Free Personal Adventures by Sidney Bristol Page A

sobered her. The delicate muscles in his face clenched and yet his gaze stayed focused on hers.
    “Carey, harder.” She wrapped her leg tighter around him and moved her hips in time with his. “Hard.”
    He tilted her hips, hitting a new angle that stroked her g-spot and she gasped. She dug her hands into his shoulder and back as she struggled to meet his thrusts.
    Abruptly, Carey pushed up to his knees. She cried out, missing the warmth of his body and his cock. He grasped her knees and brought her legs up, and put them over his shoulders. She scrambled to grab the cushion as he thrust deep.
    “Oh, Carey.”
    “Yeah.”
    There was an evil gleam in his eye as he grinned down at her. The way he had her left her vulnerable and open to him, but when he reared back and pistoned in and out, all she cared about was him. She reached for his hips and gave up any pretense of control, merely wanting to hang on.
    Carey’s hands dropped to her breasts and he pinched her nipples. The unexpected pain set off a chain reaction, she clenched her hands and tossed her head back and screamed. Her orgasm coursed through her, firing off all her synapses and blacking out her vision. Her spine arched off the cushions and the moaned, everything heightened by watching the echo of her pleasure on his face, in his eyes.
    Above her, Carey tilted her hips and jerked in and out of her, his movements frenzied. He groaned, his hold on her tightened, and she felt the spurt of his cum and the twitch of his cock as he spent himself.
    He let her jellied legs slide to the cushion. It took all her effort to scoot to the side, and make room for him to lie next to her while they caught their breath.
    Sweat, worked up during their exercise, began to dry. The slight breeze had them clinging to each other for warmth. She ducked her face and rested her cheek on his shoulder.
    She loved him. It was dangerous, but she wouldn’t change how she felt. How he made her feel.
    He tossed the towel over them, nowhere big enough to do the job, but it was a nice gesture. She smiled and pressed closer to his chest.
    “Hey.” He laced their fingers together. “Want to know a secret? I haven’t told anyone yet, but you’re really—you’re really important to me, and I want your help.”
    His words echoed her sentiments. Squeezing his fingers, she looked at him. “What is it?”
    His eyes lit up. “I bought Adventures two weeks ago. Allen’s going to stay on through the winter season and retire in the spring.”
    Carey’s words were drowned out in a rush of blood. Her vision blurred and her heart stopped in her chest.
    “Elise?”
    She sat and stared at him as if she’d never met him before. This person, she didn’t know him. “You did what?” Her shrill voice echoed off the rocks, breaking the peaceful morning.
    He sat up, his brows raised. “I said I bought Adventures. Elise—”
    “You bought Adventures? My Adventures?” She scrambled to her feet, hands balled into fists.
    She’d gone to work at Adventures in high school. There she’d had not just a place to belong, but an escape. And he was taking it away from her, just like her parents had taken everything else in her life. He was no better than they were.
    “Yes.” He stood and reached for her, his voice soothing, but she wouldn’t be soothed. “Calm down. It’s not closing, I just—”
    Planting her hands on his chest, she shoved him back a few steps. “No! I don’t want to hear it!”
    Elise turned and ran up the stairs. Her dress still hung on the peg by the tub. She grabbed it and pulled it on before fleeing the house. She heard him calling out her name, but she had a head start.
    Carey had stolen her dream. The thing that she’d worked for, the haggling with Allen promising to give her time, it was useless. In a flight of fancy, because he felt like buying something shiny and new, he’d stolen everything from her.
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    Carey threw his keys on the kitchen counter, pulled the