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Authors: Judith E. French
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a decent computer lab at the prison. Sorry if it damages my image as
good old boy
.”
“What next? Your own website?”
“
www.fishcap’njack.com.
”
Liz chuckled. “Things have changed a lot, haven’t they?”
Neither said much for the remainder of the return trip up the twisting creek and through the marsh to her landing. When they reached the dock, Liz tossed the looped bowline over a mooring post and eased the boat in.
“What was it like?” she asked him. “Prison.”
“Not open for discussion.”
“I can’t imagine—”
“No. You can’t. And you don’t want to.”
“Jack . . . I’m sorry if I—”
“It’s over.” He signaled for her to sit tight while he stepped up onto the wooden platform. Crouching down on the salt-treated planks, he offered her his hand and helped her up.
“Thanks,” she began. “I—”
He cut her words off as he pulled her against his chest and ground his mouth against hers.
Chapter Four
To hold Liz in his arms felt better than Jack’s wildest fantasies. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, seemingly as hot for him as he was for her. Her mouth never left his as they discarded a trail of clothing along the dock and up the bank into the yard. Although he had the best of intentions, it soon became clear that neither of them could wait until they reached the house.
Instead, he stripped off Liz’s jeans and lifted her onto the edge of an oak picnic table. Amid a haze of searing kisses, he managed to extract a condom from his wallet and fit it over his erection before completely discarding his cutoffs. Liz reached for him, wrapped her legs around him, and drew his rigid member deep inside. Her eager cries and the sensation of her nails digging into his bare back intensified his need to possess her completely. Groaning, he thrust harder.
From the trees a few hundred feet away, Cameron Whitaker watched the couple intently, conscious of his own stiffening cock. “Bitch,” he said. “Cold-hearted bitch.” The professor was getting it on, all right. His breathing quickened as he saw her partner nuzzle Liz’s naked breast, then draw the nipple deep into his mouth. “Yes,” he urged. “Yes, stick it to her. Hammer her!”
Cameron lowered the binoculars and wiped his mouth. Damn, he could almost taste her. Much more of this and . . . Hastily, he fumbled with his zipper, pulled himself free of his boxers, and began to jerk off.
When he trained the glasses on the pair again, he felt his hands slick with his own juices. Liz lay back on the tabletop with the bastard on top of her, and her lover was playing with a lock of her hair.
Cameron fine-tuned his Leicas. The binoculars were 10×50, state of the art, and they magnified every inch of Liz’s long legs and luscious ass. He could even make out one well-formed breast and the dark smudge of a nipple. “Roll over, you cocksucker,” he muttered. “Stop blocking the view.” He wanted to see her thatch.
Jack pushed himself up on one elbow. “Sweet heaven.” He groaned. “That takes twenty years off my life.”
Liz smiled at him. “Some things are worth waiting for.”
He leaned close and kissed her bruised mouth tenderly. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. He remembered her doing just that a long time ago, and something dangerous stirred in the pit of his stomach. He sat up. “Brrr—getting a little damp out here, isn’t it?”
“I hadn’t noticed.” She looked at him with amusement. “Good thing I don’t have close neighbors.”
He motioned toward the house with his chin. “I could use a cup of coffee.”
“What? No cigarette? Winstons, wasn’t it?”
“Gave them up fifteen years and three months ago.”
“And you still want one?”
“Like a man in hell wants ice water.”
She laughed. “I’ve missed you, Jack.” Liz located her bra, slid down off the table, and found her jeans and what was left of her silk panties. “I’ll put in a claim for
good old boy
.”
“What next? Your own website?”
“
www.fishcap’njack.com.
”
Liz chuckled. “Things have changed a lot, haven’t they?”
Neither said much for the remainder of the return trip up the twisting creek and through the marsh to her landing. When they reached the dock, Liz tossed the looped bowline over a mooring post and eased the boat in.
“What was it like?” she asked him. “Prison.”
“Not open for discussion.”
“I can’t imagine—”
“No. You can’t. And you don’t want to.”
“Jack . . . I’m sorry if I—”
“It’s over.” He signaled for her to sit tight while he stepped up onto the wooden platform. Crouching down on the salt-treated planks, he offered her his hand and helped her up.
“Thanks,” she began. “I—”
He cut her words off as he pulled her against his chest and ground his mouth against hers.
Chapter Four
To hold Liz in his arms felt better than Jack’s wildest fantasies. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, seemingly as hot for him as he was for her. Her mouth never left his as they discarded a trail of clothing along the dock and up the bank into the yard. Although he had the best of intentions, it soon became clear that neither of them could wait until they reached the house.
Instead, he stripped off Liz’s jeans and lifted her onto the edge of an oak picnic table. Amid a haze of searing kisses, he managed to extract a condom from his wallet and fit it over his erection before completely discarding his cutoffs. Liz reached for him, wrapped her legs around him, and drew his rigid member deep inside. Her eager cries and the sensation of her nails digging into his bare back intensified his need to possess her completely. Groaning, he thrust harder.
From the trees a few hundred feet away, Cameron Whitaker watched the couple intently, conscious of his own stiffening cock. “Bitch,” he said. “Cold-hearted bitch.” The professor was getting it on, all right. His breathing quickened as he saw her partner nuzzle Liz’s naked breast, then draw the nipple deep into his mouth. “Yes,” he urged. “Yes, stick it to her. Hammer her!”
Cameron lowered the binoculars and wiped his mouth. Damn, he could almost taste her. Much more of this and . . . Hastily, he fumbled with his zipper, pulled himself free of his boxers, and began to jerk off.
When he trained the glasses on the pair again, he felt his hands slick with his own juices. Liz lay back on the tabletop with the bastard on top of her, and her lover was playing with a lock of her hair.
Cameron fine-tuned his Leicas. The binoculars were 10×50, state of the art, and they magnified every inch of Liz’s long legs and luscious ass. He could even make out one well-formed breast and the dark smudge of a nipple. “Roll over, you cocksucker,” he muttered. “Stop blocking the view.” He wanted to see her thatch.
Jack pushed himself up on one elbow. “Sweet heaven.” He groaned. “That takes twenty years off my life.”
Liz smiled at him. “Some things are worth waiting for.”
He leaned close and kissed her bruised mouth tenderly. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. He remembered her doing just that a long time ago, and something dangerous stirred in the pit of his stomach. He sat up. “Brrr—getting a little damp out here, isn’t it?”
“I hadn’t noticed.” She looked at him with amusement. “Good thing I don’t have close neighbors.”
He motioned toward the house with his chin. “I could use a cup of coffee.”
“What? No cigarette? Winstons, wasn’t it?”
“Gave them up fifteen years and three months ago.”
“And you still want one?”
“Like a man in hell wants ice water.”
She laughed. “I’ve missed you, Jack.” Liz located her bra, slid down off the table, and found her jeans and what was left of her silk panties. “I’ll put in a claim for
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