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ОглавлениеRobyn locked the backdoor of her fitness center, dropped the keys in her shoulder bag and headed up the back alley toward the side street. She liked having her own apartment within walking distance of her job, but more than anything, she loved the privacy living on her own afforded her. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being around her parents. She did. They were great and she loved them to pieces. But at twenty-eight, she neither wanted nor needed her parents’ supervision or protection.
When Robyn reached the end of the alley, she noticed that the traffic along Main Street had slowed to a trickle. There usually wasn’t much going on downtown on a Monday evening. That’s why she didn’t keep the fitness center open past six on Mondays. As she passed Adams Federal Savings and Loan, she noted the digital time and temperature displayed on their billboard: six-thirty-seven, ninety-four degrees. Damn, it was hot. But this was the first week of August in Alabama, so she could expect nothing less than hot and humid. You’d think by six-thirty the temps would have dropped below ninety, but even when they did drop later tonight, the humidity would make it feel like a sweltering steam bath.
Pausing on the sidewalk to adjust her left sandal, that had picked up a piece of gravel in the alley, she caught a glimpse of Scotty Joe Walters driving by. He threw up his hand and waved. She waved back at him. Now, there’s a prime piece of horseflesh. Sooner or later, she’d have to get around to sampling it. But at present, she was juggling two lovers—Paul and Brandon. Things were winding down between Brandon and her. They were more off than on these days, which suited them both just fine. Neither of them liked being exclusive. But Paul was becoming a little too possessive to suit her. She didn’t see them still dating two months from now. Although Paul was rich and handsome—two things that appealed to her in a man—he wasn’t all that good in the sack. He was far more concerned with his own satisfaction than hers and kept wanting her to tell him how great he was. What a bore!
If she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit that she kind of missed Ron Hensley. He was the best lover she’d had since coming back to Adams Landing, but he liked to play the field as much as she did. She’d heard a rumor that he was having an affair with a married woman and several names had been mentioned, including Amber Claunch, the coroner’s wife, and Abby Miller, who owned the Kut and Kurl beauty salon. She knew both women well enough to know that neither was a faithful wife.
When Robyn neared the bookstore, she decided to go inside for a frozen coffee and to pick up the latest issue of Glamour magazine. The moment she entered the building, she sighed as delicious, cool air enveloped her. She paused several steps from the coffee bar when she saw Reverend Matthew Donaldson sitting at one of the tables placed along the row of windows facing the street. But before she could turn around and hurry toward the back of the store, he saw her, smiled and waved.
“Good evening, Robyn.” He rose from his chair.
Oh, God, she didn’t want to spend another minute in that man’s boring company. In the pulpit, he was all razzle-dazzle, hellfire and brilliance. And just looking at him—curly dark hair, sexy blue-gray eyes, and spectacular bod—you’d never suspect he was such a humdrum stick-in-the-mud.
Smiling, she curled her fingers, lifted her hand and gave him a little, shy wave.
“Won’t you join me?” Matthew asked.
Jeeze, how do you turn down a minister’s cordial invitation in a public place? Suddenly, Robyn saw her salvation. Thank you, God. Sitting at a back table, absorbed in reading a hardback book and sipping on a cup of coffee, was the answer to her prayers. Raymond Long.
Robyn approached Matthew. “Why thank you, Reverend Donaldson. I’d love to join you, but I’m afraid I can’t. I’m meeting someone.”
She waved toward the back table. Raymond seemed oblivious to her presence, but she didn’t let that deter her. Marching purposefully toward her goal, she breezed passed Matthew. When she reached Raymond’s table, she paused. He kept reading.
“Raymond, sugar, I’m sorry I’m running late.” Robyn curved her fingers over his shoulder and squeezed. “Order me an iced coffee, will you? I’m hot and simply dying of thirst.”
As if he’d actually been expecting her, Raymond closed his book, laid it on the table, removed his gold-framed glasses and motioned to the waiter. Raymond removed her hand from his shoulder, brought it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.
“I never mind waiting for you,” he said.
Robyn sat down in the chair beside him, cuddled her shoulder against his and whispered in his ear. “Thanks so much. I owe you one.”
Raymond shrugged. “Any particular flavor?”
“Huh?”
“For your coffee.” He nodded to the waiter who stood by their table.
“White chocolate, please.”
“You heard the lady.” After the waiter scurried off, Raymond turned halfway around in his chair and studied Robyn. “You’re going to get cold in here wearing nothing but short-shorts and a halter top.”
“If I do, you can order me some hot coffee.”
“Staying long, are you?”
“I’m not leaving until Reverend Donaldson is gone.” She batted her eyelashes at Raymond in a mockery of blatant flirtation. “Unless you want to walk me upstairs to my apartment.”
Raymond chuckled. “What would you do if I took you up on that insincere offer?”
“What makes you think it’s insincere?”
He gazed at her, a puzzled expression on his face. She looked at him, really looked at him, and liked what she saw. Raymond was not handsome, but he had a good face. Large, kind brown eyes. A prominent, manly nose. Full, rather sensuous lips. And a strong jawline. His hairline was receding just a bit and she suspected that by forty, he’d be partially bald.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“What?”
“How old are you? I know you’re a little bit older than Bernie, but I don’t remember how much older.”
“I’m thirty-four.”
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“I know.”
“When you got a divorce, why did you move back to Adams Landing? And why on earth are you living with your mother?”
“Adams Landing is home,” he told her. “As you know, my father died last year and Mother’s had a difficult time running the business. It just made sense for me to come back here and take over the hardware store.” His lips lifted in a quirky, contemplative smile. “As for living with Mother—why not? She cooks my meals, does my laundry, and is doing her best to find me a new wife. The lady wants grandchildren very badly.”
Robyn laughed. “Tell me about it. My mom is driving me and Bernie nuts because she wants grandkids so much. You are aware of the fact that our mothers had their hearts set on getting you and Bernie together.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Yeah, I know. Bernie feels the same way. She likes you and all, but—”
“Bernie and I understand each other.”
The waiter returned with a large iced coffee, placed it in front of Robyn and smiled flirtatiously with her. She reached up, tapped him on the chest and said, “You shouldn’t come on to a lady who’s on a date with another man. It’s bad manners.”
The young waiter, probably no older than twenty, turned as red as a clown’s nose and said, “Yes, ma’am.” Then he hurried off.
“Are we on a date?” Raymond asked.
Robyn twisted the straw in her drink around and around, then grinned at Raymond. “Yes, I think we are.”
“Do I get to walk you home afterward?” he asked.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes, I do. Very much.”
Raymond might not be rich or handsome, but he was rather charming. And she’d known him forever, since they were kids, knew he was a good guy. She’d bet if she asked him in when he walked her to her apartment, he’d accept the invitation. And she bet that if she came on to him, he wouldn’t turn her down the way Matthew Donaldson had.
Abby stroked the strand of cheap pearls as she reread the latest note her secret admirer had sent.
Please accept this small token of my affection. Pearls for a lovely lady.
The first note and sketch had arrived five days ago, last Wednesday. today, she had received a note, the pearls, and a new sketch
She knew that quite a few guys in Adams County had a thing for her. Some were bold enough to proposition her outright, the way Ron had done. And others admired her from afar. Knowing she could arouse men’s passions did a world of good for her ego. But she’d never been approached by such a romantic man in such a romantic way. She laid the pearls aside and lifted the ink sketch. Whoever had drawn this picture had captured the sexy, sultry side of her nature, one she reserved for the bedroom. Either this man had once been her lover or he instinctively knew how she’d look right after making love.
The only guy she’d ever fucked who had the least bit of artistic talent was back in high school—Tim Burcham, Holly Burcham’s cousin. But Tim had gone off to college, had become an architect and now lived somewhere in Virginia.
She really couldn’t think of anyone in Adams Landing who was an artist, except that art professor over at the community college, Dr. Brandon Kelley. About six months ago, he’d started coming into her salon for a haircut and a manicure every few weeks. They’d exchanged some harmless sexual banter, but he’d never actually put the moves on her. Could he be her secret admirer? If he was, he just might be able to give Ron Hensley a run for his money.
Just as she gathered up the items lying on her kitchen table, her telephone rang. She hurriedly stuffed everything into the small box they’d come in, stood up and grabbed the receiver from the wall phone.
“Hello.”
“Abby?”
Not recognizing the voice and wondering if it might be him, Abby shivered with excitement. “Yes, this is Abby. Who are you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t identify myself immediately. This is Reverend Donaldson. I was wondering if I might stop by and see you for a few minutes this evening.”
Reverend Donaldson? “I—uh—sure, I guess. But why?”
“Your mother-in-law, Glenda Miller, asked me to speak to you.”
That old witch! “Speak to me about what?”
“I’d rather not discuss this over the phone.”
“Then by all means, come on over and we’ll talk face to face.”
“Thank you. I can be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Make it thirty, will you?”
“Thirty minutes, then.”
Fuming, Abby hung up the phone. Just what was her mother-in-law up to? Had Glenda found out about her affair with Ron and was siccing the new minister on her? Or was it something else?
With her gift package under her arm, Abby hurried into her bedroom, tossed the box onto her bed and rummaged through her closet. She wanted to be wearing just the right thing when the good reverend paid her a visit.
* * *
Robyn’s climax sent off explosions through her whole body. She writhed and moaned and clutched at Raymond’s head positioned between her thighs. Her heart raced; her body soared. And her mind turned to mush.
“Oh, God, that was wonderful,” she told him.
He worked his mouth up over her mound, across her belly, dipped into her navel, and then ventured upward to her breasts. When he braced himself over her and came down to suckle one breast and then the other, she bucked up off the bed and clung to him.
“I want you inside me,” she murmured.
“Not yet.”
“Yes, please.”
“I need to protect you,” he said.
“I’m on the pill.”
“I should still wear a condom and I’m afraid I don’t have one.”
She gazed up into his tortured face and smiled. “It’s okay. I have some in the nightstand.” She nodded to her right. “Take your pick.”
He eased off her, opened the nightstand drawer and stared at the variety. “Do you have a preference?”
“Just a plain old ordinary rubber will do just fine.”
He nodded, then sorted through the supply and retrieved a condom. When his trembling fingers couldn’t quite manage to rip apart the packet, Robyn got up on her knees, crawled over beside him and took the packet from him.
“Here, let me do it.” She ripped the shiny plastic apart, removed the condom and scooted out of bed. “I’ll put it on for you.”
When she went down on her knees in front of him, he sucked in a deep breath and groaned. She smiled when she saw the look on his face—a combination of fear and hope and disbelief. How fabulous it was to have a man so in awe of her. She loved the feeling of power it gave her.
Robyn reached out and circled his penis. Pumping his erection several times, she sighed. “I guess you know that you’ve got an impressive cock.” Before he could respond, she leaned down and covered the bulbous tip with her mouth.
“Oh, God!” Raymond cried.
She pressed her tongue against him and sucked gently. He moaned deep in his throat, then clamped his hands down on her shoulders and held her in place. She sucked him for a while, taking all of him into her mouth, then coming up for air, she licked him from tip to root, repeating the process over and over again.
“Robyn… I don’t think I can stand much more of that. You’re driving me crazy.”
She eased off slowly, then took the condom, still in one hand, and fitted it over his rock-hard dick. “Which way? You choose the position.”
“I’ve dreamed of you being on top,” he confessed, his cheeks flushed.
She gave him a shove, toppling him back on the bed. “Then lie back, big boy, and let me fulfill your dreams.”
She climbed on top of him, situated herself over his erection and impaled herself. He filled her completely. When she dangled her breasts over his mouth as she began a slow, steady rhythm, he wasted no time in sampling her offering.
Within a few minutes, Robyn couldn’t hold back because it felt so good to have him inside her, to be on top of him and able to maneuver her body for the greatest sensation. She rode him hard and fast. And when she came, she cried out her satisfaction. A minute later, Raymond came, all the while kissing her like crazy.
“I love you, Robyn. I’ve always loved you.”
As she floated back to reality, the aftershocks of release rippling through her, she slid off him and cuddled to his side. “Oh, Raymond, you’re so sweet.”
Abby loved the look on Reverend Donaldson’s face when she answered the door in a pair of leave-little-to-theimagination short pj’s.
“I … uh … I thought you were expecting me.” He gulped several times.
She reached out, grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and dragged him over the threshold. “I was expecting you.” She twirled around and threw out her arms. “Like what you see?”
“Mrs. Miller, I—”
“Please, call me Abby.” She laid her hand over his heart and smiled wickedly. “It’s all right if I call you Matthew, isn’t it? Or do you prefer Matt?”
His face splotched an unbecoming reddish pink and sweat dotted his upper lip and forehead. “Matthew is fine. But Mrs.—”
“Abby.”
“Yes, well, Abby, I’ve come here at your mother-in-law’s request and obviously none too soon. She’s been concerned about you. Glenda is afraid that temptations of the flesh might overpower you while your husband is away fighting for our country.”
Abby slowly lowered her hand down over his chest, stopping at his belt. He cleared his throat. She laughed.
“It’s so sweet of Glenda to be concerned and wonderfully understanding of her to send you over here to take care of me.” Abby eased her hand down over his crotch and grinned when she felt his semihard erection.
He gasped loudly. “You misunderstand, Mrs. Miller … Abby. Please, for pity’s sake—”
Cupping him, she massaged him with her thumb. When she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips against his, she thought he might faint dead away. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders, held her tightly and kissed her. His movements were awkward and rough, exposing him for the novice at lovemaking he obviously was. In a way, she felt sorry for the poor guy and almost regretted having played such a dirty trick on him.
She had to end this before it went any further. But before she called a halt, he released her abruptly, jerked back and gulped down tears.
“Please, forgive me. I—I don’t know what came over me. I assure you—”
“It’s okay. Really. It was all my fault. I deliberately seduced you. I’m sorry.”
“No, no, please, Abby, don’t apologize. I’m terribly embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” she told him. “Look, no harm done. We can both blame my mother-in-law, the nosy, interfering old busybody.”
“She’s deeply concerned about your cheating on her son. If you could just reassure her that you’re being faithful to your husband—”
“If I do that, Reverend, I’d be lying.”
“Are you saying that you—”
“We all have our dirty little secrets, don’t we?” She winked at him.
He gulped again.
“You keep my secret and I’ll keep yours,” she said.
“And we’ll both burn in hell.”
“You think you’ll burn in hell because of one little kiss?”
He shook his head. “I lusted after you in my heart. I still lust after you.”
“Do you now?”
“Thinking a thing is as bad as doing it.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then why don’t you stay?”
When she tried to touch him, he held up his hands to fend her off. “No.”
She reached around him and opened the door. “Then good night, Matthew, and thank you for stopping by. Come back anytime you’re in the neighborhood.”
He turned and practically ran from her, onto the porch and down the sidewalk. She slammed the door and laughed. Poor fool. He’d probably rush home and jerk off as quick as he could. Wonder if jerking off is a sin? Probably. But not as big a sin as screwing a married woman.
Twilight shadows danced across the backyard, over trees and shrubbery, across flowers and grass. As she headed out the kitchen door, balancing three glasses of lemonade on a small plastic tray, Bernie flipped the switch that turned on the back porch light. True to his promise to move back in with Jim, Kevin had returned to his father’s duplex apartment four days ago and from what she could tell, the two were getting along okay. Keeping her end of the bargain, she had invited Jim and Kevin to dinner at her house this evening. They’d eaten supper nearly an hour ago, but had just finished cleaning up in the kitchen and feeding Boomer a few minutes ago. Kevin had taken Boomer outside to play, while Jim carried lawn chairs out into the yard, where he and Bernie could sit and talk.
When she approached Jim, he reached over and took the tray from her and placed it on the third chair, which was empty since Kevin was busy chasing Boomer all over the yard.
“Sit down and rest,” Jim said. “You have to be tired after putting in a full day at the office, and then cooking us a great supper.”
When Bernie sat, Jim picked up one of the glasses off the tray and handed it to her, then took one for himself before sitting.
While watching Kevin frolicking with Boomer, Bernie took a sip of the sweetly tart lemonade. “Kevin needs a dog of his own.”
