Clearing her voice, she continued. “Sit on his lap, facing him, and wrap your legs over his hips and lock your feet behind his back. Once, he’s inside you, keep it slow and steady, and just rock. He can use his hands for support on the bed. Take advantage of this position for some heavy necking…” Her voice faded as she finally got a face to go with her fantasy man. No longer was he a nameless, faceless body. This was not just any man. This was the man. With his intelligent pale green eyes, high cheekbones, square jaw and full, kissable lips, it was a face no woman in her right mind would ever forget— Abel Garrett.
He had grown up on the farm next to theirs and was friends with both her brothers. For as far back as she could remember, she’d wanted him to notice her. As he’d grown from tall, lanky boy to an incredibly handsome man, her infatuation with him had intensified. But she’d never been more to him than Jackson’s younger sister, treating her with the same careless affection and kindness as one would a cute little puppy, ruffling her hair whenever he came over to spend time with her brothers. He’d leased his family’s land to her family and left home right after high school. And except for a short yearly visit, he’d stayed away for the last fourteen years.
If she was left with nothing but a fantasy, then this man more than fit the bill. Licking her lips, she went back to the article. “Legs on shoulders,” she whispered. This one looked promising. “Lie on the bed and have your man kneel between your legs. Place your ankles on his shoulders as he enters you. He has access to your breasts and clitoris and can hold your behind if he wants to thrust hard. A great position for both of you.”
Erin closed her eyes on a groan. The images flashed through her mind like a motion picture.
Her reddish hair was spread across the stark white pillows as she held her arms out to the man in front of her. Tall, muscular and totally aroused, he wedged his body between her spread thighs, his pale green eyes never leaving hers. His full lips smiled as he picked up her ankles one at a time, and kissed each tenderly before placing one on either of his broad shoulders.
She could feel his cock pressed against her wet slit and moaned in anticipation. Teasing her, he rubbed his hardness against her wet folds, lubricating himself with her juices. Her heels dug into his shoulders as she rotated her hips, trying desperately to get him inside her.
Laughing, he reached out and traced his fingers around her breasts, coming close, but never touching her nipples. They were hard nubs that were begging for his touch. “Abel, please,” she panted. Her whole body was on fire now, straining for release. Grabbing his wrists, she moved his palms until they covered her breasts. Then she began to move his hands on her even as she pushed her hips hard against his heavy cock.
A harsh growl came from deep inside him as he slid his cock deep inside her. Her inner muscles pulsed around his arousal driving her even closer to the edge. Ignoring her hold on his wrists, he began to lightly flick her nipples with his fingers. Pleasure washed over her and she felt her breasts swell under his attention. Bending forward, he pushed his way even deeper inside her as his tongue lapped at her breast. “More,” she urged him.
Abel began thrusting inside her, slowly at first and then quicker as they both grew more frantic. His mouth continued to devour her breasts, licking and sucking until she thought she’d go mad. Her skin was damp and she could feel herself coming. He sat back suddenly, anchored his hands around her waist and began to thrust quick and hard. Her orgasm hit her fast and furious, her inner muscles clamping down hard on him as he continued his frantic pace. He was so close now. She reached out to stroke his glistening chest. “Abel,” she moaned.
“How’d you know Abel was home?” The screen door closed with a bang.
Like a bucket of ice water, her brother’s voice washed over her. In an automatic gesture of self-preservation, she flipped open an old copy of The Apple Farmer Journal and hid her own magazine from view. Her face was flushed, her pulse pounding, as her inner muscles continued to rhythmically contract and relax, soaking her already wet panties. She’d just had her very first orgasm, and once again one of her brothers was thwarting her sex life.
Scowling at him, she was ready to blast him when his words penetrated her sexual haze. “What do you mean?” she croaked.
Jackson had his back to her and was filling a glass with iced tea from the refrigerator. His head tipped back and he emptied the glass once before refilling it and returning the jug to the cooler. Turning around, he kicked the door closed and tromped over to the table, pulled out a chair and plunked himself down next to her. “You were saying his name when I came in. I thought you must have heard.”
“Heard what?” Honestly, she was going to smack him if he didn’t answer her soon.
“Abel’s home.” Jackson took another swig from his glass and reached out to grab her magazine. Erin managed to snag it just before he did and scooped up both of them at once, raising herself slightly and plopped them under her behind. He scowled at her, but thank heavens didn’t try to retrieve them.
“When did he get here? How long is he staying?” Her heart was pounding hard just at the thought of seeing him. Paper crinkled under her as she pressed her bottom hard against the chair, squirming slightly to try and find a comfortable spot. Aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed through her body and it took every ounce of control she possessed not to drop her head to the table and moan. She didn’t know if she could even face Abel after his starring role in her daydream, but she sure as heck wanted to try.
“Don’t know for sure, but Jed’s wife, Alma, who works at the Stop and Shop said he filled a grocery cart to the brim first thing this morning.”
It was hard, but Erin tried to focus on what her brother was saying. “Jed was already here?” Jed Saunders delivered the mail every day, but usually didn’t make it their way until lunchtime and it was just after nine in the morning.
“Yeah,” Jackson laughed. “He had a lot of mail for Abel and I’m sure Alma sent him to dig up more gossip. That woman has a heart of gold, but she does love to talk.” Jackson pushed away from the table and motioned to the small stack of mail on the kitchen counter that she hadn’t even noticed. “Nothing to worry about today. No bills, just some flyers and catalogues.”
One of Erin’s jobs was to deal with the mail and make sure all the normal household bills were paid in a timely fashion. Any bills incurred in the running of the apple orchard, she piled on Jackson’s desk in the study for him to handle. They all worked the family farm, but it really belonged to Jackson. Erin also managed a small blueberry operation of her own.
“I think I’ll take him one of the apple pies I just took out of the oven.” It was almost impossible to keep her voice calm and normal. “Just to welcome him home.”
“You don’t fool me.” Jackson shook his finger at her, and for one moment her heart stopped, as she feared he’s somehow guessed her carnal intentions towards his friend. Her heart started once again as he kept right on talking. “You want to get the latest gossip before anyone else.”
“Guilty,” she admitted. Anything to get her brother out of the house so she could grab a long, cold shower and deliver one of those pies.
Stopping long enough to rinse out his glass and pop it in the drain tray next to the sink, Jackson headed back out the door. “Why don’t you ask him for supper?”