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  “Stop! You did this to yourself. The phone rings both ways and you’ve made no attempt to contact him. You told me that was part of the message you left for him. What is he to think?”

  “I don’t know,” Susan wiped a tear from her eye.

  “You know,” Martha demanded. “You told him you’d be in touch and you never called. He probably assumed you didn’t want anything to do with him. Why the hell didn’t you call him?”

  “Because I did something really stupid and I didn’t want to make it any worse.”

  “Like having sex and not calling him. What else could you have done?”

  “I knew I wasn’t using the pill and I didn’t make him use a condom. I know he’ll think I did this to trap him. You know how men think.” She watched for Martha’s reaction.

  “You - you who had to get married the first time - didn’t use any protection to prevent getting pregnant? Why would you do that? Then again, in today’s world, why, when you found out you were pregnant, didn’t you abort the baby?”

  “I guess - because I want Sam’s baby.” The tears ran down her face; the flood gates opened.

  “Okay, I’m sorry,” Martha pointed to the phone, “just call him will you please? Call Sam, give him an opportunity to say yes or no under the circumstances. Give the man a chance.”

  “I will, I promise.” Susan sniffled and reached for a Kleenex. “Hey, as your boss; don’t you have work to do?”

  “Yes ma’am. I’m out of here. Call him.”

  “I will Martha, I will.”

  *****

  Across town Sam sat at the soda fountain poking a chocolate phosphate with a straw and remembering the time he’d been here with Susan. Sara had made it for him, and hers was almost as good as his dads. She smiled and he smiled back, he saw a lot of Susan in her. He inhaled, feeling his loss. I don’t know what I did, but she never called. Maybe it was what I made her do with Julian and Herman. She never gave me a chance to talk about it. Maybe I should call her. He looked up, saw his father walk into the store, and noted he was upset. I wonder what’s wrong.

  “Son, what are you doing here in the middle of the day? I didn’t realize you were in town.” He gave his son a hug. “Have you been over to see Susan?”

  “No dad, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He watched Sara watching them. “Dad I don’t think we should be discussing this here.”

  “Why the hell not?” George snapped.

  “Dad, what’s wrong, why are you yelling at me?”

  “I want you to go there now. I want you to talk to Susan. You two need to talk – now - today!” He was insistent about Sam going to the office.

  What the hell? “Dad, I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?”

  “Sam, I’ve tried all my life to let you live your life the way you want. But the two of you; you’re making a mistake - one you’ll regret your entire life. Go to her Sam, go and talk to Susan.”

  Sara stepped to the counter looking directly at him, “Your dad’s right. Go talk to my mom. You two need to talk.”

  “What the hell is going on?” Sam demanded.

  “Son, go see Susan. Go talk to her.” His dad hugged him and turned him toward the door.

  A bums rush he hadn’t anticipated, but he’d go. As he walked to the office his thoughts were going a mile a minute. What’s wrong? Why was dad so insistent? As he entered the building he ran into Martha. “Hello, Martha, do you know if Susan is still in her office?”

  “Ah - sure, she’s still there. You’ll have to let yourself in as Monica has already left for the day. Do you need me to stay?”

  “No, that’s fine. I can handle this. Have a good evening.”

  “Thanks.” God, I hope this works out. I hope he doesn’t run with his tail between his legs when he realizes why she hasn’t called him. Maybe I should stay close just in case. No, she has to work this one out on her own.

  Sam reached Susan’s door and debated whether to knock or not. ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained,’ he knocked softly, took a deep breath and entered her office. Susan stood at the window with her back to him. She turned slowly and his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. She’s pregnant. Oh shit. That’s why she didn’t call me.

  “Sam, what are you doing here?”

  “Susan, why didn’t you tell me?”

  Her hands absently stroked her belly, “Yea, well I guess we have some things to talk over don’t we? Please come in and have a seat. Can I get you anything?”

  “How can you be so damn calm? Why the fuck didn’t you call me?” he demanded.

  “Because I didn’t want you to think I trapped you. I can’t do that again. I’ve got a plan on how we can work through this. I want this baby desperately. I’d like for us to be friends and to share in this experience.” Her voice quivered and she pleaded with her eyes.

  “Susan, I can’t be a part time father.”

  “I understand - I do,” she sighed. I need to get him out of here before I break down.

  “No, I don’t think you do. My father was here today wasn’t he?”

  “Yes, and basically he gave me two weeks to tell you or he was going to do it. My daughter is upset that I haven’t told you and so is Martha.” She looked at him and realized he was upset too. “I’m sorry Sam.”

  “I want you to marry me.”

  “No, I won’t do that to you.”

  “You’re not doing anything to me that I don’t want to happen.”

  “Please, Sam, I think you should go.”

  Sam sat down and ran his hand through his hair. I have to maintain control. “No! I’ve waited patiently for you to call me. I took your stupid note literally. I figured you needed time to work through our romantic adventure and time to get settled into your new job. I should have called you. I should have made you see me.”

  “I’m sorry Sam,” she whispered.

  “Damn it Susan, stop saying that. You will be my wife. I will not have my child born out of wedlock. You can’t do that to our child. You can’t.”

  “Oh Sam, I don’t want to force you to marry me. You’ve already been through that once; why would you want to do it again?”

  “I love you Susan. I want you to be my wife. I want this baby with you. I want to give Sara a home. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, Susan, marry me, please,” Sam pleaded.

  Susan looked at him and saw the love in his eyes. He does love me. He really does love me. “Sam - if you’re really sure, I’ll marry you. I love you too. I really truly do.”

  Sam stood pulling her into his embrace. He kissed her passionately, taking possession of the woman soon to be his wife.

  Epilogue

  May 2008

  Susan sat on the patio rocking her six month old son in her arms. He was beautiful, with his father’s eyes and curly hair. Sam’s mother said it would probably all fall out and come in straight, but Susan hoped not. Samuel George Thompson was the apple of his father and grandfather’s eye. Sara loved him to death. If it wasn’t for the fact Susan was breast feeding the little guy she’d probably never get to hold him. It was their special time. She closed her eyes and felt the tug of his little mouth on her nipple. He’s going to be just like his daddy, she smiled.

  Martha had taken over her job as Director of the firm and Susan was pleased with that. Though they talked every day, Susan wasn’t interested in going back to work any time soon. She wanted only to be a good wife and mother. Sam told her the choice was hers; all he wanted was her happiness.

  Grandpa George joined her on the porch with a glass of milk for mommy. “You two are beautiful. I’m so happy you and Sam worked this out. Most of all I’m glad to finally have a daughter that keeps him on his toes,” he smiled.

  “Thanks dad. Sara told me I have you and her to thank for Sam coming to my office that day. As mad as I was at first, I know she was right. I love Sam; I just want you to know that.”

  Sam joined them on the patio giving her a kiss on the cheek
and one for his son as well. “Dad, Sara said you were giving her a ride to work. You’d better get going or she’ll be late.”

  “Darn, I forgot. Goodbye little lady. See you big boy,” George said as he softly caressed little Samuel’s soft head.

  Sam turned to her with a question in his eyes. “Susan?”

  “Yes, love.”

  “We need to talk about our first date.”

  “Why would you want to bring that up now?”

  “I have a confession to make. You know we went to the Marriott and spent a marvelous afternoon in the cabana.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  “It wasn’t an accident.”

  “Excuse me.”

  “I paid Julian and Herman to come into the cabana and be with us.”

  “I know; I saw you pay them.”

  “No, I mean before. I talked to them before I brought you to the hotel. They told me if I waited until later in the afternoon that the other cabanas would be empty and they’d have time to spend with us.”

  “You wanted to share me with other men?”

  “Yes and no. I wanted you all to myself, I still do. But the whole experience was so erotic. Every time I think about it, even now, I get as hard as granite. I don’t mean we need to do it again, but if you want to, I’d be willing. I love having sex with you. You’re open to anything. I’ve never met a woman who was just as happy to have sex in the back seat of my car as in our bed.” He pointed to his groin, “I’m hard just thinking about getting into your pants.”

  She smiled, “If you give me a minute big boy, while I put your son down for his nap, I’ll see if I can take care of your problem.”

  Susan walked into their bedroom completely naked. “I’m ready to join you.”

  Sam pulled her into his arms. He felt the heat radiating from her body as the rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her female mound. Her nakedness put her in a position of power. He lowered his head to kiss her, his hands holding her face steady as his tongue explored her mouth. His lips were firm, his tongue wet and sinuous as it coiled around hers. Her lips parted beneath the hot, demanding pressure of his mouth. His hands moved from framing her face to caressing her shoulders. They skimmed down her naked back and latched onto her bottom, gripping it tightly. He pressed her body against his and she felt the hard bulge pulsing in his pants. He continued to kiss her until they were both breathless, then drew back and stripped off his clothes.

  He focused on her breasts. He sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth, and the tugging sensation sent a lightning bolt of excitement straight to her moist sex. She moaned her approval and ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head tight to her breast. He moved his tongue over and around one, and then the other before returning to the nipple. She arched her back and thrust her chest toward him, moving her hands to his muscled shoulders and clutching them tightly.

  Sam’s hand snaked down between her legs to rub her clit. He spread the juices from her aroused sex up to the tiny nub and circled his finger on it, hard and steady just the way she liked it. Groaning and writhing, she reveled in the pleasure of his touch until her legs were trembling and her climax was rapidly building beneath the pressure of his fingertip.

  Susan pulled away, focusing her attention on his rock-hard member, which was out in front of him. “Your turn,” Susan said, dropping to her knees on the floor in front of him. He was so tall that his cock bobbed somewhere around her forehead. She had to crane her neck to reach it and take it into her mouth. It tasted good, slightly salty and musky and she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft to suck down as much of it as she could. She heard him gasp as his manhood bumped against the back of her throat. Susan pulled her lips off him for just a minute; she sucked her finger into her mouth then ran it from his scrotum back along the delicate line to his ass. She slowly slipped her finger between his ass cheeks and teased his back hole with her wet finger.

  “God, that feels so good,” he groaned. “Wait stop,” he suddenly gasped, “or I’ll come.”

  Susan pulled back and waited.

  “Could we…? I’d like to take you from behind,” he suggested.

  Her lips curled into a sexy, come-hither smile, “Okay!” She slinked to the bed and knelt doggy-style, waiting for him to join her.

  Sam knelt behind her and gripped her hips, pulling her toward him until his hard, tumescent shaft nestled in the groove between her buttocks. His hands circled her waist, holding her steady as he hammered into her wet sheath. Her breasts, full of mother’s milk, swayed heavily and gently, rocking in time with his thrusts. His spear of desire filled her channel and receded again and again. He bucked into her so hard it almost drove her across the bed, so she dug in a little deeper to keep from moving forward, clutching the blanket and sheets. She pushed back against him with every thrust, accepting him so deeply inside her that she felt the head of his penis caressing her womanly treasure. She grunted as he drove into her with solid, piercing thrusts. She never before felt so thoroughly possessed. His movements became faster and wilder; his fingers digging into her soft flesh; his speed increasing as he climaxed with a loud cry.

  “Sam, be quiet, you’re going to wake the baby,” she moaned.

  He rolled onto his back staring up at the ceiling. “Wow!” was all he could manage. He turned his head toward her. “You weren’t satisfied.” He grinned and crawled between her splayed legs to lie at her pussy. He seemed to relish the taste of their combined juices, his tongue delving deep inside her before working his way toward the folds of her sex and her swollen nub. It was rigid and aching to be pleasured and she jerked when his rough tongue skidded over it. He clutched her hips to still her, not allowing her to arch up the way she wanted. Then he began to play games, kissing around her soft shaved mound, nibbling the insides of her trembling thighs and licking everywhere but the sensitive nub of her clit.

  Susan squirmed and twisted against his restraining hands, desperate to have him get her off. She was close already, her pulse quickening and her nerve endings firing off in every direction. She knew she could come with only a few more licks. But he denied her, tormenting her by keeping just out of range, until she was ready to scream with delayed desire. She didn’t scream, but she did beg. “Oh please,” she whimpered. “Do it now!”

  He chuckled and finally gave her what she craved. Three hard licks and a sharp nip on her aroused sex sent her spiraling up out of her body. Sam let go of her hips and her back arched high as she smashed her sex against his mouth.

  Susan’s eyes rolled back in her head and she had a brief glimpse of stars before she closed her eyes. She yowled like a wildcat landing back on the bed with a thump. She sucked in a lung full of air letting it out slowly as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Honey, I think you’re trying to wear out my parts,” Sam laughed softly as he waited for his heartbeat to return to normal.

  She rolled onto her side, taking his penis into her hand, running her hand softly up and down his shaft. “I truly believe you can play it again Sam, I know you can.” She took his manhood into her mouth drawing his blood to the throbbing tip with each stroke. “Yes, play it again Sam, I’m ready and so are you,” she mumbled with her mouth full of his most treasured possession next to their son. She smiled, softly satisfied with her life - and the men in it.

  END

  About the Author

  J.A. Rawls writes erotic romance, usually from the view of the Cougar in pursuit. She enjoys including bits of real-life travels that add to the reality and can be identified if you frequent certain cities. Reading, ballroom dancing, travelling and quilting are some of her favorite pursuits when she’s not writing. J.A. is currently working on several other erotic romances to include her sexy ‘Cougar’ series, stories of older women and their younger men.

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