Escaping the Past

Brody tore open a small package with his teeth. She watched as he rolled a condom over his length. “I forgot it last time.” He looked at her sheepishly.

Sensing her discomfort, he picked her up and set her back over his lap, one leg on each side of his. He pulled her face down for a searing kiss, toying with her breast as it hung over him. Lou groaned low in her throat.

“God, I want you,” Brody breathed.

Lou bit her bottom lip. “We can’t do it like this.”

“Oh, yes, we can.” He whispered in her ear, “I want you to ride me.”

“Brody!” she protested. But she was intrigued. “I don’t know what to do.”

He grabbed her hips and lifted her over him. She felt him at her entrance, hot and hard against her. He pushed in slightly. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Doesn’t hurt yet,” she whispered. She sank lower over him, feeling the gentle glide of him into her wetness. A muscle in his jaw ticked. She stopped moving. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, much better than that,” he mumbled, capturing her mouth with his.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly. He slid out, hovering at her entrance. She gasped. Then she sank down on him again. She quickly found a rhythm and kept it, his tongue in her mouth and one hand manipulating her nipple. Her legs began to shake and he whispered in her ear, “Sit up.” She did and she felt all of him. She threw her head back in abandon and moved up and down as he cupped one breast in each hand. He flicked his thumbs across her nipples. Her movements became jerky, her breathing labored. She continued to rise and fall against him. He reached between them and found her pleasure center. She gasped, sank down on him and a million stars exploded behind her eyes. Brody shuddered beneath her as she collapsed against his chest.

Lou lay on top of him for a few long moments, drawing in deep breaths that matched his own. Then she started to move away from him. He pulled her back down. “Don’t go yet.”

She sat up on her elbows, her dark hair hanging in her face. He tucked it behind her ear and kissed her gently. “I could look at you like this all night.”

“You could, bu

t you’re not going to.” She moved away from him, feeling him withdraw from her body. She opened the door of the Jeep and stepped out, naked, her clothes in her hand, completely unashamed. She began to dress. “You can’t because you are going back home and I’m staying here.”

“You knew that’s what I was going to do, Lou.” He sighed.

“Yes. I did,” she stated calmly.

“Then why do you seem disappointed?” he asked calmly as he lifted his rear and pulled his boxers and pants up.

“I’m not disappointed.” She replied calmly. Let him think it’s not about us. “I’m worried.”

“About?”

“About what’s going to happen to the farm. To our jobs.” To you. To me. What have we started?

“To us?” Brody asked quietly.

“I’m not worried about what’s going to happen to us.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” Liar! her inner voice screamed. You’re such a liar! “There is no us.”

Brody gritted his teeth. “I already told you I have to talk with the attorneys to find out what my mother’s plans were for the farm. She could have deeded it to a charity, for all I know.”

“You never asked her?” Lou asked incredulously.

“Lou, I just came home for the first time in years. My mother was dying when I got here.” He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I certainly wasn’t going to say, ‘Hey, Mom! Long time, no see. What are your plans for all your assets?’”

Lou rolled her eyes.

“When you find out, will you let me know?” Her voice was quiet. So choked with emotion that she was ashamed of herself.

“You’ll be one of the first people I tell.” He crossed his heart with his fingers. “I promise.”