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cover up, but he stilled her. “Why’re you hiding from me? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
    “I’m nothing to look at.” She had small, insignificant breasts, slightly droopy from nursing all her children for over a year each. Jackson had probably sampled plenty of the young buckle bunnies that frequented the rodeo circuit. She couldn’t compete and wouldn’t be looked at with disgust.
    He wrapped his hand around her wrist, raising it above her head in a firm lock. Then he lowered his mouth to her breast, taking the entire areola into his mouth. Her nipple instantly pebbled, sparks of electricity racing through her body. She panted, shocked as much as she wanted more. “You’re delicious, Wendy. More than I could ever ask for.” He trailed those wicked kisses down her center, making her stomach quiver.
    “Jackson, what’re you doing?”
    “Just one taste, darlin’.” She wasn’t sure what he referred to until his tongue flicked out when he reached her clit. Wendy gasped aloud, the sensation triggering a deep convulsing in her womb. “Yes,” he murmured, spreading her legs apart. She was stiff, awkward, unsure…until he began to suckle her. Jackson ate her pussy—licking, sucking, nipping, and fucking her with his tongue. This was another new experience for her. She felt uninhibited, as if exploring her sexuality for the first time.
    It was oddly erotic watching Jackson’s head between her bare legs. Her housecoat was fully open, no longer an afterthought. She focused on his mouth, the pleasurable sounds he made, and the fire sparked to life in her core. The heat grew and spread. Wendy began to whimper, clutching his head, knowing something monumental was about to take place.
    He seemed to know the precise spot to concentrate on, bringing her higher until she was floating on a new plane of consciousness. His stubble scraped her sensitive inner thighs and pussy lips, but the mix of pleasure and slight pain was exhilarating.
    “Jackson!” She thrust her hips up involuntarily at the same time her body erupted. It was as if some floodgate inside her had broken forth, releasing all her desire in one massive rush of energy. He didn’t pull away, but suckled her cunt until all her contractions eased, leaving her a boneless mass on the bed.
    “You’re sweeter than apple pie.”
    “But you love my apple pie,” she muttered, barely able to form the words.
    “I’d much rather eat you for dessert.”
    She opened her eyes briefly, only then realizing he stood at the end of the bed gazing at her fully exposed, nude figure. Even though that familiar twinge of embarrassment and shame surfaced, it wasn’t stronger than her exhaustion or the fact she was more thoroughly sated than she thought possible.
    “Now, you rest. No getting out of bed. I’m going to get some chores done around the property, and then I’ll come back in and check on you. You best be where I left you.” He pulled a crisp sheet from the blanket box and snapped it out, letting it come to rest over her flush body. As soon as the wave of cotton settled over her skin, she rolled over, clutching the material, and fell asleep.

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    Jackson tore from the house, needing to breathe before he found himself crawling into bed with Mrs. McCay… Wendy. If she were his fairy-tale Wendy, then he certainly was a lost boy. He didn’t want to throw caution to the wind and follow in his daddy’s footsteps, not now that he could finally see an alternative future for himself. Wendy was his anchor and without her he’d only toss on the sea, travelling the circuit with no destination, no greater goal.
    All week they’d played games, but she never allowed things to cross that invisible line from friendly to intimate. Now she’d willingly spread her legs and allowed him to go down on her. It had been heaven. The breasts she complained about were adorable and tempting. Her nipples tight buds begging to be sucked, and her stomach fair skinned and