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  “You too.”

  Sam arrived ten minutes later with flowers and candy. She greeted him and Danny with a kiss and hug. “Hi.”

  He brushed his unshaven cheek against hers. “Hi yourself.” He took off Danny’s leash and harness before giving her his attention. “Any plans for today?”

  “Just to spend it with you.”

  “You don’t have to work?”

  “I took the day off.”

  He caressed her cheek. “Great. What would you like to do?”

  “Can we just sit, cuddle, and talk? We have a lot to catch up on and not much time to do it.”

  “Sounds great. Let me shave and—”

  She stroked a hand down his cheek. “Don’t. I like you like this.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped a kiss on her nose. “You are so damn sexy when you’re uninhibited.”

  She smiled up at him. “I plan to show you just how uninhibited I can be over the next few days.”

  “Sounds like a plan, baby.”

  “Yeah. Doesn’t it? I have a new digital camera I’m dying to try out. How about being my guinea pig?”

  “Sure, if you’ll allow me to take some of you with me when I go.”

  She liked the idea of his wanting her picture. “Deal.”

  * * * * *

  Mick woke to feel a pair of warm lips on his. He opened his eyes. Erinae, deliciously naked and enticingly voluptuous, sprawled on top of him. He smiled, stroking his palm down her back to her round ass. “Hey.”

  “Hey yourself.” She nibbled at his lips, slowly rubbing her pussy against his body. His cock hardened. “You know the best way to start a Sunday morning?”

  He cupped his palms over her warm, firm ass, eager to repeat the passion of the night before. “With a hot fuck?”

  “Hmm. You interested, handsome?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  She lifted her head and gave him a confident smile. “I thought you might be.”

  He squeezed her butt, grinding his hips against hers. “Oh, yeah, baby.”

  She rolled off of him.

  He lay in bed, watching as she opened a drawer beside her bed and tossed several condoms on the top. She opened one and rolled it over his cock. His heart raced as she straddled his hips and placed his cock against her entrance.

  She glanced down before looking up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire. “You have an awfully big, sweet monster cock.”

  His lips twitched. “For a white guy?”

  She laughed. “For a guy of any color. Whoever said white guys had small dicks never met you. This is one big, bad boy.”

  He jerked at her hips. “Are you going to talk or are you going to give me some pussy?”

  “Oooh, I am definitely going to give you some pussy, handsome.” She moved forward, easing his cock between the lips of her slit and deep into her tight, hot body.

  He groaned. “Damn you feel good.”

  “Well, you know what they say.”

  “What?”

  She slowly eased up and down his length. “The darker the skin, the tighter and sweeter the pussy. And you know this is some good pussy.”

  “The best I’ve had in ages.”

  She smiled and leaned down to press a hard kiss against his lips. “Just for that, you get to fuck me.”

  He rolled over until he lay on top of her, between her legs. Tilting her hips, he kissed her, thrusting hard and fast into her slick warmth as he fucked her.

  She moaned, wrapped her legs around him and bucked her hips against his. A wave of lust rolled over him and he fought to hold onto his control. Afraid he would come before he’d satisfied her, he pulled his lips away from hers and sucked the side of her neck.

  “Oooh!” She shuddered and exploded.

  The convulsions of her pussy destroyed the last of his control and he came, thrusting hard and deep, until the last jet of seed shot from his cock.

  He buried his face against her neck. “Oh, hell, that was good.”

  She stroked her hands down his back. “Yes, it was. You want to do it again?”

  “Damn right!”

  An hour later, he slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. When he returned to the bedroom, he pulled on a pair of briefs and pajama bottoms. He walked over to the bed where Erinae still slept and stood staring down at her. She lay on her stomach, her legs parted slightly, her cheek pressed against the pillow.

  She was pretty with her dark, sexy eyes and smooth, dark, lovely skin. Much of the sexual frustration he’d experienced since his divorce had dissolved under the sweet heat of her uninhibited response to him.

  She was funny, disarmingly honest, sexy as hell, and great in bed. A woman with all she had to offer usually wanted a commitment. He raked a hand through his hair. A new tension knotted his shoulders. The sex with her blew him away on a physical level, but left him unmoved emotionally. Sleeping with her was probably not one of the smartest things he’d ever done.

  She rolled over suddenly and opened her eyes. She smiled and extended a hand. “Hey.”

  He took her hand and sat on the side of the bed. “Hey.”

  She studied his face. “What’s wrong?”

  He kissed the back of her hand. “Nothing.”

  She sighed, keeping her gaze locked on his. “You look worried. Don’t. There’s no need.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She sat up, resting her back against the bed frame, making no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy. “We’re both adults, Mick.”

  “And?”

  “And let me ease your fears. Sex with you was great, but it was just sex.”

  “Erinae—”

  She shook her head. “Let me finish. I’m not about to fall in love with you just because you know how to use that big cock of yours.”

  “What?”

  She leaned forward and stared into his eyes. “I don’t expect you to fall in love with me either, Mick. All I want from you is sex.” She took one of his hands and placed it between her legs. “I want your big cock, not your heart. Okay?”

  A wave of relief washed over him. Still smarting from his unwanted divorce from his ex-wife, Helen, he wasn’t mentally ready to get serious with anyone yet. “You mean that? I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt you.”

  “Let me be brutally honest, Mick.”

  “Okay.”

  “I do want to get married again and you are a great lay. But when I get serious, he’s going to hopefully be tall, handsome, and very dark.”

  “Meaning what?”

  “Meaning I’m going to marry a black man. So if you can deal with a brief, casual sexual relationship, we’re good to go.”

  While annoyed that she found him good enough to fuck but not good to marry, he was nonetheless relieved. “Well, damn, Erinae, you’re nothing if not honest.”

  “The only way anything can work between us is if we’re honest with each other.”

  “So you’re serious? You’re really not looking for a serious relationship?”

  “I nearly always mean what I say.” She rubbed his hand against her pussy. “I’ll admit that I like you—a lot, but all I want is your cock and an occasional dinner out. Can you handle that?”

  He stroked his fingers along her pussy. “Oh, yeah.”

  “So tell me, handsome, are you interested in being my booty call?”

  He eased her onto her back and slid on top of her. “What do you think?” he demanded.

  “I think some handsome hunk had better bare his dick,” she whispered. “Your booty is waiting.”

  Chapter Nine

  Half awake, Trey tossed on his bed. It was happening again and he couldn’t stop it...

  Trey and Carlee walked together in the moonlight, hand in hand, miles from the house. Danton walked behind them, his reins tossed over his back.

  The night was still, the stars and a quarter moon provided the only illumination among the trees. The beauty of the night paled in com
parison to that of the slender, shy girl with the warm brown eyes and small breasts who walked at his side.

  Lately, every time they were alone, he longed to take her in his arms and kiss her until they were both breathless. Then he wanted to ease her down to the ground, push up her dress, and press his aching cock between her legs and into her pussy. Since he had seen her naked at the river, he couldn’t stop thinking about sliding between her legs. It was the last thing he thought about at night and the first thing in the morning.

  Burning with the need to at least kiss her, he turned, putting a hand on her arm. She stopped walking and looked up at him. “Time to go back already?”

  “No.” He wet his lips. Did he dare give into his desire? Would he scare her if he did? He knew, like him, she’d never been with anyone. But he knew from his father what happened between a male and female who were attracted to each other. Did she want him to touch or kiss her?

  “Carlee?”

  “Yes?”

  He closed his other hand around her arm, drawing her close to him. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. They looked soft, full, and in need of being kissed. He bent his head, brushing his mouth against hers.

  If she protested, he would stop. She didn’t protest. Leaning against him, she parted her lips, kissing him back. His heart raced and his cock stirred. He put his arms around her and kissed her again, grinding his lower body against hers.

  She shuddered and stiffened against him. “Trey! I can feel your…” She gasped and jerked away from him. She closed a fist over the bottom of her dress. “Take me back before you try to…”

  The blood rushed up the back of his neck. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

  “You’ve already done as much as I want you to. Take me back before you do more.”

  He looked away from the accusing look in her dark eyes, hurt and angry that she didn’t trust him. “It was just a kiss. I wasn’t going to do anything else.”

  “You were, Trey! I felt your thing.” She pointed a finger at his pants. “Look at it. It’s all stretched out. Take me back, Trey. Please.”

  He heard the panic in her voice. “I swear I wasn’t going to hurt you. You know I would never hurt you. Don’t you?”

  “I know what happens when a boy’s thing starts getting long when he’s with a girl. You want to put it in me. Mama said no matter what you say, I mustn’t let you.”

  “She thinks I’d hurt you?”

  “She said if I let you, bad things would happen.”

  “Do you want to let me?”

  She bit her lip and dropped her head. “Take me back, Trey.”

  He turned and mounted Danton. He leaned down and extended his hand. “Come on. We’ll go back and you can tell your mama I didn’t touch you.”

  She stood gazing up at him. “Don’t be mad, Trey. It’s not that I don’t want to, but mama says I mustn’t let you put it in me.”

  He grasped her hand and swung her up onto Danton’s back in front of him. She turned to look at him and he lost his head. He leaned forward and kissed her, nibbling her lips. He balled his hands into fists to keep from cupping them over her breasts.

  She drew back, pushing against his shoulders. “If you don’t stop, I’ll have to walk back, Trey.”

  “I won’t hurt you!”

  “Then stop kissing me! It makes me feel very strange. I feel hot and cold. Please, stop, Trey.”

  He touched her cheek. “Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you. I swear it!”

  “I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of how you make me feel and what you make me want to do.”

  Why would it be so bad for him to coerce or cajole her into doing something they both wanted? He looked into her eyes and saw his answer there. It would betray the trust between them.

  He swallowed hard and wheeled Danton around. They rode back to the house in silence. At the small shack where she stayed with her mother, she slipped off Danton’s back. He dismounted also. When she turned to look at him, he closed his hands over her arms and kissed her.

  She made a small sound, her soft, sweet lips moving against his. He slid his arms around her. “Come back with me,” he whispered.

  “No!” She pushed at his shoulders. When he reluctantly released her, she ran from him. He stood staring after her, resisting the urge to run her down, toss her onto Danton’s back, and ride off into the woods where he’d take her.

  He shook his head. No matter how much he ached, he would never hurt her. He heard a soft sound and swung around. He looked up at the house. His mother stood at her open bedroom window with a hand pressed against her lips.

  He turned and took Danton’s reins. After settling Danton in his stall, he made his way to the house. His mother waited in the downstairs hall.

  “What have you been doing, Trey Brandauer?”

  “I couldn’t sleep so I went for a ride.”

  “With Betsy’s girl?”

  He hated how she insisted on calling Carlee Betsy’s girl as if she had no name. “Her name is Carlee, Mother.”

  “I know what her name is,” she hissed. “And I know what I saw.”

  He sighed. “I kissed her, but that’s all. Now I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” He kissed her cheek and started up the wide staircase.

  “If your father learns what you’ve been doing with her—”

  He stopped and hurried back down the stairs to stare at her, his heart racing. “There’s nothing to tell him, Mother! I kissed her, but—”

  “What did you do when you two were alone?”

  “Nothing! You have to believe me.”

  She searched his gaze and after what felt like forever, she nodded. “I do believe you.”

  He closed his eyes.

  “But what’s going to happen the next time you’re alone with her?”

  He opened his eyes. “Nothing! I promise. I won’t touch her.”

  “You are of an age when a boy is ready to become a man. Betsy’s girl has the body and wiles of a woman, as her kind so often does.”

  As far as he knew his father had never touched any of the slaves on the plantation and yet his mother always behaved as if every female slave was a rival for his father’s affection. “She is not like that, Mother.”

  She shook her head, her eyes filled with hate. “They’re all like that, Trey. No matter how sweet or innocent they pretend to be! That girl is just waiting for a chance to lead you astray. I will not sit back and allow that to happen. I will not have mulattos in this family!”

  The hate in her voice and eyes shook him. “I give you my word. I will not touch her, Mother. I swear it! Please. You have to promise me you won’t tell father what you saw.”

  “Trey—”

  “Please, Mother. I don’t know what he’ll do if you tell him. Please promise me you won’t tell him.”

  “Trey—”

  “Mother!”

  She tightened her lips. “You promise me you’ll stay away from that girl and I will not tell him.”

  “What do you mean stay away from her?”

  “I mean no more midnight rides, no more long walks, no more anything. You stay completely away from her.”

  “For how long?”

  “Forever!”

  “Forever? Mother!”

  “You promise me that and I will not tell your father.”

  “How can I stay away from her forever? We live—”

  “I am not going to engage you in an argument, Trey. Will you do it?”

  “I…yes.”

  Although he had kept his promise, two weeks later, he woke to Carlee’s cries for him to help her.

  As the memory of the events of that night rushed at him, Trey cried out in anguish and bolted into a sitting position...

  Drenched in sweat and filled with fear and grief, he looked wildly around his bedroom. “Carlee! Honey, I’m coming!” He jumped out of bed and ran to the window. He looked out, not onto a road leading away from the plantation house, but on
to a dark, city vista.

  He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against the windowpane as the memory of what he’d lost rushed at him. He shook with grief. His knees bucked and he sank down to the floor, gasping. “Carlee. Carlee, I remember.”

  A sudden, overpowering tiredness descended on him. He closed his eyes. As he drifted into a deep sleep, he heard a warm, sultry compelling voice in his head.

  Trey Brandauer, the time has come for you to resume your burden. Come to me.

  When he woke several hours later, his memory had dulled again. He was left with an ache that haunted him and a certainty that he needed to make an appointment to see Dr. Margolis Cheyenne.

  * * * * *

  Carlee had promised herself that she wouldn’t cry. Standing at the front door with Sam Monday night, a lump tightened her throat. She blinked hard to keep tears at bay. “Can’t you stay a few more days?”

  He touched her cheek. “I wish I could, but you know my sister Phyllis is my only close relative. She’s very distressed that I’m heading out to the Middle East. I promised I’d spend the next four days with her and her family. She has all kinds of plans for us. As much as I’d love to stay here with you, I can’t disappoint her.”

  She nodded. “I know.” She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his chest. “I just wish…”

  He hugged her. “We had five wonderful days together. God willing, who knows what the future might hold for us?”

  “I’ll wait—”

  He lifted her face, pressing a finger against her lips. “No. I don’t want you to wait. A lot can happen in two years. If we both feel the same way when I return, we can talk about a more permanent relationship then. While I’m gone, I want you to live, Lee.”

  “Is that what you’re going to do?”

  “Not next week or even next month.” He stroked her cheek. “I know how hard it is to get to a point where being separated from you doesn’t ache like crazy. Eventually I’ll feel the need for female companionship—just as you’ll want male companionship. We both need to be free to do what we need to do. Just try not to fall in love on me. Okay?”

  She sighed. “Okay. Will you at least call me sometime?”

  “I’ll call you when I get there so you’ll know I arrived safely, but after that, we both need to live—at least while we’re separated. If what we feel is real, it can stand a two-year absence. Okay?”