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Elizabeth looked out the window of the log cabin; rain was pelting the window. Another day of muck and mud would await her tomorrow. She turned from the cold glass, and slid off her robe. Her bed called to her, an empty place that she went to each night. It had been empty for the past three years, her soul mate long gone.
He'd died in a car accident, coming home to her from a business meeting. Her fingers ran over the pillow that always rested on her bed, the one he never used again. She pressed her palm to it, feeling the coldness against her skin. She'd known when he'd died. Though they had been miles apart, she had felt him leave her. That afternoon, she had been found clutching her stomach and screaming in agony.
They had come to her home, friends and officers, to tell her what she had already seen. She'd known what they were going to say, that she'd lost him. Elizabeth felt the tears flow again. She struggled every day of each year but today, the anniversary of his death, was the hardest. Her heart had not let him go. It was as if she didn't know how. Something kept her tethered to him.
She had tried to date, but no one in town approached her, knowing that her heart still belonged to him. So the men she did date were ones from outside of town. They would take her to dinner or a movie, but she always returned home alone. Her bed always remained empty. Elizabeth slipped inside the covers and curled up next to his pillow, and sleep came easily to her.
The day had been long and tiring. She had worked in the mud, hoeing her garden and harvesting some of its gifts. Her body had pulled and yanked at the stubborn horse that refused to do its part and help her with the pulling of the large tree branches that had been blown down in the storm the night before. The rain had been coming for three days, but tomorrow was supposed to be beautiful. There would be storm damage and mud, but the sun was scheduled to shine.
Elizabeth slept a full and peaceful rest, her body physically and mentally drained. A presence watched her as she slept; he kissed her lips, and left her. He had hovered and watched since that day. His body had been damaged, but it hadn't been his time; he'd been pulled from this Earth, and then forced to wait until he could come back. He'd watched her work and toil the land. Watched her lose weight from the lack of eating, her depression sometimes so deep that he feared she'd join him before it was her time.
It would be tomorrow, they had told him. He'd be allowed to go back to her tomorrow. She wouldn't know him; she wouldn't recognize him. He would be a stranger to her, a nobody. It wasn't fair, he had told them. It wasn't his fault; the accident hadn't occurred because of something he had done. A child had run out into the street. He had to avoid her. The truck had slammed into him when he turned the wheel. He thought it unfair that he had to start over his life with her. It had been perfect before; how would he make her realize she could have that again with him, with his new self. Eyes of blue gazed down one last time on the sleeping woman. One last time, his finger ran over her brow and traced the feel of her lips.
When would he do this again? When would he touch her? When would he be able to hold her within his embrace? He'd lain beside her for three years, but now she spent the night alone. How could his heart be breaking when it wasn't even there? He shook his head and turned to leave. His body stopped and turned back with a final look around, and then one last look on her body. When would she let him back in? The answers would not come; they would not tell him if she would be his again, or if he'd remember her. He disappeared and the room filled with the coldness of the storm, as his presence left her for the final time.
*****
Elizabeth woke the next morning, her body refreshed and ready to start the day. She looked at the spare pillow and rubbed her hand over it. Her fingers touched her lips and she kissed them, and then placed that kiss on his picture. "I miss you," she whispered to the photo. Grabbing the robe from the floor, she slipped it over her firm body. The three years had taken a small, soft woman and turned her into a small, thin woman. Years of working the ranch had been hard, and she knew this year would be ending just as roughly.
As the coffee brewed she made her breakfast and looked at the stack of papers with the red PAST DUE notices stamped on them. The life insurance policy had paid off the ranch, but it had left nothing for upkeep of the animals or the grounds themselves. She had sold almost all the livestock, keeping only Blaze, and a few chickens. Her eyes looked at the proud black horse that had found himself a home years ago. He had melted Eric's heart, and he had immediately purchased him. The beautiful creature had become her anchor; as the others animals were sold off one by one and as the measly crops she produced brought in horrible prices, she still kept the anchor of her life, refusing to lose him also.
She had taken a hot shower after her breakfast and now found herself ankle deep in the mud. Her eyes looked over at the ruined rows of corn. Sighing, she picked through what was left of her garden. The wind and pelting rain had blown many of the corn stalks down and her pole beans now rested on the ground, instead of on the metal rods they were supposed to grow on. After several hours of working on her muddy mess, she pulled her gloves from her hand and didn't notice that the diamond ring and the gold band had stuck inside the glove. As she stood and pressed her hands into her back, she didn't see them fall out. When the beautiful, muddy woman turned to see who was driving up her driveway, she didn't realize she had stepped on the bands and buried them deep within the mud.
The truck pulled up and Elizabeth covered her eyes against the glare of the sun. "Mrs. Wallace, I brought you a present!"
Elizabeth chuckled at the young man, and walked toward him, "What have you brought me today?" The young man, only 18, often unloaded something she really didn't need. One day it had been a dog; she had been able to feed it until the neighbor's dog came into heat and then her pooch was gone. Another time, she got home from town and found an injured fox in a cage on her front porch. She wondered what animal the young boy was bringing her now.
Her boots made sucking noises as she worked her way out of the garden. She closed the distance between her and Scottie and hugged him gently. Her hug froze as she looked at the man that was coming out of the passenger side of Scottie's truck. "Surely, not!" she thought to herself. Elizabeth released Scottie and looked at him, her brow cocked at an odd angle. "Scott Micheal Allan, he had better not be my present," she hissed under her breath.
"Yep! Dad told me to bring Uncle Jack out here right away to help you out." Scottie turned and introduced his Uncle. "Uncle Jack, meet Mrs. Elizabeth Wallace, and Mrs. Elizabeth meet my Uncle Jack."
Elizabeth took in the man with the sea-green eyes, and black hair. He was taller then her late husband and his body was hard and chiseled, as if he'd been carved of stone. She furrowed her brow, but extended her hand. "Hello, it is nice to meet you." Elizabeth pulled her hand away quickly; the electric shock of his touch felt like a burn on her flesh. She turned back to Scottie, "Come inside, and have something to drink and tell me how, after all these years of you bringing me lost or hurt critters, you suddenly bring me a man!"
She heard the stranger's chuckle, and chose to ignore it. He wouldn't be staying long, so there was no reason for her to hear his voice. Her fingers and palm still burned from his touch. She looked down, and saw no difference in the color of her skin. Elizabeth could still feel his hand in hers, and the burning sensation suddenly ran up her arm and into her body. She shook herself, both mentally and physically. The screen door squeaked as the three of them moved into her home, slamming shut as the stranger moved in last. Elizabeth cringed as the crashing door rang in her ears. She rolled her eyes over the loud noise and grabbed a soda for the young man.
"Would you like a soda or something stronger, Uncle Jack?" she rolled the name sarcastically, in hopes he would take the hint and leave when Scottie left.
"A beer if you have one," he nodded his head. He gazed at her as she pulled a cold beer from the fridge and handed it to him. "Thanks," he told her, watching her fill a glass of water for herself. He had seen her as they pulled into the drive. She was about five foot three, maybe four if she stretched. Her long brown hair was escaping in tendrils along her neck, and his first thoughts were to kiss them away from her flesh. Jack had been shocked by the violent reaction his body had when he saw her. His sex had almost leaped out of his jeans, and when they shook hands he had to restrain from seeing if there wasn't a brand on his flesh.
Jack's eyes took their fill of the rounded hips, and the short little body that seemed to wiggle everywhere. He suddenly wanted to touch and explore her. He shook himself from his musings and tried to remember why he was here. "Mind if I have a seat."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, please do, as you can see Scottie all ready made himself at home," she laughed as she saw him look perturbed at seeing his nephew with his nose almost pressed to the glass of her TV.
Shaking his head, he asked, "Is he always like that?"
Elizabeth laughed, "Yes!"
Jack leaned back in his chair, and looked at her, "I'm here to help you out, while I spend time visiting with my sister and her family."
Her hazel eyes looked at his and she raised her brow, "I'm fine, but I do appreciate the offer."
"Oh... Sis demanded it. It wasn't an offer. Her exact words were, 'Jack Alex Wilcox, get your butt over to Widow Wallace's house and for the next three weeks you help her out!' So here I am." Taking a swing of his beer he waited for her obvious retaliation.
She swallowed the words that almost escaped, for once she heard herself accepting his "ordered service" from her friend Sarah. "I'm sure I've got plenty for you to help me out with. The last three days have played havoc with everything around here." Elizabeth couldn't believe the words that had fallen from her mouth. She moved from the table, and looked at Scottie. "Scottie tell your mom, that her brother is more then welcome to back tomorrow and I'll put him to work."
"Oh, mom says he's to stay here, so he can get more work done." Scott looked at the time, "Oh shit, I gotta go! I've got to pick up my girl!" He shot out the door, before Elizabeth could recover over his words, concerning her new house guest. Her hazel eyes looked as if she were a deer caught in the head lamps of a fast moving car. She saw out her window, a couple of duffel bags hit the ground and Scottie's truck cruising out of her drive-way. Elizabeth turned to look at the man at her table. "Oh, I don't think so."
Her arms were soon found crossed over her chest, and she stood there looking into the handsome man's face. "You're not staying here," she told him. What had Sarah been thinking, she couldn't just send some stranger over to her house and expect her to put him up for three weeks. "I'll drive you back over to your sister's place, after I gather the eggs, finish your beer and meet me out front when your ready." She left the house, and headed to the coop. The idea of having some strange man staying under her roof was nothing she was even thinking about agreeing to. She gathered up the eggs, and shoveled out the food, then watered the small number of chickens she had kept.
When Elizabeth walked back out, leaving the dust and smell of chickens behind her, she told herself she shouldn't have been surprised that Jack wasn't waiting outside for her. She did see the duffel bags were gone, and she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Sighing and putting a determined face on, that would match her stance, she went back into the house. Jack wasn't anywhere around, but she did hear shuffling coming from upstairs. "Oh, he did not!" she said out loud, anger evident in her voice. She put the basket of eggs in the sink and headed toward the stairs.
Her fingers curled around the banister, and she headed up the steps, taking them two at a time, her anger evident on her features. Elizabeth headed straight for the guest room. "What are you doing?" she asked, though the answer was obvious. She took in the open bags, and dresser drawers, not to mention all the things that he would be using as toiletries.
Jack looked back at her, his hands deep in the top drawer, where he had just placed his briefs and socks. "Moving in." He turned back, closed the drawer and gathered up his shaver and cologne. He moved into the bathroom, as he felt her following him with her eyes. Jack held back the chuckle and the grin he wanted to aim at her, he'd known she'd be pissed that he hadn't left, but he could tell she needed help. His sister had told him about her, and since he would eventually get bored on her ranch, he decided to help where he would be needed. Widow Wallace needed his help, so he was going to give it to her, he had no reason not to, and really she had no reason to not let him. "Pride," his sister had told him. Pride was a good word, but sometimes it was ugly also.
He returned to the bedroom, and stopped. There she was, taking his things from the drawers and stuffing them back in the bag. "Well, that will work to. I've unpacked twice before, and lived out of my bags a time or two also." Jack walked back and sat down on the bed, watching her undo all the work he had done.
She glared at him, and put both her hands on her hips. "Your leaving!"
"No, Mrs. Wallace, I'm not," he told her. His voice and his eyes told her he meant it. "I'll stay in the barn, if you'd rather. I know having a strange man in your house, isn't the safest things these days, but I will be staying. Sarah seems to think you need a helping hand, and I'm free to do it, so here I'll be. Now you can either accept it, or not, makes no difference to me, but I'll be helping you out for the next three weeks."
Closing her eyes, she tossed the last of his socks in the bag, and left the room. Her feet carried her to her own bedroom, and she picked up the phone, dialing Sarah's number. The conversation was one-sided most of the time. Elizabeth's "No" and "Yes" and "Fine" were really all that Jack could hear, as he started unpacking again. He wasn't surprised when he heard her grumbled, "Fine, stay."
He turned just as she spun around and left his doorway. Her ass quickly bringing his eyes a luxurious view as she walked away. His cock tingled, and he told himself that he wasn't about to play in the Widow's box while she still hungered for another man. Jack had heard plenty from Sarah about Elizabeth and Eric Wallance, and he had no qualms that he'd be having a fling with her. Her heart, they said, was strictly prohibited from being touched, for the love of her husband ran deep and strong. Jack envied that in a way. He had wanted a connection like that, but it seemed always within his grasp, but then something or someone would rip it away from him.
After he had unpacked, he headed downstairs, and found her just putting the last of the eggs in cartons. He helped stack them in the refrigerator she kept on her back porch, and he watched her take a log book down and track how many eggs she had collected that morning. "Where do you want me to start?" he asked her.
Elizabeth looked at him, and shrugged. "I could care less. I have work to do." She left him standing there, as she grabbed a ball cap from the nail on the wall and headed toward the barn. Gathering her hair up, she pulled the cap over her head, and began the climb up to the loft. Her fingers dug into her pocket, and she slipped on a pair of work gloves. She pulled the hay down, and tossed it over the loft edge, and watched it fall heavily to the ground. Her eyes ran over the barn floor, and she saw Jack grabbing a hammer and a bucket of nails.
She was curious, but decided she'd figure out what he was up to later. Her feet hit the ladder and she made her way back down. Once on the bottom she hauled the hay up and headed to feed Blaze. The black animal came up and nuzzled her cheek, then began to pull on her cap. She laughed and pushed past him, finally emptying the hay onto the ground. Elizabeth patted his jet black body, and rested her forehead on him.
"Do you ride him?"
She spun around and noticed Jack for the first time since she came out of the barn. Realizin he must have gone through the back entrance of the barn, she now saw that he was working on the fencing surrounding Blaze's corral. "No," she said.
"Aught to sell him then, or turn him into a stud."
Elizabeth's jaw clenched tight. She had not once considered selling Blaze, and as far as making him a stud for the local ranchers that was out of the question. Eric had bought the horse with no papers, just wanting the pure pleasure of riding him. "I'll not do either."
Jack shrugged, "Well its just a waste of horseflesh if you don't ride. You do know how don't you?" He glanced briefly at her, as he bent and picked up a piece of the broken corral, and hammered it back into place. Standing fully erect he moved along the row of fencing, and waited for her answer.
"I haven't in a long time, and I've never ridden Blaze."
He watched her leave and his eyes fell on the black horse. Sarah had told him about the horse being Mr. Wallace's and how Elizabeth and he would ride all over the place enjoying the day, and after his death, she had sold almost everything, including most of her land. Now what she had resembled a modern day small farm. Just enough to keep her fed, and a few critters taken care of. It was sad when one thought about it. He'd always heard that people out here took care of their neighbors, but from what he understood no one had tried except Sarah and her family. Then when he learned more about the Wallace land he knew why. Mrs. Wallance was sitting on prime land. She had sold most of it to pay for the upkeep of the place after her husband died. The mortgage paid off by life insurance, so she didn't have to worry about that. But after the first year, and the first winter, her life had been a constant struggle.
He stayed out by the corral working on its broken or loose boards, before he realized he had worked most of the day away, and early evening would be approaching. Jack stretched his arms and back, then picked up the shirt he had shed earlier. He wiped the sweat from his body, and headed back to the barn returning the hammer and the nails. Though the corral was the only thing he had gotten done, he still felt as if he had accomplished something. The fencing had been a mess, and how the magnificent creature, hadn't run off or gotten injured was beyond him. He took in the barn and noticed what would be a few costly obstacles to clear, in order to repair the place.
Jack cleaned up a small bit, in Blaze's water trough, then heading toward the house. His jeans were sweaty at the back, and his chest had been bronzed darker by the sun. He pushed through the screen door and smelled heaven when he walked into the main part of the house. On the table sat heaping bowls of every country man's last meal. Pototoes whipped to perfection, and brown gravy in a bowl. Piping hot biscuits nestled in a basket with a plate of butter on the side. His mouth watered as he smelled chicken coming from the oven, but when he looked and saw the well rounded hips, and the firm ass hidden beneath a pair of jeans, his breathing hitched in his throat. Jack shook himself, and wondered why he suddenly had an obsession with this woman's rear end.
"Dinner will be done very soon, go clean up and we'll eat." Elizabeth busied herself grabbing silverware, and plates, while Jack moved through the house and trotted upstairs. He needed a cold shower and fast. His cock was once more showing signs of wanting to learn more about the woman who looked like she had missed cooking for someone. The meal he had walked in on was obviously something she had once made a man after a hard days work, because by looking at her there was no way she ate that much food. He hurried through his shower, and shaving. His cologne filled the room, though most of it was washed off his hands, when he gave them one last cleansing.
Elizabeth turned at the sound of Jack entering the room. Her eyes lit up for a moment, as she took in his clean clothes, and his features. His sea-green eyes seemed to reach into her and pull from her a sigh. She coughed then, pulled the coffee from the stove and poured them both a cup. Once she sat down, Jack sat across from her. "This looks like a meal fit for a king, Mrs. Wallace."
She chuckled and laid her fork down. All afternoon she had fought with herself over him being here, until finally she resigned herself to the fact, that he was staying. Elizabeth looked at him, and smiled. "Your living under my roof, sleeping down the hall from me, and working for food and board, call me Elizabeth or Lizzie." Picking up his plate she piled mounds of food on it, then handed it back to him. "I think I have fixed to much."
He laughed, "I'll eat what I can, then more for a midnight snack." The meal was divine, each morsel melted in his mouth, and the company made it even better. He told her of his childhood with Sarah, in the city, and how hard it had been to let his little sis move out here for school, then marry her off to some rancher. But in the end he liked Robert, and knew that Sarah was happy. Jack stayed off of the subject concerning Blaze or her husband, he really thought the animal was a waste if she wasn't going to ride it, but it was her business in the end. His eyes watched her as the meal finished up, and she brought him a slice of apple pie, a dollop of ice cream melting over it.
"Good God woman!" he groaned, patting his stomach. "When did you have time to bake a pie?"
She laughed, and smiled. Turning around she reached into the trash and showed him the frozen pie package. "I'm not all country, Jack." Elizabeth sat down and enjoyed her pie with him. The whole meal had been a surprise. She had come inside and started to get her usual salad toppings out when she spied the chicken she had not yet separated for freezing. The next thing she knew she had whipped up a nice down home cooked meal, and she hadn't done that in three years. When they had finished eating she stored the leftovers, surprised at how little there were left, knowing she had eaten more then her fair share of the food. She hadn't realized how much she had missed cooking for someone until she was forced to do it.
Elizabeth soon found that she had missed having someone to spend the evening with and she was looking forward to the rest of the evening. Conversation with someone, besides silence would be a welcomed change. The two of them worked side by side, cleaning and washing the dishes. Afterwards, they moved off into the living room, and settled into a quite evening. She flipped through the channels and settled on a drama, and he picked up the paper. Every once in a while she'd look over and watch him. Her eyes took in his face, and the color of his skin. When he had come into the house, his shirt off and his body glistening with sweat, she had felt a longing in her stomach, that she hadn't felt in a long time. She had quickly ordered him upstairs to clean up, so she wouldn't have to look at him anymore. Now she sat there trying to drink him in with stolen moments.
Jack could feel her eyes on him, and several times he had found himself shifting in his seat. He had read the same article four or five times, eventually giving up and pretending to read. Thoughts of her and how she had looked each time he saw her ran through his mind, and he felt the pull to learn more about her. Was it possible that he was what she needed to break free of her sorrow? Jack began to wonder more about the woman instead of the Widow. The way he ached to touch her was like a yearning to capture the very air she breathed. He struggled to not grab her and crush her lips to his, and he fought with all his strength to get up and leave the room, telling her he was ready for bed. "Want to get an early start on the barn tomorrow, I'll have to go into town for supplies," he told her, as he left the room.
She watched him walk away, her eyes glued to his shoulders, and slowly trailed down his body, as he moved. The words of supplies caught her attention, and she hurried up the stairs after him. "I don't have money for supplies," she told him.
He knew that this conversation was going to occur, he had been hoping to avoid it, but he was realistic, and knew that he wouldn't have been able to get out of this one. "I'm taking care of the supplies."
"To hell you are!" she straightened her back and walked into his room. Elizabeth's face spoke volumes and she knew there was a burning blush on her cheeks. "Your not buying anything for this place, I'll pay for it, somehow." She turned and left him standing there, her steps echoed on the floor, and soon the walls shook with the slamming of her bedroom door. Immediately she went to her desk, and sat down. The barn was in a desperate state of repairs, but she honestly had no idea how she was going to pay for the supplies. It had taken her months to pay off her last charge account over at Mack's, and to start up a new account, was staggering to her. Sighing, she knew she'd do it. Pride, once more began to creep in on her, that and stubbornness.
Mack would give her the credit, and Jack would get the repairs done, and she would once more find a way to make ends meet. Blaze needed the barn for winter, and so did the milk cow that she had planned on purchasing next summer. If she started on the barn now, then she'd have a few more funds come in from her parents. Thoughts of her mom and dad rushed over her and she sighed, not quite ready to tell them, she needed more.
She pushed away stray hairs, and pulled out the small photo of her parents. They had been sending her monthly checks, keeping her from having to find work. Each month she prayed the check would come, and each month it did. Her parents had not returned in two years. They had come down to be with her after Eric's death, stayed for some time, then headed back to New York. Two years ago they came down and visited her and tried to get her to come back to the city with them. But she had refused, and chose to stay in her Arizona home. In the end, she had admitted that life was hard, but she loved it here, and so they sent her money instead. Each letter said, they still had a place for her, and Elizabeth was almost to the point of giving up.
With a heavy sigh she pulled off her clothes, and slipped into her shower. The water hit her skin, and relaxed her muscles. She thought of Eric, and the times they had spent together. His blue eyes called out to her, and she felt herself falling into his arms once more. Her fingers moved over her body, and she became one with him, her mind taking her to heights that were only reachable in her dreams. As she came down from her small, but pleasant climax a tear escaped her eye. Breathing deep, and locking her memory of him in she slid her hand to her wedding ring.
"Oh God!" she shouted, and shut the water off. Elizabeth looked at her bare hand, her mind swimming over when she had last seen the rings. Pictures of her day swam over her, and she recalled seeing them before she had begun gardening, but not thinking of them afterwards. Throwing on her robe, her hair and skin still wet, she ran from her room. Jack's door closed tight as she hurried past it and down the stairs. She opened the laundry bin, where she had tossed the muddy gloves, and dug through it. Finding them, but not finding the rings, she emptied the tub, and searched frantically for the bands. Leaving the heap of clothing on the floor, she ran to the back porch and grabbed a flashlight.
Her bare feet, stumbled over the rocks of her driveway, and hit the cold mud that was rough to walk on. She headed toward the vegetable patch and held the flashlight in one hand as she dug the ground with the other. Tears flowed down her face, as she begged and pleaded out loud. The frantic search became more hurried as she dropped the flashlight and dug with both hands. "Please! Oh God, please!" she repeated over and over, until she felt herself being lifted from the ground.
Jack had just gotten into his briefs when he happened to see a light in the garden. He looked down on Elizabeth and saw her digging. Something didn't seem right, she'd been sensible, so for her to be in the garden in the middle of the night, meant she was searching for something she had lost earlier. He pulled on a shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and pulled his jeans back on, not bothering to zip or button them, as he hurried out of the house.
He pulled her to her feet and shook her. "Elizabeth!" he shouted. Tears ran down her face, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. Jack was at a loss as to how to reach her, she was beyond reasoning. She tried to pull herself from him, and return to her digging, all the while screaming at him about rings, and Eric. Jack continued to shout at her, then crushed her lips with his. He kissed her hard, no passion, no lust, just strength. Something to bring her back to the here and now, something to shock her system. The resounding crack across his face when he released her, showed his plan had worked. He rubbed his now hot cheek, and looked at the woman who stood before him.
Elizabeth wiped the tears from her face, and ran her fingers through her hair, then pushed around Jack, and headed back to the house. He looked down and plucked the flashlight from the ground, and followed her back inside. The two rings tangled under torn dirt, and pulled weeds, once more was lost to the human eye. Jack heard the slamming of doors and winced as he approached the house. Whatever it was she had lost, he'd find out about it tomorrow, and offer her his help in the morning. Right now, he was horny and needed to get to bed. The kiss had been one that he had done out of a rash moment, and now he was thinking to much about it.
He stopped at the top of the stairs and heard her shower running. The mud had been caked thick on her hands, and when she had wiped her face, he would have loved to see the streaks she had made. The dark night had hid most of her features from him, but what moon and starlight he did have, but what he saw thrilled him. Jack moved to his room, and stripped off his shirt, and jeans. He laid in his bed, and thought of the woman across the hall, naked in her shower. His mind undressed her, and he imagined his hands running over the smooth, firm skin, he hungered to touch, and taste. Jack felt his cock hardened and he ran his palm over it, wanting nothing more then to remove his briefs and have Elizabeth beside him. He punched his pillow and rolled over, burying his head in its softness, a frustrated growled left his lungs. Jack finally succumbed to exhaustion, though his sleep was full of the woman in the house.
*****
Elizabeth woke up the following morning, the sun fully lighting her room. Her head hurt and her eyes told her to pry them open. She rolled over in bed, and looked at the time. Tossing the covers back, she cursed, and leapt from the bed. "Jesus," she muttered. "I haven't slept past noon in a decade or more!" She hurriedly got dressed and headed downstairs. Her feet stopped short as she stepped into the kitchen. A rose and a note rested on a plate with bagels and jars of jam to one side. Elizabeth looked around and saw her truck gone, but knew that Jack was using it. She sat down and picked up the note. It was a simple one, written by him. She read the words and tucked the note in her pocket. He'd gone to town, and would be back after lunch.
She sat back and ate her bagel, smeared with strawberry preserves. Elizabeth thought about last night, and how he had pulled her from the ground, and kissed her. She knew that slapping him had been more of shock and anger, not at him, but for her loss. Her fingers rubbed the bare spot on her hand, now nothing but a small discolored ring on her finger. The "cheater's ring" she had heard it called, but for her it was the Widow's ring. She had taken her rings off once, but quickly pushed them back on. Now she had no option, they were gone. She bit back the tears, and finished her light meal. Since Jack would not be there for lunch she grabbed an apple on the way out the door, and reached for the basket to gather the eggs with. Inside was another note, this one telling her he had all ready gathered, and fed the chickens, and taken care of Blaze.
Elizabeth sighed, and thought about what she could do. He would be back later with the supplies, and she hadn't thought to call Mack and have him put it on her tab. She hoped Jack had mentioned her and had all the things put on her account, but somewhere deep inside she knew he probably hadn't. She would find a way to pay him back, perhaps making him his favorite foods while he was here. Heading back to the house, she decided she'd invite Scottie over, to give her a lift, back to his place. A visit to Sarah sounded good to her, and she'd do a little homework on her house guest while she was there.
Jack arrived back from town and drove to the back of the barn, unloaded the plywood, paint, and other various things he thought of as he was in town. Then he drove the truck back to the house and unloaded the groceries he thought would come in handy for Elizabeth. Once inside he realized she wasn't home and then noticed the note. He called up his sister and told him he'd be over to pick up Elizabeth in just a few minutes. She invited him to dinner, so Jack took a few extra moments to put on some fresh clothes, that looked nicer then the ones he had planned on wearing for the rest of the evening. He went ahead and shaved early, then headed out the door, his eyes glancing at Blaze as he left. Jack felt a new project building in his mind, as he headed to his sister's ranch.
Once there he greeted his nephew, and his girlfriend. Sarah's husband Robert rounded the corner of the house and eagerly greeted him. Before he had even managed an attempt to see his sister, he was working side by side on a tractor with his brother-in-law. They discussed the repairs he was planning on doing over at Elizabeth's, as well as the corral he had all ready fixed. He declined Robert's offer to send Scott over to help out with the repairs. Jack knew he wanted to spend as much time on that ranch alone with Elizabeth as he could. The thought of having his young nephew all over the place, wasn't his idea of fun.
Jack looked over toward the voices he heard coming from the barn. His eyes took in Elizabeth and his sister. He thought about how beautiful and alive she looked when she was with others, and he noticed the difference in her smile. Jack realized she hungered for company, whether she knew it or not. "Robert," he turned back his attention to the task at hand, and waited till his brother-in-law responded, before continuing. "You got any horses you can free up for the next three weeks?"
Robert looked up and then over to his wife and his sister-in-law. He chuckled and shook his head in amazement. Sarah always had a plan and it looked like the one she had in her head was starting to become a reality. "Wanting something to ride over there at Lizzie's?" He smirked at the sneer and then ducked as the shop towel was thrown at him.
"Yes. I need to get that horse of her's moving, and I figured she'd tag along for the ride. At least that is what I'm going to try and get her to do."
"We've got more then a few to spare, I'll have Scottie ride Butter out and she can use him, unless your planning on her riding Blaze, then I'll send Tornado to you." Robert pictured the silver grey stallion and grinned, very few could intimidate the animal, but he knew his brother-in-law could handle him.
He thought a moment, then answered, "You best send over Butter. I don't even think she wants to ride, and I don't think she wants to ride Blaze. If I'm wrong, then I'll ride Butter, no reason on having the two stallions together."
"No, but since you don't have a mare in heat over there, they'd get along decently."
Jack agreed, and before long the two men had finished the needed repairs, and celebrated the roar of the engine turning over. They headed into the house, grabbed a couple of beers each and settled back outside under the shade of the large maple tree. The branches hung low, and the two men watched the women moving through the flower beds. "How's it going over there?"
The question pulled Jack from his musings and he took a drink of his beer. "The first day, was rough, slept after I made it a point I was staying. Well, after your wife made the point clear over the phone to her."
They laughed, and he continued. "I did those repairs, and went into town today. I haven't been with her yet, so I'm not sure I can answer for how it is going. Seems to be all right. She is warming up some. She really misses him though."
"They'd been married for 10 years, when he had that wreck. She's only 33, and really doesn't need to be alone. Hell, she still has plenty of time to live and love life. Shit, if I wasn't in love with Sarah, I'd be hounding Lizzie's porch all night."
Jack laughed, and stood up, "Well, I think I'm going to try and convince Mrs. Wallace that I should be hounding her bed, and not her guest room."
"Don't toy with her, and hurt her Jack. Sarah and I would have a hard time forgiving you." He said nothing else, as he went inside for the steaks, returning moments later to see Jack heading toward the women. He shook his head, hoping that Sarah knew what she was doing, then he headed to the pit to cook the steaks.
Elizabeth had seen her truck as soon as she and Sarah had left the barn, her eyes quickly scanned and caught the sight of Jack. Her stomach had done a few flips, and she had to be readdressed by her friend a few times, before she got her attention back to their earlier conversation. They had discussed the first full day of Jack's stay, and Elizabeth admitted that his help over the next few weeks would be a great weight off her shoulders. They talked about a few things from Jack's past that Elizabeth had been grateful for learning.
She had found out about a very serious relationship, that went sour, after he had found her with a good friend of his. That had led to a tangle of depression, but over the past several years, he had become his old self, full of laughter and kindness. Elizabeth felt herself lucky at being at the receiving end of his kindness, and hoped to experience more of his laughter. She watched him approaching, and her eyes lit up. His captured hers, and he moved in to step between her and his sister. "I do believe you lovely ladies need an escort to the picnic table."
Sarah laughed as she felt her brother's arm slide around her and bring her close. She had missed him, and she hoped that his time with Elizabeth would grow into something more permanent. She wanted that closeness with him again, and having him in Arizona instead of LA, would be a dream come true. She smiled up at him, and laughed. "I think I can make my way on my own, escort Lizzie if you feel she'll lose her way." She left the two and headed up to her husband, thoughts of the couple left her mind, as her eyes captured those of Robert's.
The feeling of passion returned to her, just like it did every time she saw him. Her body tightened in anticipation, for the evening. Scottie was going to stay at a friend's so that left her and her husband alone, and that was always something she enjoyed for many hours. She hugged him, as he grilled the food, and kissed his shoulders. "I think he likes her," she whispered in his ear, and then released him.
"I think so too, I just hope he doesn't love her and leave her." Robert answered. He pulled his wife into a warm embrace, and kissed her welcoming lips. "Go grab the rest of the stuff; this meat is almost ready."
Sarah placed her hand upon his crotch, "It's ready, all right." She winked and headed into the house hollering for her son and his girlfriend to help her out.
Elizabeth watched Sarah go inside, and told Jack she'd had better help. As she made to leave, he put his arm around her waist, and walked with her along the paths of the flower beds. She felt the heat of his touch, through her blouse and she leaned into him. She kept her own arms crossed in front of her, but she soon found herself relaxing, and her arm wrapped around his.
They walked in companionable silence each one wondering what the other was thinking. Elizabeth had looked forward to his arrival all afternoon, and now that he was here, she only wanted to get back to her place to enjoy his company alone. She liked the feel of someone in her house. It was nice to think of something besides her loneliness and her past. Her past crept up on her now, and she looked at her bare hand. "I lost my wedding rings in the garden yesterday. That was why I was out digging in the mud."
He looked at her bare hand, now displayed before him, at the small discoloration of the years showing on her skin. "I'm sorry to hear that. I wish we both could have looked together. I could tell it was important."
She chuckled, "Yes, I was pretty out of it." She stopped and turned toward him, "I'm sorry I hit you."
Jack grinned, "No worries, I'm tough." He winked and curled his fingers around her hand, and walked with her toward the others. Once they got to the table the group enjoyed an early evening supper. Later on, Scottie took his girlfriend home, and Jack was hugging his sister goodbye. Elizabeth followed suit and they were both pulling out of the drive and heading back to her home. Robert pulled Sarah into his arms and kissed her with full passion and expected promises of fulfillment.
*****
The next day Elizabeth found herself up early and making breakfast for a man that she had not yet seen that morning. She had woken up at her usual morning hour, and noticed Jack's door was open, so she peeked in. She shouldn't have been surprised to see him gone, but she was just the same. As she walked downstairs she thought about the night before and how they had ended back at her place, enjoyed a glass of wine together, then each one had gone and done their own thing. She had picked up some needlework and Jack had made a few phone calls.
This morning she waltzed into the kitchen, and saw another rose on the table and a picture of a chicken, drawn by Jack's hand. She laughed and understood that he was gathering eggs, so she started breakfast. Her thoughts were full of his face as she puttered around the kitchen. It was as if, for some reason, she knew what he'd want and what would make him happy. Elizabeth was surprised at how much she enjoyed spending time with him, and how much she looked forward to seeing him in the morning. Her fingers had stopped moving to her lost rings after Jack had held her hand, and she had admitted to herself that her husband didn't plague her memory like he had before.
Her eyes lit up as she saw him approaching the house. She finished setting the table and rushed back upstairs to change into a dress. The idea of a day in the city had suddenly hit her, she knew that Jack had spent his life in LA, and she figured he'd want to touch place with a few things around here that would remind him of home. She quickly donned her dress, scooped her brown locks into a pony tail, and headed downstairs. She was putting on a light shade of lipstick when she heard him come into the kitchen. Elizabeth tucked the pink tube into the pocket of the sun dress and met him in the hall.
"I was coming to...," he stopped talking for a moment and looked at her. His eyes roamed over her body, and noticed every polished inched of her. Jack coughed, cleared his throat and asked, "Got plans for today I see."
She grinned, and hooked her arm through his, allowing herself to enjoy the strength she felt beneath her fingers. "I was hoping to have a lunch date and a movie afterwards with you, if you'd like to join me that is." They took their places at the table, and she grinned wider at his acceptance.
Jack could feel his excitement about the upcoming afternoon building. He had gotten the chores done and managed to work on the barn some before hunger called him to go back to the house. He wasn't surprised to see breakfast ready, but he was very surprised to see Elizabeth standing in a dress with a hint of pink coloring accenting her lips. Immediately he had wanted to kiss the shade from her lips, and devour her mouth, but he had instead, choked out a few words, and ogled her like a whipped pup. The idea of a movie with her, brought him up short, and he realized he wouldn't be around to help out with the horse, that Scott was riding over. "I need to borrow the phone for a sec, to call Robert," he told her as they ate their meal and discussed the projects on the barn, and the chicken coop.
"All right," she had told him. He grabbed the phone, after they ate, and nodded to her statement, "I'll finish cleaning up breakfast, and meet you outside when your done." before saying hello to Robert on the other end of the receiver.
As she walked out of the room, she thought she had heard Butter's name, and she wondered what Jack and her friend's husband were up to. Her eyes alit on Blaze and she suddenly knew what he was planning. At first she felt a simmering anger begin, then took a deep breath and relaxed. Eric had loved Blaze but she never rode him; obviously Jack liked him, so she would keep Blaze while Jack was here. Then, deciding it was time to release Blaze from his lonely existence on her sad little farm, she'd sell him either to Sarah and Robert or to another of the area ranchers.
She climbed in the truck when she saw Jack come out. Her eyes watched his long legs move, and her body reacted to the ripple of muscles she could see in his tight stretched jeans. The wind blew against his dark hair, and his green eyes seemed to darken when he smiled at her. Pressing a palm to her stomach she wondered what the rest of him looked like underneath all his clothes. She felt a blush rush to her cheeks, and she stifled the urge to moan. They headed into town and she rested comfortably in her seat, before her eyes started to drift close, the heat of the day relaxing her and warming her skin.
Jack glanced over and watched her sleeping; he'd steal peeks of her while he drove. His hand reached out tenderly and curled his fingers around hers. Jack had been trying all night to come to terms with how he was feeling about her. He had never fallen so hard or so fast for anyone in his entire life. Even the woman he thought he was supposed to marry hadn't felt like this. It was as if he lived only to wake up each morning and see her. Each breath of air he took it was as if it was her scent he inhaled.
His mind went over the last couple of days, and he still couldn't believe where his heart and head were. He knew where he wanted to be, and he could almost feel as if it was the way it was supposed to always be. Jack wondered if she felt it, or if it was wishful thinking on his part. He wanted to be with her every moment from here on out, but was that something she wanted also? He didn't know, but he was going to figure it out. As he pulled into the theater he knew he'd not leave Arizona unless she told him there was nothing for him here, only then would he return to LA.
Elizabeth yawned and stretched then shyly smiled over at Jack, "Guess I got tired."
"I think so. I decided on the afternoon matinee first, you made to big of a breakfast for me to consider eating again all ready." He got out of the truck, helped her out, and wrapped his arm around her waist. Jack loved the feeling of protectiveness that washed over him. "Nice town you have here."
"I guess it is a town, compared to LA; here I was calling it a city."
Chuckling he opened the lobby doors, and paid for their tickets. "Well, I'm used to a lot of places bigger then this, but I'm liking the looks of everything this area has to offer." The implication was there and she knew what he had truly meant. Looking at him, she whispered, "I'm glad."
"So am I," he placed a kiss on her brow, and steered her toward the concessions. They both agreed only a soda for now, and then headed into the dimly lit theater. Elizabeth chose a pair of seats in the center, and settled in as Jack took his place beside her. The short introductions ran, and they talked about what each one knew of the movie. Before long they were lost in conversation, until the theater lights were turned off and the movie began.
Hands were held as they each watched the story unfold: a mystery surrounding the kidnapping of several women and the links between the heroine and the murderer. Though it was full of all the adventure and action one wants in a movie, nothing could penetrate the feeling of emotion that were consuming the couple in the theater. Jack's fingers had begun drawing lazy lines across her hand, and he had moved himself closer to her. His other hand was around the back of her chair, where his fingers toyed with her hair.
Elizabeth had ceased concentrating on the movie, long before it had started. His hand in hers was enough to distract her. When he had moved his hand from her fingers and wrapped it behind her neck, tingles erupted and the hairs on the back of her neck rose up. He had leaned over and started drawing trails over her arm, causing Elizabeth to stifle a moan. She leaned her head over and rested it on his shoulder, snuggling as much as she could in the theater seats. As the movie progressed, so did Jack's attention on her skin. He stroked her neck, and moved his fingers teasingly along her skin.
He pushed his thumb against her jaw, turning her face to his. Jack gazed at her eyes, then her lips, and he pressed his mouth against hers. Elizabeth's face heated to a hot flush, and she whimpered softly against his lips. Jack moved in his chair, his hand slid from behind her to cup her cheek, while his other moved in to caress her jaw. As he stroked her jaw, he slipped his tongue along the seam of her lips, parting them softly. He pushed into her mouth, and tasted the woman he had suddenly learned to love.
Jack pulled back, and looked at her. He realized he had searched for her for what seemed like a lifetime, and love was exactly what he was feeling. His lips pressed against hers once more, this time with full intent of what he wanted from her. Her mouth welcomed him, and the kiss was full of desire and heat. He pushed deeper, tasting more of her. Elizabeth swept her tongue along the side of his and stroked firmly, welcoming his mouth, and his touch. His fingers moved into her hair, angling her head as he fought for more of her sweetness.
She moaned into his kiss and felt her body yearning to give over to him. No longer were there doubts about her need to have him, just a driving urge to possess. She kissed him deeply, pressing herself as close as she could, the seat now a barrier between them. "Jack," she whispered against his lips.
"Liz, we need to go," he told her. Standing, he took her hand and they left the theater. Once outside, they were in each other's arms. Jack felt like a teenager, making out on a date, and that was exactly the way he wanted to feel. He pushed her against the brick wall of the complex, and lavished her neck with kisses. He marked the flesh of her skin that was exposed by her dress. The small shoulder strap was pushed to the side and his tongue and teeth replaced them. He felt her fingers run through his hair and down his back. Jack slid his tongue back to her ear, and licked the outer edge before dipping inside. His teeth tugged on the lobe, then suckled on it. "Oh God, Liz," he groaned against her neck. The need to move further was great and he pulled her into his arms, kissed her hard, and headed hand in hand toward her truck.
Elizabeth touched her lips, as she hurried behind him, giggling to herself at his hurried pace. She was almost out of breath from the kiss, and the almost run across the parking lot of the theater. When they reached the truck she found herself pushed against the door, and her mouth assaulted once more. She was just as hungry for him. Her tongue pushed along with his, mating and dancing. Her fingers dug into his hair, and she pushed her tongue deeper with his. "We need to get home, Jack."
"Yes, we do," he growled against her lips, kissing her hard again. "I just don't want to stop." His mouth trailed down her neck, and to the dip of her dress, smelling her scent. "Jesus, Elizabeth." Jack pulled his mouth from her skin, and opened the door, helped her in, and then circled around the truck. He climbed up into the cab, and slammed the door shut behind him. She was immediately in the middle of the bench seat and his mouth was on hers again. Tongues touched and tangled again, as if they were old friends that had been parted far too long, each one knowing where the other would receive the most pleasure.
Jack pulled his mouth away, stared at her for a moment, and quickly started the engine of the truck. They were back home in record time, at least to Elizabeth's judging. Jack hadn't bothered to think about anything, but the woman beside him. She was breathtaking and it took all his control not to pull off to the side of the road, and take her right there in the truck. Elizabeth pressed herself against him, when he finally had parked and shut the car off in her driveway. She had no clue why her body wanted this man so badly. Other dates had led to a kiss goodnight, but no one had ever driven her to such wanton behavior. Her husband had been the love and lover of her life, before his death, and it was time to allow a new life to begin.
He embraced her and held her tightly, pushing his hand up over her breast, cupping it firmly in his palm. Jack moved his other hand from her skin, and opened his side of the truck. Disconnecting himself from her, he got out of the car, and watched her slide out after him. She pressed her body tightly to his, her arms wrapping around his neck. Jack shut the door, and gathered her into his arms, carrying her to the house and up the stairs. He took her to his room, laid her on the bed and made short work of his shoes and clothes.
Elizabeth watched his every move, her eyes never straying from his form. She looked at the well formed muscles of his body, the patch of hair on his chest. Her eyes admired the dark hair and the color of his well bronzed body. When he removed his jeans, and his briefs, she felt a throbbing pulse of hunger hit her sex, and moisture slipped easily free onto her cotton panties. He returned to her side, and undid the buttons on the front of her dress. Cupping her breasts, he teased the nipples with his thumbs, bringing a quiet moan from her lips.
Moving his fingers in circles over her nipples, he brought the tips to further hardness. Jack's mouth descended to the left nipple, while his fingers moved over the right. He teased both buds, flicking her nipples simultaneously with both his tongue and his fingers. Licking and rubbing them he felt the ridges of their arousal beneath the tip of his questing muscles. Elizabeth curled her fingers in his hair, and pulled him closer to her breast, as her back arched up to offer him more.
"Jack, I don't want to wait."
He heard her words, a heated, throaty sound. Leaving her breasts he undid the series of buttons that ran down the remaining half of the dress, and opened it on the bed. Elizabeth sat up, kissed him, then slid to her feet. The dress fell to the floor, and Jack's hands went to the band of her panties. He slipped his fingers inside the band and pulled them free of her skin, leaving soft curls, glistening with heat, exposed to his eyes.
With smooth caresses he turned him toward her, and faced her sex, as he sat on the edge of the bed. Jack buried his face to the apex of her body, breathing in her womanly perfume, sucking the very air his body hungered for. Reigning kisses over her pussy, he covered his closed lips with her nectar, as her fingers continued to bury themselves deeper into his hair, holding him in place. Using his tongue, as if it were a shovel, he slipped it between her wet lips. Hot liquid was pushed up on to the tip of his tongue, gathered there, then pushed further back as he pressed for more. He swallowed the syrup from her body, and shoved his tongue back down, taking more juices from her.
She gasped and shivered over the continued licking and sweeping of her sex. Her fingers moved from his hair to his shoulders, and she felt his firm muscle flex under her touch. Elizabeth's held fell back, her hair cascading along her skin. The ends tickled her waist, as she began to thrust her hips into his face. Jack's hand moved to the small of her back, and then slid up. He gathered her hair into a fist, and held it tight. Her fingers dug into his flesh, and she cried out as his other hand used his fingers to open the lips of her pussy. His tongue dived in deep, and he drove it into her, his index finger bent to massage her clit.
With each sensation that Jack drove and caressed against her, Elizabeth cried out for more. She felt each push of his tongue, and each stroke it made along the walls of her pussy. She continued to feel his fingers knead the muscles of her ass. It had been years since she had felt the intensity of being wanted and possessed, she longed for more, and wanted to experience it all with Jack. Eric had loved her completely, just as Jack now seemed too. She hungered for that, and realized she'd follow him anywhere, just to be near him. Elizabeth felt the crashing wave of her orgasm, just as she felt the whole of her heart suddenly swell up and fill with love for Jack.
Jack sucked the now thick flow of liquid that seemed to erupt from deep inside her. He drank the come that flowed thick from her body. Sucking and cleansing her with continued thrusts of his tongue, soon joined by his finger. Stroking and urging more eruptions of heat to flow from within her. As she came, her muscles tightened around his fingers, and he brought more of the ecstasy forth for him to savor. Burying himself in the hairs of her sex, he breathed hot air into the curls and against the wet lips.
She felt her legs begin to buckle, and he turned her to the bed, and eased her to it once more. Her pussy slick with desire kept her body ready for his. Jack moved over her, kissing her skin, as she opened her legs to accept him. Her feet ran up his legs, and stroked the firm calf muscles. The textures of soft skin, and coarse hairs, pleasured the soles of her feet, and she stroked him further. Elizabeth looked at his green-eyes, and for a moment, they seemed to flash a brilliant blue, the same color as Eric's. She touched his lips, and looked back at his eyes; a sea-green stared back at her. Elizabeth didn't question what she had seen, perhaps it was just a trick her mind was playing or a way to say goodbye to her husband. At that moment, all she wanted was Jack, and deep within herself she knew that was how it was supposed to be.
Her fingers moved down his back as his mouth took charge over the skin on her neck. Elizabeth turned her head to the side, giving him more of the skin he desired to taste and drink from. She felt the bites of his teeth on her neck and the pull as he sucked in the flesh at the same time. Her hands moved along his ribs, over his hips, and fingers dug into the hard muscles of his ass. "Jack, please," the request, groaned out of her.
Jack moved a hand between them, and guided the head of his cock to the opening of her slick sex. He pushed the head in gently and then returned his hand to the side of the bed. Leaving her neck, he placed the other hand on the other side of her, and looked down on her body, and her face. "God, you're beautiful Ella." He pushed into her, watching her eyes widen a fraction then close as she absorbed the feel of his cock completely enter her. Jack watched her face; each muscle seemed to react to his invasion of her body. He had heard the name he had called her, and for a brief moment, he had been distracted. The name was new to his lips, but he pushed the thought away, not knowing why he had called her Ella.
The contracting of her muscles surrounding his cock, drove all other thoughts of confusion from his mind. He pushed deeper, then pulled his stiff rod out, before slowly pushing back into her. Stroking and deeply thrusting on each return into her body, Jack urged more tremors from the woman beneath him. Elizabeth slipped her legs up and locked them around his waist. She then began to lift and pump his cock with her pussy. Her fingers moved to his back, and dug into his skin. Elizabeth brought her head up to taste his tongue. They tangled and waltzed together as he moved deep inside her, sliding her sex with each hard drive. The slick walls became more wet, and the head of his cock, was thumping against the back wall of her aroused body, when Elizabeth felt the heat of her body begin its journey towards another erupting flame.
Jack, noticed the difference in her, and quickened his pace. He drove into her harder and demanded more from her. Their bodies glistened in a sheen of sweat, as he moved his mouth from her's, and grabbed a nipple with his teeth. He bit the button, and impaled her continually as he tormented the hard treat. Nails clawed his skin, and her back arched up, the breast buried closer against him, and Jack knew she would be coming within second. He stopped moving, his cock head resting on the inside of her sloppy sex. She glared at him, gasping for breath, her bottom lip trembling. Jack's mouth opened further and he sucked hard on her nipple, while he pushed his cock, deep and hard into her pussy.
"Oh God Jack!" she screamed, as she clasped his rod, and covered him with the thick welcomed juices of her body. Elizabeth felt the eruptions of her body, and savored each feeling that rocked from her soul. She had not felt this much for one man, in so long, she had feared she would never feel it again. Her arms clung to him, as her back would lift and fall from the bed. A welcoming eruption of emotions consumed her.
Jack felt his own release and held himself tightly inside her. Filling her caverns with the hot seed that would search out a resting place for a future both of them wanted. He pumped into her, moving with slow slides against her walls. As she finished her quivers, he to finished his. The fullness of his cock no longer there, but still his sex was wedged inside her, Jack pressed down and kissed her with more passion then he had ever felt. His body had somehow found its home, a place that he had not know he had even been searching for.
Elizabeth held him, as the kiss melted her, and she slipped her hands all over his sweat covered back. He sighed against her lips, and moved off of her. Jack slid beside her body, gathered her to him, and held her close to him. He covered the top of her head with kisses, as she laid her head on his chest. Fingers ran through her hair, working tangles, and small knots. "I love you," he whispered against her head, kissing it as he did."
She looked up to him, smiled and returned his words. The look in his eyes questioned her response, and she reinforced it by sliding her lips to his. "I love you Jack. I didn't think it possible to feel this again, but I do. I love you so very much." She kissed him with the love she had just spoken of, and Jack felt his mind rest, as he held her. Their lips separated and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
*****
The following morning, Elizabeth reached for her lover, and found the space beside her empty. She rolled onto her back and listened to the sound of the shower reach her ears. Closing her eyes, she remembered the feeling of his body on top of hers, and she shivered once more. As the memory of the night returned, she found herself pulled back to the moment that his eyes changed color. She tried to shake off the feeling that it had happened, that it was instead a figment of her imagination, or a heated moment of memory that assailed her.
As the sounds in the next room became more pronounced, the water no longer flowing, she remembered the name that fell from his lips. "Ella," she whispered, bringing her fingers to his lips. Eric called her Ella, he had said it was the name he wanted to give her, a name no one else would know. Why had Jack called her that? Had she mentioned it to him? As soon as she asked that she knew she hadn't. She didn't have the answers, but that didn't mean the questions went away. Pushing the blankets away, she left his bed, and moved to her room. Elizabeth found her robe, and turned when she heard his voice whisper hello against her ear.
Her body was embraced by his. A towel circled his waist, and the smooth cheeks of his freshly shaved face nuzzled her neck. She pressed into him, inhaling the scent of his cologne and his own essence. Elizabeth leaned back, and saw the sea-green eyes, that were those of the man she now held in her arms. "Why did you call me Ella last night?" she asked him, her fingers touching the wet waves of his hair.
"I don't know." Jack had thought about that himself as he had showered. He had never known an Ella. He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled down at her. "You looked like an Ella at that moment. Why?" Stroking her cheek, he continued, "I was with you last night, I don't know an Ella, and I'm sorry if the name upset you. I honestly don't know why I said it, it was as if it just came out on its own."
Elizabeth pressed her lips to his, and whispered, "It is fine, it didn't upset me, just surprised me. I haven't been called Ella by anyone in years, and even then only one person called me that. No one knew it. It was a secret between us."
"Eric?" he asked.
She nodded and removed herself from his embrace. He watched her take out clothes for the day, and found himself asking why he had called her that, but without a logical reason, he just decided to not worry about it. She wasn't upset, so he would not dwell on it. Jack grinned and leaned against the wall, in an attempt to watch her get dressed. That was not to be the case as Elizabeth shooed him away, and proceeded to get dressed while he hurried out to do morning chores.
Jack wasn't surprised to see Butter in the corral with Blaze, and Blaze showing her the proper attention due to the beautiful creature. He snickered to them both as he headed toward the hen house. The morning progressed well as he worked his now familiar routine, thought of Elizabeth filled his mind, and he soon found himself working faster in order to get back to the house for breakfast. He cared for her animals, and gathered up the eggs, before heading back inside he paused a moment, and walked through her garden.
Elizabeth moved around the kitchen, preparing pancakes and sausage, another meal that she knew Jack would enjoy. He had become a permanent fixture in her home and her heart, and she wondered what would happen when he left. She looked over her little farm, once a great ranch. Could she leave it, if he asked her to? It was her last connection to Eric and her life with him, was it time to close that chapter and move on? Elizabeth wanted the answer to spring from her lips, but it didn't, a nagging sense of dread settled in her gut, and she knew that she was supposed to be with Jack, but she also felt she was supposed to be here too. Shaking the thoughts away, she watched him bend down and rifle through the dirt of the garden.
He'd seen the glint of rock peeking from under a small clod of soil and weeds. Jack lifted his brows in disbelief, and bent down to pick up the wedding set. The small hook had kept the two bands together, and he brushed the caked mud off the shiny stone. It tried to sparkle with more brilliance, and he placed it in his pocket. Jack moved out of the garden and headed back to the house. Again he was overcome with emotion, as he watched her turn to face him. Her eyes drew him in, and he felt as if he were swimming through a thick sea trying to reach her. His steps took him to her side, and his lips covered her in a morning kiss.
Returning his kiss was an easy feat for the woman, and Elizabeth relished in the moment. Their tongues tickled each other, and her breasts pressed against his chest. Heat reached through their clothing, and they finally had to pull themselves apart. Jack pressed his mouth to her head, and held her for a moment, absorbing the feel of her in his arms. He wondered what would become of her, after he left. What would become of him? Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he helped her take her seat beside his at the table.
Every morning they would rise from bed together, some mornings his and some hers. Their nights were full of passion, lust, desire, and spoken words of love. Unspoken things were left to weigh on their minds. As the week progressed and the second one drew to a close, neither had spoken of the times he would whisper Ella in her ear as they made love. Elizabeth never mentioned that in those moments of his whispered words, she'd see his eyes turn blue. To Elizabeth it was at times frightening and at other times, touching. Somehow her Eric had found a way to give a small part of himself to her, through Jack, and she embraced it. As she was loving that part of him, the rest of her continued to grow in love and admiration for the man she knew Jack to be.
Elizabeth never asked him to leave, and she never asked him to stay. She was afraid of his answer. If he told her that the love was there, but not enough for him to stay in Arizona with him, then she knew her heart would break. If he asked her to go with him, she also knew she couldn't. This was her home, the country was what she wanted and where she longed to be. As the week of his departure closed in around them, Elizabeth kept her fears to herself.
Jack had gone into town earlier in the week having had her rings cleaned and cared for. While he was there he had purchased one of his own. He now sat in the truck looking down on the ring he had bought her. He wanted to give it to her, ask her to marry him, and embrace her tightly. Jack felt that this was his home, and he belonged with her. He'd return to the city, close out his dealings there, then return to her side. Before he left he wanted her to have his ring, just like she did his heart.
She was a vision of beauty, as she sat in the picture window, her head bent and reading a book. He slipped his hand in his pocket and picked out the rings he had found in the garden, and placed his own in his shirt pocket. "I found these and had them cleaned for you." He plopped the rings into the palm, he had taken from the book.
Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat and she dropped the book to the ground. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she hugged him tightly. "Oh, Jack! Thank you so very much! However did you find them?"
Jack was a little surprised by her zealous reaction, and tried not to read to much into it. He hugged her back, and smiled down at her. "Well, I just had a feeling to look, and there they were. I'm glad I could make you happy."
"Happy! I'm ecstatic!" her fingers slipped the set back on her hand, and she held them out, admiring them once more. "Back where they belong," she whispered, hugged him once more, and headed toward the fridge to start lunch, never seeing the look of rejection on his face.
He stood there for what seemed like hours, and stared out the window. The diamond he had bought burned a hole in his pocket. When her voice called him over for lunch, he plastered a smile on his face and walked into the kitchen. His eyes followed her hands, each time they would move to caress the rings he felt the pit of his stomach fall deeper down. Jack pushed away his plate, and told her he needed to get back to working on the barn. He left, and with a heavy heart, made his way to the barn. Soon he was absorbed in the heat of the labor, and the dread that filled his heart only increased with each moment.
Jack worked hard throughout the day. When Elizabeth came and greeted him, lemonade in hand, he said his thanks, then returned back to work. All afternoon he worked on the patches for the barn, and into the late afternoon, early evening, he fixed the chicken coop. As he thought about all he had accomplished in one day, pride did not fill him, only sorrow. He had buried his feelings of loss in his work, and had reached a decision concerning Elizabeth, Eric, and him.
That night they enjoyed a quiet meal and Jack made excuses of exhaustion and retired to his own bed. Elizabeth allowed him to fall asleep, and then climbed in quietly behind him. The entire day weighed heavy on her mind, and she wanted to wake him up and ask him what was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She finally fell asleep with thoughts of what she would tell him tomorrow running through her mind.
Jack looked down on her, having waited till she slept before he slipped out of bed. He now was dressed, and his duffel bags sat by the door of his room. A letter and a rose sat on the bedside table, and a ribbon with a ring had been tied to the rose stem. His eyes took in her sight, and he bent down and whispered, "I love you Ella," into her ears. If he had looked in a mirror he would have seen eyes of blue staring back at him.
He had called the airport and they had arranged his return flight to be moved up, and then he had paid out a lot of money to have a cab come clear out to her place and pick him up. As the cab pulled away, his heart stayed in a letter beside her bed. Jack rubbed his chest, trying to ease the pain that was ripping through him. She had shown she wasn't ready for him, and he couldn't play seconds to a dead man.
When the morning sun was peeking out, Jack was in the air, flying towards LA, and the brown haired love of his life was holding a letter, that was being smeared by tears.
Elizabeth,
I have never loved anyone as much as I have loved you. You're the air I breath, the food my body craves, and the blood that rushes through me. Yet all of these things are nothing if I don't have all of you. When I returned the rings to you, and you placed them back on your hand, it cut me to the core. But. . .even that was not like hearing the words, that they belonged there. See, Elizabeth, I wanted this ring to belong there.
Elizabeth held the sparkling gem in her hand, and looked at the set that she wore. She remembered the words she said, and her heart broke further. How could she have been so blind? She had not seen what was in front of her. Instead when she got the connection to Eric back, she had latched onto it, her safety net, had returned. Now with trembling fingers, she continued reading the note, she had read a thousand times.
I had planned on taking you into my arms, making love to you, confessing my whole life to you, but then I realized that you loved him still. That of course isn't why I'm leaving. I'm leaving because I what you to love me more. While I'm here on this planet, alive and beside you, I want you to focus on me. God, that sounds so childish, but it is what I want, and I can't settle to play second to Eric. I'm going back to L.A.; Beth knows how to reach me. I realized that we never talked about birth-control. I want you to find me if there is a child. I'd like to be a dad. We'll cross that bridge if we have to. I do love you, and if you can't love me, I hope someday you'll love someone.
Jack
Sobs filled the room, and she clutched the letter to her chest. Her heart burned, and she cried out in anger and frustration. Soon she was hiccuping her sorrow, and felt her body weigh down on her. Elizabeth climbed back into his bed, and held his pillow to her nose. She buried her face into it, smelling him, absorbing him. The exhausted cries carried her to sleep and she dreamed deeply of a man standing by her bed.
Eric watched her resting. He had lived a few more days with her. Helped her to love someone else, and then began to leave her alone. His job was done, he had helped the man Jack to gain entrance into his wife's heart, and then he had slowly pulled himself from him. The moments that he was with her, and he had allowed himself to show thought Jack's eyes and Jack's whispered Ella's had been his own way of saying goodbye.
He lay down beside her, his fingers traced over the streaks of tears, and he pressed a kiss to her lips and then her eyes. As he lay beside her, he felt her pain, and held it for her, easing her sleep. Eric felt the last three years burn inside him: the struggle she had with his death, the farm, and the bills. He hurt for her, and realized that she had lived all of this so she could live again. The accident had claimed him when it was supposed to. He knew this now; he hadn't been cheated, but Elizabeth had. Eric was the key to releasing her from the pain she felt.
His hands moved over her, and touched her silken hair, her soft shoulders, and her rounded hip. Eric splayed his hand across her stomach and smiled knowing that the life inside would be loved by both of his parents. "You'll make a beautiful bride and lovely mother," he whispered in her ear. "Go to him, and let me go, my lovely Ella."
Eric left her, his heart free of all the pain he had pulled from her. His body ready to return to where it was supposed to be, a watching spirit from above. As he turned to go he blew her a kiss, and whispered for her to wake up and let him go.
*****
Elizabeth felt the ring on the chain that was wrapped around her neck. She had placed it there, close to her heart, after she had woke up. The letter had found a home in the burner of her stove, and she had called Sarah. Her friend had come over and together they talked for hours, later Robert joined them, and they began the healing process for her heart and her mind. She now stood there facing a tall building surrounded by more buildings and lots of cars. Elizabeth hated the city, but she had made the decision to come here and offer herself completely to him. Her life in Arizona was over, she knew that now.
She had felt the release of her husband's hold on her the moment she woke up. The rings nestled in her jewel box, no longer held the luster or shine. Elizabeth toyed with the one on the chain, and fingered it possessively. Would he welcome her back in? Sarah had said he had called her a few times, and was trying to piece his life back together. Would she be in the way? Would they? She touched the soft mound of her stomach. The signs of her pregnancy barely visible to anyone, even less visible when she wore the skirt and blouse she had on now.
Her hand curled around the door of the complex and she soon found herself on the third level, and her eyes staring at the number. Elizabeth pressed a hand to her stomach, and said a quick prayer. She knocked on the door, and waited for her life to begin or end, she didn't know which.
The woman heard the knock on the door, and looked over at the sleeping figure on the couch, she hurried over and shook his shoulder. "Wake up, and get something on, someone's at the door." She pulled on her sweats, and ran her fingers through her hair. The knock sounded again, and she turned to watch the bare ass scurry into the bathroom. Timidly she opened the door, and looked through the slit the door chain allowed. "Can I help you?"
Elizabeth looked at the blue eye, and the tuff of blonde hair she saw through the opened door. "I'm sorry," she blushed, "I was looking for Jack Wilcox, guess I got the wrong place."
"Nope, he's here, just a sec." She shut the door, and pulled the chain from the door. "Come on in."
Elizabeth looked at the slim young woman, and she felt the pit of her stomach shift slightly, nausea hit her and she fought to control it. "You don't look well, have a seat."
She took the offered suggestion, and steadied her breathing. "I'll go get Jack," the petite woman said. Elizabeth watched her walk away and disappear down the hallway. She felt the tears well up in her eyes, and she wondered how she would get through the next few minutes. Her ears picked up the noises from the back of the apartment and soon Jack had walked into the room, his chest bare, and a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips. The blonde followed behind him, and looked at Elizabeth and her now shocked speechless friend Jack.
"I'm gonna grab Jeff, and we're gonna take off. Thanks for letting us crash here last night." She walked to the other side of the apartment and yelled through the door. "We need to go Jack has company."
The door opened and another man emerged. Elizabeth barely noticed him from the corner of her eye. Her own face trying to recover from the misconception she had been seeing as they played out in her mind. The couple left, and silence filled the room.
Jack was the first one to move; he walked toward her, and knelt down in front of her. He cupped her cheeks and pressed a kiss upon her lips. "God, I've wanted to do that since I left." His eyes looked into hers, and he returned his mouth to its home. The kiss became one full of awakening need. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him closer to her. She felt herself lying back on the couch, his body covering her. Jack pushed his fingers through her hair, and pulled it gently, turning her head to slide his tongue down her neck.
Elizabeth ran her nails down his back, and under the waist band of his sweat pants, her fingers digging into the muscles of his ass. "Oh, Jack, I've missed you. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, I love you," he told her before capturing her kiss and sliding his hand up her thigh. His fingers moved over the slip leg, and up to the band of her sensible cotton panties. He smiled against her lips. "I'm buying you thongs soon," he chuckled.
She laughed, "Okay, later though."
He grinned and slipped a finger between the cotton and her flesh. He skimmed down from the joining of her hip to the curls of her sex. Jack took a deep breath smelling her skin, and licking her neck. With gentleness he entered her slick sex with his finger. She moaned in pleasure, lifting her hips, and pushing them further against his invasion.
Jack couldn't stop the onslaught on her neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh, as he pumped a second finger into her hole. He drove them both deeper, sweeping them over the walls of her body, stroking the juices free. His cock lurched and jumped in his boxers and he pulled his hand from her sweet lips. He covered her lips with his, as his hand moved to free his cock from his boxers. "I can't wait, Lizzie," he muttered, as he lifted from her, and pushed her dress up. Her wet panties screamed out to him, and he pulled the roughly from her hips, and her ass. Jack tossed the panties to the side, and looked down on the aroused sex of his love. He felt his cock ache and he lowered himself to her.
Elizabeth spread her legs wider, giving him the access they both wanted him to have. He entered her quickly and began to move hard and fast inside her. She wrapped one leg around his waist, the other resting on the floor, while he drove his cock deep inside. Bringing her gasps of pleasure, as her fingers kneaded his flesh. She bit her lip as he sucked hard on her neck, the moans began growls, and she begged him to continue faster and harder.
Jack felt her walls surrounding him. His cock swollen from the very sight of her in his apartment was finally getting what it had hungered for the last three months. He thrust his rod deeper, and felt her clamp tight against him. The walls of his shaft scraped against her body, and pulled the juices from deep within her. He pumped in and out of her, as she contracted her walls around his sex. The engorged head of his cock pressed against the back of her slick pussy, and he felt shudders of desire coarse of him.
She lifted her head, and bit at his shoulder, licked his neck, and suckled his ear. Elizabeth felt as if she would never get enough of him. She wanted to own him, possess him, and keep him locked inside her forever. He kissed her hard, as with several driven impalement, he felt his cum wash over her walls, coating her slick surfaces. Seconds later Elizabeth cried out as she reached her own orgasm and came over his cock. She squeezed her muscles as tight as she could. Her toes curled and she gasped his name between catching her breath.
They continued moving together, pushing and pulling more nectar from each one of their hungry bodies. She kissed his lips, his neck, then lavished his shoulder with her mouth. Jack returned all her heated licks and sucks then moved on to capture the lobe of her ear, as he finished the release of his seed inside her. Elizabeth shivered a few more times, before feeling nothing but love and the steady thrum of her body. Her pulse felt as if it moved everywhere inside her pounding hard, trying to break free. The two lovers looked at each other; his fingers stroked her hair as hers touched his lips. "I've missed you," he whispered.
"I've missed you also."
He closed his eyes, and wrapped her within his arms, then sat up. Elizabeth adjusted herself on his lap, his cock now soft rested between them. Jack held her for a moment, just looking deep inside her eyes, trying to read them. "Will you marry me?" The question popped out before he had any moment to think, nor did he wish to have it retracted. It was what he wanted, what he needed. "I'll adjust to Eric, but I can't live like I have the last three months any more. I'll take what place I can in your heart, even if it is second place."
Elizabeth smoothed down his hair, and tucked a few stray strands behind his ears. "I love only you. Eric is my old life, you're my new. I will always love him, but ,Jack, you'll never play second to anyone...except perhaps our child," she whispered.
His eyes grew and he searched her face. Finding the answer in her eyes, he pulled her tight against him and kissed her soundly on the lips. Jack's hands trailed down to her stomach and he splayed his large hand over the cloth covered flesh. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She slid her body down his as he lowered her to the floor. Stepping back she lifted the blouse from her body, and unclasped her bra. Her skirt soon became a puddle of beige on the carpet. Sandals long gone rested in the living room, and Elizabeth stood naked before him.
Jack gazed over the breasts, starting to look more firm. His finger reached out and caressed them, then stroked over the nipples of each one. He moved his hands down to her stomach, and rubbed the slight swelling he saw there, in time that would change, and he hungered for that moment. He bent down and kissed her stomach, whispering words of devotion to the little one hiding inside. Rising up he kissed each one of her nipples, then stepped back and removed his own clothes.
Elizabeth returned to his arms, and with caresses of two soul mates brought together by one, they made love in slow easy strokes. Each one marking the other, and a silent eye watched from above.
*****
Stretching her arms above her head, Elizabeth looked toward her Fiancé; his steady breathing was a welcoming sound to her ears. The day had been spent with a tour of his small apartment and making love in most of the rooms, the couch having been only the beginning. She had enjoyed personal tours of the kitchen, a close examination of his dining room table, and a chance to christen his shower with sounds of desire and pleasure. The bedroom had been their last stop; even then, it wasn't until the middle of the night that she finally told him no more. Now she looked at the sleeping features of her ruggedly handsome man.
Slowly she eased the blankets from her body and looked at the clock. Picking up the phone from its cradle, she left the bedroom and called Sarah, Jack's sister, to let her know she had arrived. She told her of the engagement, and promised to get with her to help with the details. After sharing a few bits of gossip, she asked to talk to Robert. He congratulated her, and they discussed the final closing on her ranch. He'd be ready to sign his part of the papers, and have them delivered to her at Jack's apartment. Once more he asked if she was sure this was what she wanted. Elizabeth tried to set his mind at ease and then hung up. She used the restroom, started coffee, and then went to wake up her lover.
The cool air was the second thing Jack noticed when he woke up. The first had been the hot mouth sucking on his cock. He pulled the blankets back over their bodies and grinned down at Elizabeth's head. "Now, if I had that kind of an alarm clock in college, I wouldn't have been so late every morning." His fingers ran through her hair as she moved her mouth from his cock to grin up at him.
"You'd not made it to class," she laughed, and then licked the growing head of his shaft. The heat of her breath against his cock brought a shiver to his body. The room was cool; but with the blankets over her, and his legs, soon he was more then willing to kick them back off the bed.
"That was fast," she laughed. Her hand moved down to caress his balls and draw more juice to a boil deep inside them. She licked her way down the shaft and over to each side of his testicles before slipping them into her mouth. With slow ministrations, she worked his cock into a heated frenzy and continued to drive his body closer to the edge. Her hands stroked his hard cock, while her tongue plundered his balls. The crevices of his sac were no longer wrinkled, as they were pulled tight against his body, causing her to push her face deeper to him.
Jack closed his eyes, and felt each touch she lavished upon him. Her mouth covered every patch of his balls and brought them to a soaked fucking. He pushed her head deeper against him, forcing her to take everything. The heat from her nose hit his skin and the hand that was not stroking his cock was soon teasing the flesh between his balls and anus. "Oh, fuck, Liz!" he growled. He felt the fingers of her hand move along the head of his cock, while her other nails scraped that sensitive flesh she was now teasing.
His legs tightened in anticipation of whatever else she was planning. He groaned loudly when her mouth left his balls, and he opened his eyes to see what she had planned. Her finger slipped into her pussy, and soaked itself in her hot juices; he moaned when he felt that same hot finger slide over the opening of his ass. She pushed around it, kneading it, as her mouth nipped at the flesh under his balls. Slowly she slipped her finger into his ass, toying with him, teasing the muscle and prodding it gently. Jack squeezed around her finger and grabbed her hair. His eyes bore into hers and he growled for her to suck his cock.
Elizabeth's eyes blazed as she took the cock and guided it into her mouth.
"Shit!" Jack's voice brought mischief to the woman's eyes and she pushed her finger deeper. As her mouth slipped away from his cock, her hand replaced it and she began stroking him fast. He pushed up to her, and then watched as she put her mouth over the head off his cock again. She bobbed herself up and down on his firm rod until he could hear his breathing coming fast and heavy. Elizabeth took her head off his cock again and watched as she stroked his dick and fucked his ass. "You want to come, baby, don't you?"
"Fuck yes, Liz."
She moved her finger from his ass, and squeezed his balls; just as the first hint of the white fluid emerged, she pushed her mouth far down on his rod and slammed it to the back of her throat. Elizabeth felt the hot liquid splash against her throat, and pulled more of it from his cock, swallowing as it pooled in her mouth. She pulled his semen out and loved the warm feeling her empty belly got when it settled deep into her. The warmth spread through her and she milked him until she was sure she'd taken it all.
Jack watched her clean his come from the base of his cock, and then lick off what few traces were left. Grapping her underneath each armpit, he rolled her over onto her back. Elizabeth squealed in surprise, but soon was whimpering from hunger. Jack set to work on capturing her cunt with his tongue and teeth. He pulled the clit and bit gently, nuzzling her pussy with his nose, inhaling the warm air wafting from her skin and devouring her essence whenever he breathed. Moaning and wiggling underneath his mouth, Elizabeth felt the strokes of his tongue replace his teeth. She shivered as each push of hardened muscle scraped her clit, bringing more juice from her already sloppy pussy.
Elizabeth's eyes lost focus as he covered her mound with long strokes of his tongue, licking the curls as he went. She watched as he pushed the fluids over and around her, sucking and slurping her. His tongue licked the hot nectar that had slipped under the lips, and he pressed against the same sensitive place she had tormented on him. The soft skin between anus and cunt received copious amounts of stroking and biting before he stole nectar from her pussy with his finger. Jack teased the opening of her anus, then plunged his finger deep inside. The warm juices from her cunt eased his invasion, and Elizabeth gasped out in blissful awareness.
She felt her body ride a tidal wave of emotion. Jack worked his tongue between the folds of her sex, lapping the juices free, stroking the sides, and then diving deeper to gather more. The finger fucking her ass brought tremors to her spine and up to her neck; each press against the walls was felt inside by his tongue. He licked and bit at her, causing eruptions of liquid fire to spill down her walls and gather onto his tongue and eager face. "Fuck,baby," he whispered against her. He used his free hand to spread open the lips of her cunt, and his tongue plummeted into the dark recess of her sex. Taking the moist pre-cum and lapping it up, he drank her as if she were a melting vanilla shake.
"Baby, open up for me."
Elizabeth looked down but could barely focus on him, so close to the edge of falling that she could barely move. Her arm was heavy with passion and she forced her hand to her pussy. She opened her lips as his hand slipped from her anus, and dug into her thigh. His other hand was soon driving its fingers up into her cunt, pushing deeper and harder around the walls of her fiery hole with each returning thrust. As he fucked her faster with two fingers, his tongue joined in the fury; he worked them together, erupting the inner recesses of her body until she cried out her release.
"Jack!" she screamed as she felt her back arch high and her head fall back. "Fuck! Oh God. Jack!" she continued yelling as her hips bucked hard against his face, covering his features with cum. She quivered as she released the wave of liquid and gave her body over to the series of explosions that rocked her hard and fast. Spasms ran through her veins and her whole body locked up as the orgasm rolled through her. Tingles hit her legs, her fingers, her toes, and colors wove behind her lids. Flashes of pink, orange, and green covered her senses. Elizabeth whimpered in release, feeling as if she couldn't breathe or speak, lost in the moment of pure bliss.
Jack licked her pussy clean and caressed her thigh, noting the small bruise he had placed on her skin. He kissed the purpling splotch and then licked it. With long strokes of his tongue, he washed her pussy and then trailed bites across her stomach and up her chest. Nuzzling her nipples, he treated each to a series of licks and bites. Smiling against her breasts, he began to suckle her left, while he teased and worked the creamy flesh of the other. With his cock pressing against her thigh, he slowly traveled up to her neck. Jack licked and pulled at her skin and then nipped her jaw, before capturing her bottom lip.
He felt the tip of his hardened shaft press against her hot pussy, and he felt her hand slide down to grasp it. His eyes locked with hers as she guided him into her wet hole, still hot and needy for more of his touches. Elizabeth placed her hands on his hips and pushed against them. Jack covered her mouth with his and slid his cock home. He felt the fleshy walls consume him; with each tantalizing pulse of her body, he shivered inside. She squeezed him and held him tight as he pulled out of her and then slid back inside. Each movement he made worked in conjunction with hers, until the two lovers were grinding and pushing each other.
His tongue fought with hers, each trying to control the other. They swirled and danced, until teeth became part of the battle. She bit at his lip, then sucked hard, and then felt the same torture herself as Jack commanded her to give in to him. He lifted and dropped into her, quicker and harder each time. Fucking her with love, lust, and passion, he called out her name as she dug her nails into him. "Liz!" he growled as he emptied a second load of seed.
Elizabeth felt the hot liquid cover her, and she erupted with him. She shuddered in waves of lava, flowing slowly over his cock, soaking them both. Her pussy ground against him, pressing and tangling the slick curls of their bodies. Her fingers moved up his back and along his spine before sliding to rest in his hair. The kiss became a slow, heady one as they both fell into a lazy stirring of lingering climax. Their lips separated, and they stared into each other. His brow lifted and toyed with the chain on her neck.
"Is the chain special?" he asked, his fingers curled tight around it.
She raised her brow, thought a moment, shrugged her shoulders and answered, "No." As soon as the words left her lips, Jack had ripped the chain from her neck. Startled, she looked at him, questions filling her eyes.
He sat up, no longer inside her, but straddling her just the same. The ring that was on the chain fell into his palm and he lifted her left hand. "This goes here," he stated, his voice full of authority. He slipped the ring on her finger, tossed the chain to the bed, and then lowered himself to cover her lips once more. Jack kissed her tenderly, slipped off her body, and hugged her to him. Elizabeth looked at the ring, then kissed his chest, "I didn't put it on when you left. I saved it for you to do. Thank you."
"Thank you?" he asked. "I love you Liz, I'd do it all again if I had to."
"You won't have to. Eric is separate from me know, I don't know how it happened, but he is. He will always be here, but not like before." She kissed him, and then rose, smelling a strong scent of burnt coffee.
"Crap!" she scurried out of bed, yelling to him about the coffee, hearing his laughter fill the air.
Jack got out of bed and slipped into a hot shower. His hands roamed over his body, washing away the sweat of their love making last night and from this morning. He still couldn't believe his eyes had seen her there in his living room. The love had been stronger then it had been when he left, and it was all he could do to wait till his friends left the room before he assaulted her. When he finally kissed her and touched her, he knew she had been real.
Now with his ring on her finger, he'd be able to take that next step and marry her, start a life with her and their child on the ranch. He'd be with his sister and her family, and that was just another plus to his growing thread of happiness. Rinsing away the soap suds and the shampoo, he heard the familiar voice of breakfast being called. Jack pulled on a robe, and tied it around his towel-dried form, his hair still wet, and clinging to the collar of the terry cloth robe.
"On my way," he answered as he grabbed a few things to change into after breakfast. He walked into the kitchen and smiled as he watched her walk around his little kitchen, preparing their meal. She had grabbed one of his T-shirts and thrown it on while he'd been in the shower. "I bet you'll be glad when we get back to your place, and you have your big kitchen back," he chuckled softly.
Elizabeth stopped mixing the batter for pancakes. She had rummaged around, and was quite surprised to find the bachelor's pad fully stocked with enough items to make decent meals. Slowly she turned to look at him, her face a bit flushed. "I sold the ranch to Sarah and Robert."
Jack's jaw dropped, "YOU WHAT?"
She was surprised by his reaction. She set the bowl down on the counter and explained to him what she had done the last few months. "After I woke up and read your letter, I wallowed in pity until I knew I had to be with you. There was nothing there for me. You were here, and that is all I wanted." Elizabeth walked around the counter and moved to stand beside him. "Jack, that life is over for me, and my life is with you now."
He smiled at her and wrapped her in his arms, "I didn't mean for you to leave the ranch."
"I know. It is what I wanted."
Jack tucked her head into his chest, and held her close. "I would have wanted to stay there with you."
"Really," she pulled back from his embrace and looked deeply into his eyes. "You'd want to stay there with me?" She hadn't thought of that. Jack had been born and raised in the city. She assumed he'd want to stay there. His life was there, and she didn't want to uproot him from his life.
"I loved working on your farm...it was more enjoyable then anything I had done before. Think you can get it wrangled out of my sister's hands?" he winked at her.
"I don't know.... more like out of Robert's. It's nice land." She slipped from his arms and went back to making breakfast. Now, new thoughts were forming in her mind. She poured the mix on the hot griddle and grinned over the idea that she could keep her farm and her love.
Breakfast finished, she made her way to his little kitchenette and set the table. She heard his voice and looked up. The phone left his ear and returned to the receiver. "Gottcha a farm as a wedding present."
She grinned, squealed, and leaped into his arms; her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wound around his neck. Jack laughed and held her ass in his hands, keeping her tight against him. "He's just ripping up the papers and waiting for you to come back and take over the upkeep."
Sliding down his body, she kissed his lips. "I love you."
"I love you. I want to live there with you. I've wanted that since forever." Jack held her for a moment, until she pulled free of his embrace. He watched her standing in his apartment, and knew that this was how it should be. The two of them together—whether it was here in the city or back in the Arizona countryside. As long as they were together it was home.
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