looking for the shy, delicate angel his wife pretended to be and finding instead the practiced whore. The whole thing, their lies and his ignorance, sickened him. Unable to stomach more, he hid himself away in the cupola for one hundred years of solitude and stayed there until one night when he’d heard lonely Margaret cry.
Lanie shifted positions, her movement redirecting his dark thoughts. This kind and gentle creature in his arms, this beauty with her hot blood coursing through her veins, was as different from Cathy as night was from day. With her in his arms he almost felt like a flesh-and-blood man again. Breathing the mingled scent of perfume and soap and a woman’s arousal, he whispered at her ear as his essence plied her synapse, “Dream, sweetheart, dream of me again.” And she did, right where the last had left off.
Chapter 7
“I’ll let Mrs. Boatwright know to set another plate,” Cathy told them then turned on her heel and hurried away.
Watching her go, knowing she desired everything to be perfect for her lover’s arrival, Jason knew the dream had returned to where it ended last. Lanie was standing at his side, so he offered his arm. Never far from her doctor’s bag, she reached for it. Taking it from her so he might carry it, he said, “Come, I’ll send for your other bags.”
Lanie hooked her arm through his and felt the firm muscle under the cloth of his sleeve. How strange , she thought, a moment ago I only thought him a handsome man, now I feel lightheaded at his touch as if he and I were... Her cheeks warmed, the telltale heat signaling a blush. How could such images even come to her mind? She knew no man intimately.
Jason felt her warm on his arm, almost as warm as when she slept. The vision expanded to her sleeping while he lay between those silky thighs, tasting her impossible sweetness. That vision expanded to her tightness around his fingers and the feel of her body trembling in climax, and that expanded his… Stop it man, what the devil is wrong with you? What just occurred in the waking world was capturing his imagination in this dream world, and it was all he could do to will his body to relax. He couldn’t very well enter the house with a rock-hard cock making a showing. Seeking a much-needed distraction, he said, “I wasn’t aware your father had passed. He was a good man, Lanie.”
“Thank you. I was all he had left in the world. I regret I wasn’t there in his final hours.” Across town delivering a difficult breach birth, she hadn’t been there for his passing. The fact still wrenched her heart.
Hearing her voice quaver, Jason placed a reassuring hand upon hers where it rested in the crook of his arm. It felt glorious to touch her skin upon skin. “I’m sure James wouldn’t want to see you saddened anymore than you already are at his passing.”
She explained how she hadn’t gotten home in time.
Understanding her emotion, he explained how his father had been away with the war when his mother died in childbirth. “I watched my father’s regret last for a lifetime. Leave the regret, Lanie, there’s nothing to be done for it anyway.” He felt a brief stab, recalling how his mother had screamed for hours until she was too weak to continue. There was nothing he could have possibly done as a child. He knew that. But before his father marched off with his regimen he’d said, “You’re the man of the house while I’m gone, son. You take care of your mother.” Feeling the need to say more, he told her about his own regret.
“That’s a heavy burden for a child to bear. I’m so sorry.”
“That was a long time ago, Lanie. I only mentioned it because you’re correct, it is a heavy burden. One your father would never want you to carry. You know as well as I these things are often out of the physician’s hands. We do our best, but we’re not gods to perform miracles. There was no guarantee my father could have saved my mother’s life, and it is the same
Lanie shifted positions, her movement redirecting his dark thoughts. This kind and gentle creature in his arms, this beauty with her hot blood coursing through her veins, was as different from Cathy as night was from day. With her in his arms he almost felt like a flesh-and-blood man again. Breathing the mingled scent of perfume and soap and a woman’s arousal, he whispered at her ear as his essence plied her synapse, “Dream, sweetheart, dream of me again.” And she did, right where the last had left off.
Chapter 7
“I’ll let Mrs. Boatwright know to set another plate,” Cathy told them then turned on her heel and hurried away.
Watching her go, knowing she desired everything to be perfect for her lover’s arrival, Jason knew the dream had returned to where it ended last. Lanie was standing at his side, so he offered his arm. Never far from her doctor’s bag, she reached for it. Taking it from her so he might carry it, he said, “Come, I’ll send for your other bags.”
Lanie hooked her arm through his and felt the firm muscle under the cloth of his sleeve. How strange , she thought, a moment ago I only thought him a handsome man, now I feel lightheaded at his touch as if he and I were... Her cheeks warmed, the telltale heat signaling a blush. How could such images even come to her mind? She knew no man intimately.
Jason felt her warm on his arm, almost as warm as when she slept. The vision expanded to her sleeping while he lay between those silky thighs, tasting her impossible sweetness. That vision expanded to her tightness around his fingers and the feel of her body trembling in climax, and that expanded his… Stop it man, what the devil is wrong with you? What just occurred in the waking world was capturing his imagination in this dream world, and it was all he could do to will his body to relax. He couldn’t very well enter the house with a rock-hard cock making a showing. Seeking a much-needed distraction, he said, “I wasn’t aware your father had passed. He was a good man, Lanie.”
“Thank you. I was all he had left in the world. I regret I wasn’t there in his final hours.” Across town delivering a difficult breach birth, she hadn’t been there for his passing. The fact still wrenched her heart.
Hearing her voice quaver, Jason placed a reassuring hand upon hers where it rested in the crook of his arm. It felt glorious to touch her skin upon skin. “I’m sure James wouldn’t want to see you saddened anymore than you already are at his passing.”
She explained how she hadn’t gotten home in time.
Understanding her emotion, he explained how his father had been away with the war when his mother died in childbirth. “I watched my father’s regret last for a lifetime. Leave the regret, Lanie, there’s nothing to be done for it anyway.” He felt a brief stab, recalling how his mother had screamed for hours until she was too weak to continue. There was nothing he could have possibly done as a child. He knew that. But before his father marched off with his regimen he’d said, “You’re the man of the house while I’m gone, son. You take care of your mother.” Feeling the need to say more, he told her about his own regret.
“That’s a heavy burden for a child to bear. I’m so sorry.”
“That was a long time ago, Lanie. I only mentioned it because you’re correct, it is a heavy burden. One your father would never want you to carry. You know as well as I these things are often out of the physician’s hands. We do our best, but we’re not gods to perform miracles. There was no guarantee my father could have saved my mother’s life, and it is the same
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