
body gradually relax, and he rolled to her side, pulling her with him, his cock
sliding from her body. He held her a long time, breathing hard, his body
covered with a sheet of perspiration, one long leg thrown across her hip.