Reckless in Moonlight (11 page)

“This isn’t a fling to me,” Lon said.

“No.” Dana inhaled. “For me either.” Hearing his admission and making hers rolled a boulder off her chest as if all her past hurts had tumbled off. She felt freer, lighter, as if she instantaneously had dropped ten pounds. She was on the Lon diet. She could partake of decadent delights, and not only would she not gain weight—she’d lose some.

Dana leaned her head on Lon’s shoulder and caressed his knee.

“Oh, my God.”

Dana jerked at the familiar-sounding shocked intonation.

Katie and two of her friends stood on the walk.

“What are you doing here?” Her daughter’s gaze shifted from Dana’s hand to Lon’s face, her eyes widening as recognition of his identity dawned.

“We’re waiting for dinner,” Dana answered, keeping her hand in place.

Katie shifted her purse from one shoulder to the other. “We just finished.”

“Katie, I believe you know Lon Corbin?”

“We’ve waved once or twice.” Katie nodded at Lon, then looked away.

Lon stood. “Hi. Nice to officially meet you.” He flashed a friendly grin and shook her hand.

“These are my daughter’s friends, Marissa and Jillian.” Dana introduced the other girls. More hands were shaken, and Lon took his seat again.

“Have you spoken to
Dad
lately?” Katie asked, putting an extra emphasis on the word “Dad.”

“We’ve been in touch about the divorce settlement,” Dana said. “Have you been to see your father?”

“You should go,” Katie said abruptly.

“What?” Dana frowned.

“Your pager. It’s going off.”

Dana followed Katie’s gaze to the flashing, vibrating device. “So it is.” Dana rose to her feet, trying to act as natural as possible. “Let’s go shopping one day,” she suggested.

Katie nodded. “Okay.

“Nice to meet you,” Lon said, and Katie’s gaze did a touchdown landing on Lon’s face before skidding away.

“Nice to meet you too,” she monotoned. Katie’s friends chimed bye, and they huddled on Katie’s flanks as they moved down the walk. They’d gone a dozen paces when Dana heard Marissa giggle. “Your mom’s boyfriend is cute!”

Dana couldn’t hear her daughter’s muttered response, but Marissa’s comment didn’t sit favorably, judging by the rigidity of Katie’s posture.

“Well, let’s not lose our table.” Dana tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Lon’s arm curled possessively around her waist to guide her into the restaurant. After they were shown to their table, he spoke.

“Is it just me, or was your daughter a little uncomfortable?”

Dana sighed. “I’d hoped you hadn’t noticed, but no, it wasn’t just you. Even though her father has a girlfriend, I think Katie was surprised to see
me
with someone. Maybe it’s the age thing.” She shrugged. “But then again, Roger’s girlfriend is even younger than you, and Katie was the one who said age is just a number.”

Their waitress appeared, and they each ordered a glass of red wine and decided to split a pizza. After the server brought their wine and salads, Lon’s gaze turned serious.

“Does Katie’s reaction change anything, the way you feel about us?”

“Not in the least.” Dana flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder. “I did worry what people would think. And no one’s opinion matters more than my family’s. But I didn’t choose to divorce her father—he left me, and I have a right to be happy. Katie will have to adjust.”

* * * *

Lon pulled up to the curb outside her house, and Dana’s heart started to pound. Her arousal that had kept her perpetually wet and repeatedly squeezing the plug spun into high gear. A giddy nervousness beat a rapid tattoo through her veins. Lon had never told her exactly what he had in store for her.

Dana licked her lips. “Would you like to come in?” she asked, knowing full well he would.

He flashed a what-do-you-think look and bounded out of the car to open her door. Dana eased out, never more cognizant of the toy than she was in that moment. Her ass was clenched; her cunt was spasming.

Dana led the way under a starlight canopy and a silver crescent moon, hyperaware of Lon’s hand on her spine. Despite a layer of clothing, her nerves danced under the light pressure of his fingers. She savored his possessiveness, the way he maintained physical contact.

When she moved to unlock her front door, he trapped her against it with his body. The house keys fell from her fingers.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, weakness stealing through her legs.

“Put your hands on the door,” he ordered. His breath steamed against her neck and tingled all the way down her spine.

She flattened her palms against the surface. “Somebody will see.” Excitement raced, but she feigned protest because it was all part of the game. Shadows shrouded her porch, the garage blocked the view from his parents’ side, thick shrubbery from the other, and Lon’s body from the street, but they
could
be caught, and she trembled from the lewd possibilities.

“You like my little toy, don’t you?” Lon snaked his hand under her skirt and hooked his thumbs into her V-string.

“Yes.” How could she pretend otherwise when the scrap of fabric being shoved down her legs was soaked and her musk of arousal mixed with the sweetness of the rosebushes in the flowerbed?

He tugged her skirt over her hips and tucked the hem into the waistband. The night air and Lon’s hand caressed her bare cheeks.

Dana’s nostrils flared, and she swallowed, alarm vying with desire. “Lon… I don’t know…” What the hell was she doing? She was a middle-aged mother of a grown daughter, a professional—a member of the neighborhood homeowner’s association, for crying out loud. She would have to issue herself a citation for indecent behavior!

“I do know,” he said and curved his forearm over her naked hip and delved his fingers between her legs. “You want this.” His cock, beneath the abrasive material of his slacks, was stone rigid.

“Let’s go inside.” Even as she said it, she widened her stance. He seized her swollen, achy clit, and she rocked against his hand, her body moving of its own accord as pleasure thrummed through her. The muscles of her ass gripped the plug as if it was her sole hold on sanity.

“Not yet.” He manipulated her clit with fierce, rough strokes, showing no gentleness or consideration for the most sensitive part of her body. Her mind reeled. How had he known what she craved?

“I won’t take you inside until you come for me on your porch.”

Someone would hear her. Dana clamped her lips together and shook her head, only to squeal in shock and desire when Lon grasped the generously lubed plug and, using it like a dildo, began to fuck her ass with it. Nerves lit up like the Las Vegas strip. Searing pleasure assaulted her from the front and back. She clenched her muscles and thrashed under Lon’s masterful hands.

She clawed at the door. Her manicurist would wonder what the hell she’d done, but she didn’t care. She didn’t need pretty nails when she was going to burst into flames and end up a pile of ash. She’d never felt so fucking alive as she did with Lon.

He had freed her from marital restraints and tapped into her secret yearnings to commit wild, wicked acts of sexual debauchery. Thrilling, scary. Reaching for an anchor of security, she twisted an arm behind her back and groped for his erection. Lon swiveled his hips to avoid her questing hand.

“No,” he growled and paused in reaming her ass.

She returned her hand to its former position.

“That’s my girl,” he praised her in a guttural voice and rewarded her with a thrust of the toy. Her ass was on fire, as was her clit, and ripples of need shuddered through her cunt, which ached for Lon’s cock, even though the overload of pleasure threatened to shatter her into pieces.

Dana moaned. “Am I your girl?” She panted, struggling to hold off so she could consider his words.

He continued to vanquish her clit while he worked the toy diabolically, further stimulating nerves gone wild. “My woman.”

His possessive endearment combined with his skillful technique sent her flying toward ecstasy as if she’d been shot from a cannon. Dana locked her jaw and dug her fingernails into the door.

Lon rammed the plug in her ass and seared her clit with the other hand. “Don’t fight it. Come for me. Now.”

Dana convulsed in orgasm, rocking violently between Lon’s hand and the toy. She clamped her lips together to stifle her scream, but even muffled, the loudness of it shocked her ears.

Shuddering, she sagged against the door.

Being a medical professional, Lon knew it wasn’t possible for a penis to explode, but holy fuck if it didn’t feel like it. His hard-on felt so goddamn huge and swollen, it was like having a frickin’ baseball bat lodged in his pants. A bat that throbbed and ached. The thought of how snug Dana’s cunt would be with the plug in her ass raged through him like a river lit afire. Lon moved his hand from her clit to her pussy and worked two fingers into her grasping entrance. Her pulsing walls gripped him like a vise. He had to get inside that cunt, and this time, Lon wanted nothing between them. Nothing.

“Are you on the pill?” Lon breathed into her ear, his chest heaving. It was risky for a woman in her forties to take oral contraceptives, but many women still did. Selfish of him, but he hoped Dana was one of them.

She shook her head.

His shoulders slumped with disappointment. “Shit!”

Dana mumbled something about ties.

“What?”

“Had my tubes tied,” she enunciated louder.

Relief surged through him. “I want to fuck you without a rubber,” he said, then added, “I’m clean.”

Lon released her and snatched the keys from the step. He got the metal into the lock okay, but, coated with her juices, his hands slipped on the knob.

Wordlessly, Dana brushed aside his hands. As soon as she pushed the door open, he hustled her inside, spun her around, and ravished her mouth. He kissed her with the ferocity of a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, and he was. His plan to tease had boomeranged. Every whimper, every jerk of her body, the way she’d drenched his hands, tormented him. How utterly symbolic that she’d bound him to his bed; he was tied to her in ways he’d never imagined.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth in a preview of coming attractions, and then gripped the collar of her blouse. His muscles bunched as aggression swelled. “How much do you like this shirt?”

“What?” She blinked, not yet comprehending.

“I’ll get you another one,” he said and, without waiting for her answer, tore it off her shoulders. Luscious red-tipped breasts bounced as she quickly wiggled out of the skirt ruched around her waist—probably afraid he’d rip that off her too. She wasn’t wrong. Her pert nipples taunted him, stirring the memory of chains swinging from the peaks, so close, yet so out of reach. His sexual ire arced, and he grabbed her ass, hoisted her upward, and captured a tip in his mouth.

Dana squealed, clutched his head, and dug her fingers into his scalp. She arched her back and pressed her breast firmly into his mouth. He sucked punishingly on the bud, pulling it, biting it, until it was redder, longer than it had ever been with the dangle attached, and then he inflicted his attentions on its twin while Dana jerked in his arms.

His woman
. The term had slid off his tongue as easily as his fingers had slipped through her wetness, but it felt right. She was his. His to fuck. His to enjoy. His…to care for. No ex-husband, no daughter, no one, would come between them. He wouldn’t allow it.

His cock signaled with “or else” messages, pressure throbbing. If he didn’t fuck Dana soon, he would come in his pants. He carried her to the couch, let her soft body slide down his, and then positioned her ass up over the sofa arm and gently kicked her legs apart. She braced her elbows on the seat cushion and peered over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded with passion, her mouth reddened from his earlier kisses. Christ, she was hot—apparently, her ex didn’t think with either of his heads.

“You’re so sexy,” he said and banished dumb-ass from his thoughts to focus on Dana.

“You’re driving me crazy. Are you ever going to fuck me?” Her sexy voice held a tinge of pique.

“Point taken,” he said and stripped himself of his clothing, dwelling on Dana’s exposed sex as he did so. Her entire vulva was engorged, her plump pussy lips gaping with invitation, the cream of her arousal and her own cum dampening her inner thighs. And peeking out from between her cheeks—the flange of his secret weapon. Lon grinned.

The way she’d come like a bottle rocket when he’d stuck his finger up her ass that first night in the pool had given him the idea. The special toy he’d selected for her could be used as a dildo or as a plug, which made it perfect for his purposes. Dana probably had no idea how many times a helpless “fuck me” look played across her expressive face during the course of the evening. Lon did. It was like watching his own personal porno flick.

One that had come to life, and its star was now bent over the couch. What the hell was he waiting for?

Lon ran his hands over the moons of Dana’s ass, and she shivered. He drew circles on her clit, and she moaned and ground herself against his hand. Responsive. So fucking responsive. He trailed his finger along her slit into her cunt. With the plug in her rectum, her pussy was snugger than normal, and he groaned. He had to have her. Lon guided his cock to her entrance, rubbed the head in her wetness, and pushed firmly.

Her channel, constricted by the toy in her other passage, held him off.

“Too big.” Dana moaned. “Remove the plug.”

“No, you can handle both, my cock and the plug. Trust me.” He’d fucked her enough to learn what she could accommodate, but he would take it slow to allow for the extra constriction. Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest, and he shook with the effort to rein in the urge to power into her. Grasping her hips, he worked his shaft into her channel an inch at a time. She couldn’t have gripped him any tighter if she’d grabbed his erection with both hands and squeezed with all her might. But she was wet. So slick against his naked cock. And tight. So tight. He ground his teeth.

“Yes, oh God, yes.” Dana’s throaty, ecstatic cry reverberated in his chest, filled him with triumphant satisfaction. He couldn’t remember the last woman he’d fucked who’d responded so gamely, with such abandon. Hell, he couldn’t remember any women, period; he only had thoughts of Dana.