Torched
anything.
    Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe it’s a good thing Jake is staying away. It lets everyone get back to their lives. The words rang in his mind and he couldn’t believe his brother’s callous attitude. He didn’t seem to care he was alone in the world. He only cared about himself and what made him feel good.
    He watched as Tara shed her clothes with ease. First her coat and then each item hiding her delectable body. He groaned as she threw aside her bra. He had a clear view of her perfect breasts, and he was able to focus on her...and only her.
    “Go for the pants,” he whispered, biting back a moan as the seeming telepathy between him and his brother worked. Kevin went to her jeans, and with brute force, he tugged them down her legs. Her panties were the last to go.
    “Oh God...” Jake groaned. Her naked body was even more desirable than he had remembered.
    For a moment, the expression on Jake’s face changed. Seeing them so passionately caught up in their moment troubled him. They had no respect for anyone.
    Still, he reached down and stroked his ever-growing erection that was hard against his zipper. His hand moved vigorously along its length as he took in the spectacle before him. He couldn’t tear himself away until his desire was satiated. When he did, he looked down at his pants. There was a wet spot, where his release soaked through his jeans.
    “Shit,” he said, taking a step back. Now he needed to make himself more presentable. He zipped up his jacket to cover the stain, and put his hood up, shielding his face from sight. Dark sunglasses to cover his eyes completed his disguise. No one would recognize him.
    He turned around and walked in the opposite direction. There was a rest stop up the street, and it had a bathroom where he could clean himself up. He’d be back. That was a solemn promise.
    ***
    “T his is crazy,” she whispered against his lips. The last piece of clothing was thrown away from their intimate exchange as she slid her body on top of him. The heat they generated was almost palpable. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, almost forgetting the thoughts that had been running rampant through her mind.
    He cupped her ass, pulling her down to him and holding onto her with desperate urgency. Her wet folds pressed against him, and she felt his cock twitch anxiously at her opening. He blew on her neck and then trailed kissed downward, making her moan with need. She arched her back and sat back to take his shaft all the way inside.
    He spiraled his tongue excitedly around the curves of her breast, slipping from her right nipple to her left and back again.
    “Yes...” She sighed, tangling her fingers in his hair, grasping harder and harder as he licked her cleavage with insatiable hunger. He grasped her hips, helping her glide up and down his length.
    “I can’t hold it much longer,” she whimpered, breathless.
    He grabbed her around her waist and flipped her onto her back without losing their connection. A groan escaped her lips as he ground into her. He kept his wild gaze on her face as he began to move in a rhythmic beat. His movements were slow and measured, grinding in and out with a deliberate force she knew could take her to pleasure-filled heights at any moment. Her sounds were barely audible as he increased the intensity of his blows. His thrusts became more powerful, his urgency making her sighs louder and more breathless. He pressed his lips against her neck, groaning as his rushed movements increased.
    “God, baby...” His manhood pulsated within her and his thrusts became more frantic.
    “Ah...” She cried out, wrapping her legs around him, locking him in place as her cries turned into screams. “Yes!”
    Each dominating blow made her crave him more. He bit down on her shoulder as his hips rocked faster. The sensation drove her insane.
    “Oh. My. God!” she wailed, thrashing her body when her orgasm ripped through her.
    She fell back on the sofa,

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