Just Give In.... Kathleen O'Reilly

had been so long. She felt so good. His finger pushed harder, higher, feeling the wet heat. Each time he thrust, she rode him. Hard, sure…sweet.

      A woman at a vulnerable place, a woman who needed respect and patience.

      Sweetness.

      Some of his calm returned and he kissed her again, trying to take things gentle and slow. Her mouth tasted like peppermint and fire and her hips kept arching toward him, riding him…loving him.

      Patience?

      He was going to die.

      “Take me here, Captain. Please.”

      Her hands poised over his fly, waiting.

      And who was he to stay no? Resigned to his fate, Jason opened his one good eye, stared at his house, blinked twice, and then prayed that his vision was wrong.

      Survival instincts kicked in, he pushed Brooke aside and fumbled for the damned shirt.

      “What’s wrong?” asked the topless woman who didn’t think that modesty was a good thing.

      Wrong? She had no idea of the trouble her breasts were about to get them into. Everything was wrong because approaching the truck in her ridiculous heels was Sonya.

      Seeing the other woman, Brooke finally had the sense to cover herself. “Who’s that?” she asked, and he could hear the hurt in her voice. He hated the hurt.

      “I’m Sonya Kincaid. Mrs. Sonya Kincaid.”

      Brooke gasped, but before she could kill him Jason clarified the situation. “Ex. She’s my ex.”