Love Scars - 4: Exposed by Lark Lane Read Free Book Online Page B

muscular torso and arms. I ripped my clothes off. I didn’t want a lingering undressing scene. I needed to feel his bare skin on mine.
    His chest was hairless and his skin smooth and tanned. He slipped his jeans down over his hips. His cock was a monster, as beautiful as I remembered. We grabbed each other and clung together, my breasts pressing against his chest, his hands on my back, our mouths locked together, tongues seeking, driving. I was hot and swollen and crazy with need. There would be time, time, and more time for leisurely enjoyment. Right now I needed something else.
    I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. I found his cock with my hand and guided him inside me. Ah! So good.
    He groaned with pleasure as I came down on him, working him deeper, deeper inside me. I arched my back and rode him, my hands on his chest. I teased his nipples with my fingers and felt him grow even larger inside me until my walls clenched and spasmed. His fingers found my clit and rubbed as I rode. I cried out and let the waves of orgasm consume me as he sat up and rolled me over, never leaving my body. He drove into me relentlessly until I didn't exist anymore and he didn’t exist anymore. We were one mind, one heart, one soul. And I truly knew what it meant to be purged.
    I was a new person, one who loved and was loved, and in the arms of my beloved I fell into blissful sleep.
    - oOo -
     
    I woke up in heaven, a/k/a Nora Deven’s bed. The birds were singing, and sunlight filtered in through the window. Nora was snuggled against my chest, and her hair was spread over my arm. She was still sleeping. Her breath hit my chest in soft in little puffs. My arm was in agony under her weight, but I was in heaven.
    She stirred, and I moved out from underneath her. “Stay here,” I said. “I’ll bring us some coffee.
    I found my boxers and went out to the kitchen. A new Nespresso machine was set up on the counter near the sink. Frank had been as good as his word. While I looked for the pods, I spotted Nora’s purse on the counter against the wall.
    The Proto 1 . I’d forgotten. I guess that proved it. I was in love. Nora Deven’s welfare had obliterated BlueMagick from my consciousness.
    But BlueMagick still existed. I opened the bag and looked inside. Gah, is there any greater mystery than a woman’s purse? I reached in and felt around. “Yes!” My hand touched the small bioplastic device, and I pulled it out.
    “J.D., what are you doing?” Nora stood not three feet away from me.
    “Nora.”
    “I come out to keep you company and find you rifling through my purse?”
    “I can explain.” Did that sentence just come out of my mouth?
    “Can you?” said a male voice. Frank came into the kitchen behind Nora. “Can you explain what the hell you’re doing here in the first place, J.D. Reider ?”
    He said my name dramatically. Meaningfully. With a sinking feeling, I realized Frank knew who I was.
    “Frank, what are you talking about?” Nora said. “Of course this is J.D. Reider.” She looked at me. “It is, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, Nora.”
    “J.D. Reider,” Frank said. “Wonder boy CEO of BlueMagick. Multimillionaire at eighteen. Multibillionaire…when exactly?”
    “Is this true?” Nora said. All the good and the wonder of last night fell from her face. Disappeared. Evaporated into the air. As if our lovemaking was as much a lie as all the lies I’d already told her.
    “It is true.”
    “Then why do you need to steal from my bag?”
    “This device belongs to BlueMagick. Steve Heron stole it from us so he could get you to take those readings at the Barton dig.”
    “And you got close to me so you could steal it back.”
    “It wasn’t like that,” I said. “I’ll pay you whatever MolyMo was going to pay.”
    Mistake. She looked like I’d slapped her across the face. “But that’s not the point is it? You lied to me. Used me…when I thought you cared about me.”
    “I do care. I had to protect my