Free Feisty by MacKenzie McKade

button and zipper of his jeans. His hands shook as he drove his pants down around his ankles. Without hesitation, he aligned the head of his cock to her opening and thrust. The fire and ice sensation was like lighting a roman candle. His orgasm ignited from the base of his groin, burning quickly, accelerating and shooting like a bullet from a gun. Stars burst behind his eyelids. The explosion was earthshattering as it tore through him, leaving him breathless, quivering, and he wasn’t the only one moved by the experience.
    Sahara’s legs gave. Before Devon could react, they were both on the cold and damp wooden floor. She reached for him, holding on to him as if he was the only thing keeping her from drowning. How long they lay quietly in each other’s arms, he didn’t know. What he did know was letting this woman go would be the hardest thing he had ever done.

Chapter Five
    Laughter surrounded Sahara as Victoria Michaelson placed a pacifier in her mouth and spit, projecting the thing a foot in front of her. According to their host, Josie Collins, this particular game was called Spit the Binky. The goal of the game was to propel the pacifier with gusto as far away as possible. Not very civilized, but the group of women standing in line with Vic were doing their best to outdo her, because the winner received a Sommerso figurine made by Sky. The colorful S-shaped artwork had to be worth a couple hundred dollars, but still not enough for Sahara to embarrass herself. At least it was easier and more dignified than the Diaper Designer game. The roll of toilet paper her team received ended up wrapped around Sahara’s hips and through her legs so many times it looked more like she wore a snowball than a diaper. The picture Katy snapped was definitely one she didn’t want hitting the Internet.
    Guess you could say baby showers weren’t Sahara’s thing. They brought out the maternal instinct, a secret yearning she didn’t trust. Working with her mother’s charity for abusive children, she had seen too many kids raised by single parents. Then there were her friends and acquaintances, divorced or worse, who stayed together living in misery. If children were a product of these marriages, they were the ones who suffered. No. Sahara was fine with the direction her life was heading. Her thoughts were shattered when Carmen Smith released a squeal when her binky soared past the rest.
    The redhead who worked as a cocktail waitress at Hauk’s pub did a little jig. Her long vintage skirt flowed around her ankles as she shamelessly teased her sister, Aimee. “I won. Ha. Ha. I won.” Aimee gave her a playful nudge.
    Sibling rivalry. Guess no matter your age you’re never too old to spar with your sibling.
    Sahara thought of Leo and scanned the room for Sky. Instead of locating her soon-to-be sister-in-law, her gaze landed on a woman sitting off by herself. She was usually good with names, but she couldn’t remember the brunette’s. What Sahara did remember was she had been introduced as the new owner of Ol’ Lady Landry’s house. Sahara gave the woman in a floral dress a once-over and wondered if Devon had been a good boy when he had met with her a week ago? Did he find her attractive or was Carmen more his taste? After all, he appeared to be interested in Sahara and although her own hair was strawberry blonde, Carmen’s was a beautiful auburn.
    Sudden warmth spreading across Sahara’s cheeks made her pause. It wasn’t possible. She hadn’t felt a good case of jealousy since she was a teenager, but judging by the rapid beat of her heart and the heat burning her cheeks, it was undeniably resentment. She attempted to mentally brush it away, but it only grew uglier when Lauren walked past her. Or maybe Devon’s taste for women was blondes. From what Harold had told Sahara a couple of days ago, Devon had dated the shapely blonde on occasion. Of course, according to Vic, who had the pulse of this little coastal town beneath her