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  “That’s a yes?”

  “It’s a double hell yes.”

  He laughed and kissed her. “I’m sure you could feel what you did to my cock. And to me.”

  She linked her arms around his neck and rubbed herself against him, while stroking her fingers through his hair. “Thank you for making me glad to be a woman again.”

  “You’ve always been a woman, but I want and need you to be my woman.”

  She kissed him. “I am so damn sedated, I am about to fall over.”

  “Then let’s go to bed.” He took her hand and lead her upstairs.

  When she would have paused outside the guest bedroom, he urged her forward until he pushed the door to the master bedroom open.

  She glanced at the bed where she and Hank slept and shook her head. “Not in here.”

  “Yes,” he said. “In here.”

  “It’s the bed I share with Hank.”

  “Shared. Not share and that’s why we’re sleeping in here. I want to eviscerate him from your memory.”

  “I’ve already given you my pussy and let you plunder, brand, and stretch it to hell out of shape.”

  “Do you regret it?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He caressed her breasts. “And now the campaign for your heart begins.”

  She shook her head. “Not in our bedroom.”

  “Please, cheré.”

  “It would be too disrespectful.”

  “I don’t care about respecting him. I want...I need to sleep with you in that bed.” He bent his head to lick her nipples. “Give me what I need.”

  “Or what?” She pushed him away. “Or you’ll get it from one of your hos?”

  He shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “And we’re not sleeping in here.” She turned and stormed down the hall to the guest bedroom.

  He followed and turned her to face him.

  She spoke before he could. “I have your seed trickling from my body. Isn’t that enough disrespect for one night?”

  He sighed. “My apologies,” he said and led her into the guest bedroom.

  He urged her across the room to the bed, kissed her until her lips felt numbed and then slowly undressed her.

  She closed her eyes and stood shivering as he kissed a path down her nude body to lap at her pussy. “Oh, damn, cheré. You smell and taste so good.”

  “My pussy is yours to plunder and enjoy,” she whispered, curling her fingers in his hair, and humping herself against his face.

  He licked, stroked, and nibbled at her pussy and clit until she moaned and came. Then he rose and quickly removed his clothes.

  She eagerly slipped into bed with him and settled between his thighs. What a wondrous feeling. Even flaccid, his shaft made her pussy ache.

  To her surprise, instead of making love again, he held her close and whispered how much he adored her as she drifted to sleep in his arms. Totally and utterly content in mind, body, and wicked soul.

  KANIA WOKE LATER TO find herself on her side with Raven nuzzling her neck. “Raven Elkhorn,” she whispered and turned to face him in the moonlit room.

  “Cher cheré.” He pulled her close and pressed a soft kiss against her mouth.

  She smiled and rubbed her breasts against his chest.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Wonderful. You really know how to work the kinks out of a neglected pussy.”

  He laughed. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

  Recalling how he had spent the last four days, she bit back a surge of jealousy. “I’ll bet you have.”

  He tipped up her chin to kiss her. “From now on, you have sole possession of my heart and my cock.”

  “Sole possession, huh?” She reached down to stroke him and then sighed.

  “What’s the matter?”

  She turned her rings on her finger. Lord. What had she done? “I need a minute.” She got up and hurried into the bathroom. After a moment of indecision, she decided shutting the door would be too much like closing the barn door after the horse had escaped.

  After peeing and washing her hands, she gazed into the medicine cabinet mirror. Her breasts felt tender and her pussy sated. She saw little trace of the shame she should feel in her reflection, which disheartened her.

  “The face of an angel.” Raven came up behind her, nuzzled her neck, and cupped his big, warm hands over her breasts.

  “Is that what you see?”

  “Yes. What do you see?”

  “The face of a shameless, unrepentant hussy.”

  He turned her into his embrace and looked down into her eyes. “Then you need to look again and see yourself through my eyes.”

  She caressed his face. “Have you spoken to Braden since you arrived?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “I doubt he’d understand.”

  “He encouraged me to take a lover, but I don’t think he meant you.”

  “He doesn’t get to decide who we sleep with. Why do you care what he thinks?”

  “I just do and clearly so do you or you would have told him you were staying with me.”

  “You’re starting to feel regrets.”

  “How can I regret the most...? It was so...I needed to be loved. I did and you made every fiber of my body feel loved and adored. You delighted nerve endings I didn't know I had.”

  “Then why do I sense a but coming?”

  The enormity of what she’d done began to weigh on her. Her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t regret sleeping with you, but let’s not pretend that I didn’t commit adultery.”

  He sighed and released her. “Figuratively? Probably. But in reality? No we didn’t.”

  “You didn’t because you’re not married. I am.”

  “And now you regret it?”

  “No,” she admitted. “And that makes it even worse. I let you take me against the wall with all our clothes on and didn’t even insist you use a condom.”

  “You didn’t let me. I coerced you and there was no way I was using a condom after the long, lonely years I’ve hungered for you.”

  “Are you saying you wouldn’t have used one if I’d insisted?”

  “No. Of course not, but I didn’t really give you time to insist on anything.”

  “I had time. I just didn’t...I wanted...I hungered for the sensual experience of knowing you were coming inside me. Knowing you were filling me with the evidence of your satisfaction, added an extra layer of delight for me.”

  “Damn woman. Really?”

  “I know. Shameless. Right?”

  “No. Sexy, but if it’s any consolation, I haven't had unprotected sex since college.”

  “Not even once?”

  “Not even once. I’ve always known what I wanted and that did not include a child with a woman I didn’t love and adore.”

  “Before Hank left, I’d decided I was ready to try and get pregnant again.”

  “And?”

  “I stopped all contraceptives three months ago.” Not that it had done any good.

  He turned his head and met her gaze. “And?”

  “And you pumped a lot of cum in me.”

  “And?”

  She moistened her lips. “And I loved accepting every drop, but I can’t afford to get pregnant.”

  His jaw clenched. “So what do you want to do about it?”

  She sighed and shook her head. “I’m going to shower and go to the pharmacy for a morning after pill.”

  “Must you?”

  “I don’t want to, but—”

  “Then don’t.”

  “I have to. I can’t get pregnant by you.”

  “And if you do?”

  She shook her head and turned away. “I have to go.”

  He caught her hand and urged her back to face him. “I’ll go.”

  “No. My mistake. I should go.”

  “It wasn’t a mistake and we did it together. I’ll go.” He walked across the room to the sho
wer and paused. “I actually don’t have any condoms.”

  “Used them all up with your friends with benefits?”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry about that.”

  “About what? Going to see them?”

  “No. I owed them the courtesy of telling them it was over in person, but I shouldn’t have stayed.”

  “And yet you did and no doubt spent your days and nights fucking until dawn.”

  “It wasn’t non-stop. They’re not prostitutes. We did other things during the day.”

  “And at night? Every night?”

  “It was just sex.”

  “So was what we did.”

  “No. We made love. There's a big difference between the two. Should I get condoms while I’m out?”

  “Why did you come back without protection?”

  “Although I’ll admit that I’ve fantasized about having raw sex with you, I didn’t have any expectation of that happening so soon. Should I buy some?”

  One lustful act of infidelity was a mistake for which Hank might forgive her, but only once. If she let it happen again, she’d be on track to become her mother.

  When she didn’t respond, he arched a brow. “Yes? No?”

  She glanced at his flaccid cock and longed to pump him to erection and then part her legs and welcome him back into her body. Repeatedly.

  “Cheré?”

  “Yes,” she whispered and put a hand over her face.

  He crossed the room to touch her cheek. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

  She pushed his hand away. “And you do?”

  “Probably not, but I promise you it would take an act of God to get me to leave you for an extended period of time.” He bent his head and brushed his lips against her ear. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t just adore you. I worship the damn ground you walk on.”

  “Please don’t say things like that.”

  “Why not? Am I going to be penalized for telling the truth?”

  “You’re making me want to do things I shouldn’t.”

  “That’s kind of the idea.”

  “Don’t you feel any guilt or remorse?”

  He hesitated before shrugging. “None that I can’t live with.”

  “Once he might forgive me for, but raw sex?”

  “You don’t think he’s going to forgive you?”

  “I wouldn’t in his place.”

  He rolled her nipples until they hardened. “Then there’s no damn reason we shouldn’t keep making love raw.”

  She moistened her lips, feeling herself creaming.

  He leaned forward and kissed first one and the other nipple. “There’s no feeling in the world like being inside you raw.”

  She smiled. Lord he made her feel sensual. “I take it you like my pussy?”

  He lifted his head to smile down at her. “I love it. More importantly, I love you.”

  She sucked in a breath, a feeling of joy flooding her senses. “That’s a strong word.”

  “What do you feel for me?”

  “You enchant and beguile me, Raven Elkhorn.”

  “You do that and so much more to me. And I can’t wait to make love to you again.” He drew her into his arms and rubbed his cock against her.

  She moaned and closed her eyes. “That would be beyond nice.”

  Seconds later, he eased her against the bathroom wall, and pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance.

  She snapped her eyes open and shoved against his shoulders. “But not without a condom and not before I’ve taken the pill.”

  “And what if you’re already pregnant?”

  “Please don’t say that.”

  “Why would it be so bad to have my baby?”

  “Because I’m married to someone else! You think I want to be like my mother?”

  “I never met her, but I have a hard time thinking badly of the woman who nurtured you in her womb and then birthed you into this world.”

  Was that what her father had felt? “She also abandoned me and destroyed my father. He could never trust another woman enough to marry again.”

  “Or maybe she was the love of his life...his wyanet and he never stopped loving her.”

  “What is it with you Elkhorns making excuses for shameless, wayward women?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Braden tried to give her a pass as well.”

  “Probably because, like me, he felt grateful she gave you life.”

  “Life and money, but no love. Thanks, but she doesn’t get a pass. Now if you’re not going, I will.”

  “I’m on it.” He kissed her and walked into the shower. He turned on the water and then looked at her. “Your phone rang twice while you slept.”

  “I’ll check my messages later.”

  “It was Hank both times. I know because you don’t have your do not disturb function enabled and his name and number was announced each time.”

  She glanced away. Trust Hank to call as she lay in the bed with Raven’s seed inside her. “Thanks,” she said and hurried back into the bedroom.

  Tumbling onto the bed, she pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to decide how much damage her marriage to Hank could withstand.

  Ten minutes later, Raven emerged from the bathroom stark naked.

  “Did you call him back?” He asked.

  “No.”

  “Are you going?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to at some point.”

  “But not tonight?”

  “No, maybe not while you’re here.”

  “Does that mean what I think it does? That you want to be with me?”

  “I do...at least for the next two weeks.”

  “And after that?”

  “I don’t know, Raven. I’m having a difficult time dealing with what I’ve already done. Please don’t try to push me to think beyond then.”

  “All right.”

  She glanced at his cock, recalled how long he came inside her and quickly looked away. “Could you cover up?”

  He slipped on his briefs and dressed quickly. Then he crossed the room to look down at her. “Does my bare cock offend you, Kania?”

  “Don’t I wish?”

  “Then what?”

  “It arouses me and makes me want to part my legs and let you come inside me until your seed is running down my leg like a river.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  “It’s hard, hot, thick, and long. So long that when you’re inside me, it’s almost like I can feel you thrusting up into my belly. The sight of it makes me hot and horny until I lose control of myself and toss all sense of decency aside. It makes me feel like what I am.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “And what is that?”

  “A slut. It seems to run in the family. Satisfied?”

  “No, damn you, I am not satisfied! You’re not a slut. Wanting the comfort of a man’s body does not make you anything but a heterosexual woman. We made love.”

  “We fucked.”

  “I don’t know what the hell you were doing, but I was making love. And I’m going to make love to you every chance I get. And you’re going to let me and that is not going to make you a slut. It’s going to make you a woman. My woman. So get the fuck over yourself already. And stop calling your mother a slut. You didn’t know her so you’re not qualified to judge her or her actions. She cared enough to leave you with a father who loved and adored you until the day he died.”

  He glared down at her. “You’re a normal woman who has every right to be happy. So don’t you ever dare call yourself a slut in my presence again.”

  He seemed so angry she felt sure he was on the verge of calling her a bitch.

  “And while we’re letting our damn hair down, I don’t want to hear that damned scarlet letter word again either. If we’re going to discuss breaking your marriage vows, let’s talk about how he abandoned you. You have a right to seek comfort elsewhere without guilt or sh
ame.

  “Do we understand each other, Kania?”

  Warmed by his insistence she respect herself, she nodded. “Yes, we do.”

  He turned and stormed out. Minutes later, he slammed the front door. Even his car engine sounded angry when he started it and roared out of the driveway.

  She turned on her side and hugged his pillow. And what an exquisite cock. Lord his dick was good. He was right. She was going to let him fuck her again. And Again. But no matter how much she enjoyed it, she wouldn’t lose sight of the fact that they were fucking. Not making love. But fucking had never felt so good. Licking her lips and reaching down to touch her pussy, she drifted into a restless slumber. Only to wake later from a nightmare of her father walking in on her in bed with Raven.

  Chapter Six

  THE DRIVE TO THE PHARMACY was a difficult one for Raven. With his thoughts in turmoil, he longed to talk to Braden or Seneka. But he suspected both would condemn his actions, as their father would have done. He had drilled several mantras into sons on the subject of how they should treat the romantic interests.

  If you love a woman, honor her. If you honor her, don’t ask her to live with you. Marry her. Marriage is a sacred and holy trust, both yours and others. Always respect and never defile it. Never sink low enough to come between a man and his wife.

  There he was, on his way to get a pill to stop the married woman he’d made love to from having his baby. He knew his father would be disappointed in him. More, he’d probably be ashamed of him. But he was so deeply in love with Kania, a part of him didn’t care. And that shamed him.

  He was probably ensuring he never fathered a child with her. Even if he finally got her to divorce Hank, she was thirty-nine. There would be a limited amount of time for her to conceive without unacceptable risk to her or the baby.

  He knew having children had enriched his brothers’ lives. And made them even fonder of the women they loved. Hell, even Shane, who had not married for love, spoke of the mother of his sons in almost reverential tones.

  Raven sighed. He wanted to father and raise his own children, but he wanted Kania more. He had to support her choice. While he made the purchases, he acknowledged that he would probably have to be content with adopting.

  After leaving the pharmacy, he sat in the parking lot and reached for his phone. He ordered a bouquet of flowers to be sent to his mother. Recalling Kania’s anger towards her mother deepened his appreciation of his.