Push Me Harder
She got out of the car and walked up the dusty drive to the bottom step of his front porch. He’d known she would come, eventually. She’d taken her own sweet time about it, however, and he couldn’t say he was happy about having been kept waiting. He was tired of living with this need inside when there was an answer, a cure. Albeit a stubborn one.
She had the prettiest, softest voice and she was a better woman than a man like him deserved. Didn’t mean he was willing to give up the chance to have her though. He was country, she was city and he was the last man on earth she should be with. He was her brother-in-law, she was his dead brother’s wife. They couldn’t do this, shouldn’t do this. They couldn’t be, shouldn’t be together and there were a million reasons why, but he’d be damned if he’d turn her away. Neither of them could deny the feelings. Not when his whole family had known for years, not when his brother lay in the dirt in his arms, telling him it was okay that he love her. He needed more than the absolution of his twin, more than any church could ever give him, but he’d take her, take her body and live with her contempt after.
“You said if I ever came back through this way, I should stop by.”
She must have been visiting his parents or sister. There was no other reason for her to be in this neck of the woods. “Yes, I did.” He’d said it out of courtesy, fully expecting she wouldn’t, always hoping, knowing deep down she would.
She took one step up then another until she was standing just to the side of him, looking down as he swung back and forth slowly in the double porch swing. Her petite, full-figured body was covered in a pretty yellow and white knee-length sundress. Her feet were clad in a pair of yellow strappy sandals and her toes were painted a bright shade of purple.
Jethro liked looking at her. Always had. She had the deepest green eyes he’d ever seen and the truest strawberry blonde hair that hung down her back in one long sheet unless she had it pulled up in a ponytail like she did today. She had an all-knowing look about her, even though she was soft-spoken and hesitant in her approach toward him.
“Did I come at a bad time?”
“Nope.” He raised his gaze to her chest, to the little nipples poking through the thin cotton of her dress. “You wearing a bra under that thing?”
“Sort of. The dress has the wires and cups sewn in because it’s backless.”
She was every fantasy he’d had for the last ten years. “Uh-huh. Panties?”
She blushed so pretty. “Yes.”
“Take ‘em off.”
“You heard me. Take ‘em off.”
“What are you doing out here, Caitlyn? I told you what would happen if you came back. I told you I’d fuck you and that if you showed up, I would take it to mean that’s what you want too. I told you to come by if you wanted it, otherwise to stay the hell away. You’re here, so take off the panties. I won’t say it again.”
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When two people must push through the last vestiges of heartache and guilt to embrace life and love, it takes a leap of faith, a lot of tears, and some unbridled sexiness on a porch swing…
Caitlyn never expected to be a widow at the age of thirty.
Jethro never expected to lose his brother in the desert of Afghanistan so far from home.
Neither expected the feelings and desires from long ago to bubble up through the cracks in their hearts.
But for two souls who were never meant to be more than friends, life has pushed them toward finding happiness together.
*This book was previously published by Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc and titled The Swing. It has been revised, expaned, re-covered, and re-titled.
Genre: Contemporary /Erotic Romance
Length: 75 pages
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