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  "Did you miss me?” Jake pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  Is the Pope Catholic?

  Her surprised gasp sounded loud in the silence when his hands grasped her hips and lifted her easily onto his lap so that her legs were straddling his thighs. She could feel the heat of his erection rearing up between them. Her pussy throbbed.

  "What do you think?” If he thought she greeted every out-of-towner like this, he must be nuts!

  A growl rumbled up from his chest and he reached up to cup her face and pull her mouth closer to his, slanting his mouth over hers, softly at first, then quickly deepening. The taste of him was like heaven and she couldn't get enough, sucking his tongue inside her mouth, desperate to have as much of him as possible inside her.

  "Ready for more, darlin'?"

  His voice had taken on a raspy quality, like oxygen was having trouble getting through. That was a feeling she understood very well. She felt compelled to suck in huge gulps of air herself, but it was hard to do when she was holding her breath while his tongue laved her breast. She'd have to be comatose not to be able to feel how hard he was, and she suspected that even then it would still filter through and her body would react in the same way it was now.

  Not pausing in his task, his hand reached for hers and placed it against his hot cock, her fingers barely able to encircle its width.

  "Feel."

  She grasped the hot velvety skin of his shaft, licking her now-dry lips as she ran her fingers over the lubricated tip and the swollen head and started to stroke.

  "Oh, God. More, baby ... Get your hands ... Oh, yeah, that's it..."

  Maintaining the movement of her hands, she reached up, grazing her lips along his neck and jaw line, moving her way slowly to his generous mouth. As she licked his lips with her tongue, tasting him, they parted instinctively, allowing her entry to the inner warmth of his mouth. His hands came up to hold her face as he thrust into her mouth. She pushed away gently. It was too easy to get sidetracked when he started kissing her like that, and there was something else she had on her mind...

  His look was curious. “What do you want, baby?"

  Her hot breath tickled his ear sending shivers of pleasure through his body, his nipples hardening in response.

  "Jake, honey..."

  With agonising slowness, her lips trailed down to take one in her mouth, licking and sucking until he moaned with desire, her fingers lightly tweaking its mate.

  He groaned softly. “Yeah, baby?"

  "I want to try something I've never...” Shy, she looked at his penis. She had wanted to taste him since the moment she had seen him naked and hard, but she knew her lack of experience would show and it had held her back. But inhaling the smell of him, so male and sweaty, seeing the moisture gather on the tip, her tongue itched to taste. She wanted to take him into her mouth and feel him thrusting inside.

  "Never?"

  "No, never. But I want to with you. It's driving me insane not tasting you. Help me...? Show me...?"

  * * * *

  Jake thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He cupped her blushing face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “I'm glad I'm your first, baby. You have no idea how that makes me feel. Now, I guess the secret, darlin', is to just go slow and take your time. If something doesn't feel right, I'll let you know. Okay?"

  She nodded and Jake laid back and tried to relax, although the chances of that happening were right up there with flying to Mars anytime soon.

  He sucked in a breath as she travelled with unbearable slowness over his taut muscles and soft yielding flesh. Her tongue sent a trail of fire lower down in the direction of his loins and Jake gasped as she neared his by now throbbing erection. Now that she'd mentioned it, he needed to feel her hot, wet mouth on him so badly it was making his cock ache just thinking about it, but her lips moved away—either deliberately or accidentally, he wasn't sure—her long hair brushing over the tip as she passed, causing it to quiver. She smiled wickedly at him as he groaned in disappointment, obviously delighted with the reaction she was causing.

  Now, there are some women who just go straight to the heart of the problem, Jake thought, and swallow a guy straight up—no fancy stuff, just latch on and suck like mad. But there are others who make an art form out of it, driving a guy nuts with need. Cassie looked to be one of those. When she slid down his body and started sucking on his toes, he was wishing he'd never said a damn thing about taking her time. His cock was throbbing so hard he was in serious danger of losing consciousness through lack of blood to the brain. Silently, his eyes followed her, wondering where in the hell she'd go next.

  To his semi-relief, she continued her unhurried journey in what he definitely considered was the right direction, up his long legs, wetting and cooling him with her tongue and breath as she went. As she straddled his body, he could feel her delicious heat against his groin and he groaned, desperately fighting the urge to lift her up and thrust into her like crazy. He could feel the sweat breaking out on his brow.

  A glowing, naked temptress, she leaned forward, heavy breasts with puckered nipples begging to be touched just within reach. No one said he had to keep his hands to himself, and smiling wolfishly, he reached up to cup their fullness as she moved to kiss him once again. Softly at first, her tongue played with his, but as he teased and tugged on her sensitive nipples, her tongue began an erotic dance in his mouth leaving him in no doubt as to what she would soon be doing with his body. One or two brain cells gave up and sizzled to a quick death.

  With a husky laugh, she broke the kiss. “Don't distract me, Jake. I'm trying to do this right."

  "Oh, believe me, baby. You're definitely doin’ it right."

  In tense anticipation, he watched as she began a slow slide down his body until his erection was nestled between her beautiful breasts, the tip peeping out intermittently as she stroked it suggestively between them. He'd never seen anything so fucking erotic in his life. The moisture leaking from the tip of his penis eased the slide and he fisted handfuls of sheet so as not to grab her and hold her there.

  Further down she went until she was nestled between his legs. Licking and nipping his inner thighs, Jake could feel the heat of her breath on him, and he tensed in anticipation as slowly, teasingly, she reached out with her tongue to lick first one puckered sac and then the other, before taking one gently in her mouth and fondling it with her tongue. Jesus Christ! If she wasn't careful, he'd shoot his load before she got her mouth got anywhere near him. The teasing swish of her long hair over his legs and groin was like running silk over the skin.

  As she moved, her cheek accidentally grazed the tip of his erection. Yes! Right there! Please, God! He was straining towards her, silently willing her to touch him. The wait was killing him.

  Taunting him maddeningly, she made her way up, over the tight curls towards his straining cock. She briefly locked gazes with him. He had to be looking pretty damn desperate by this point. He hoped to hell he didn't scare her...

  Speechless, he watched as her tongue flicked out to lightly lick the bead of moisture at the tip. Damn! She tortured him further by placing her mouth over it, barely touching, nothing but the teasing warmth of her breath sighing over him. All his energy and concentration focussed there, at that one spot. Unable to stand the wait any longer, he tried to thrust into her mouth, but still she held back, teasing and taunting him with feather-light kisses. He groaned in disappointment.

  "Is something wrong, Jake?"

  Her expression was worried and he hastened to assure her everything was fine. If he could just get his voice to work ... “No, baby.” The words came out on a croak. “You're doin’ fine, believe me..."

  Reaching down, her fingers cupped him once again as she licked his length, moistening the skin. As she reached the tip once more, she slowly took him inside her hot mouth, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest as he finally felt the moist, welcoming heat of her mouth and lips surrounding him.

  "Holy fuck!” The expletive left
his lips as a groan, his body shaking with the unbelievable pleasure of it, his hips thrusting up at her.

  Holding still, she circled the sensitive tip with her tongue before starting a slow glissade up and down his length, making his shaft glisten with moisture. When he felt her fingertips quickly running up and down the underside as her tongue slid slowly up and down the front, the contrast of texture and tempo nearly drove him insane. Moving to take him fully in her mouth again, her tongue swirled around, flicking and caressing as her fingers curled around the base and simulated the feel of her tightness when he was inside her. As the tempo increased, Jake called out to her, panting heavily, knowing his moment was imminent.

  "C-cassie ... darlin’ ... sl-slow down..."

  He felt the cool air on his shaft when she lifted her head, and he opened his eyes to see her smiling at him. The little witch! She'd known how damn close he was ... Shit!

  Seconds passed before she moved down once again to lick playfully at his balls, the heat of her mouth in sharp contrast to the feel of her hand sliding up and down his slippery length. He ached for her mouth on him again, and his hips bucked up towards her with need. Next time he wouldn't be telling her to slow down, that was for sure.

  She must have sensed it somehow. Finished with the slow teasing movements, she took him in her mouth hungrily, all the way in, and the feel of it brought him near to shooting almost instantly. Varying the speed and intensity from slow and shallow to deep and fast, she brought him close again and again until he felt he would explode from the goddamn pleasure and the fucking pain!

  He wanted to come, to gain some blessed relief from the torture, to give himself over to the heavenly, shuddering release, but the indescribable feeling of hanging on the edge was too good.

  Her tongue was everywhere, rimming the head, running over the network of nerves, causing his cock to start pumping pre-cum out in anticipation as her fingers played up and down his length, circling and grasping, rubbing and stroking, playing a light staccato over the highly sensitive skin. He could feel the pressure building again and again until he was almost crazy with the need to come. He was almost ready to beg.

  He felt the tingle in the base of his spine, followed by the warning throb that started in his balls that told him he was nearly there. Don't stop, he thought. Please, God, don't stop ... and she started again, gradually speeding up little by little, drawing him further and further into her mouth as if she sensed the moment approaching. Her spare hand whisped up his body and she found his nipple, hard and puckered, and tweaked it. Her tongue kept moving in circular motions over his tip as he was buried deep in her mouth, and the combination sent him crashing over the edge.

  Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her hair, holding her steady as the feel of her tongue running up his cock caused him to finally come in a mind-shattering orgasm, hard and throbbing, pulsing great jets of cum down her throat. Crying out in ecstasy, he unclenched his hands, grateful for the release that finally came. The throbbing lasted for what seemed an eternity, before finally spent, his shaking muscles succumbed and relaxed, his arms flopping down on the bed beside his exhausted body.

  After licking him clean, she lifted her head and looked at him.

  "C'mon up here, baby."

  Moving over his body to lie alongside him, he put his arm around her, pulling her so close and firm so that she could feel his still pounding heart. He lifted her face to his, smelling his scent on her, tasting the remnants of his seed in her mouth as he kissed her deeply, unable to find the words for what he was feeling.

  "Was it okay?"

  He shut his eyes to stem the tears that were threatening to flow and nodded, waiting for his breathing to come under control. “If that were anymore okay, I'd be dead..."

  * * * *

  Sunday night came, Jake flew back, and Cass still hadn't told him. It would wait, she had decided, until he got back from Melbourne. That was only a couple of weeks away. Besides, it had waited this long and a couple of more weeks wouldn't make any difference in the scheme of things.

  But after the upsetting phone call she received from Sandy not long after Jake left, she wondered seriously if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. If nothing else, the call had just confirmed her suspicions about Sandy. She wanted Jake back. And from the sound of her insinuations and sneaky threats, she was determined to do whatever she could to make it happen. Cass couldn't help a shiver of disquiet from squashing the cosy warmth left over from Jake's visit. She just had no idea what to do about it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Gwen Reilly glanced at the phone for the second time in five minutes, torn as to what to do. All afternoon she had been trying to make up her mind. As her children had grown, she tried to stay out of the way, just being there for them if they needed her. And this should have been one of those times. But she was worried that she hadn't heard from Jake since he left for Melbourne, which in itself was unusual, and after what she had heard, she suspected she knew the reason why. Cass.

  She had watched Jake fall harder and harder for Cass since Lizzy's wedding, and while she had worried that it was a bit soon after his divorce, she didn't interfere because he was a grown man and well able to make his own decisions, about his love life, certainly. And Cass was someone she thought she knew ... well. But with the bombshell that she'd had to pry out of a reluctant Sandy while they lunched today, it was no wonder she hadn't heard from him. Knowing her son, he would be upset and determined not to let anyone know.

  Poor Sandy. She was so worried about Jake, but didn't feel right about contacting him—especially where his new girlfriend was concerned. It was such a shame about Jake and Sandy. It was wonderful that they had stayed friends, though. But then they'd practically grown up together and Sandy would always be a member of the family.

  She tapped thoughtfully on the phone. It wouldn't hurt. She'd just let him know she was here in case he was wanting to talk ... Nodding to herself, the decision made, she picked up the phone and dialled the number of the hotel where she knew he was staying.

  "Hello?"

  That deep rumble that sounded so much like his father greeted her.

  "Jake? It's your ma. How are you, son?"

  "I'm fine, Ma. You and Da?"

  He sounded tired, she thought.

  "Grand, Son. We're both grand."

  "I'm a bit bushed, Ma. Was there something you were wantin'?"

  "Just to see how you were. Yer Da and I were worried..."

  "I'm fine. Just fine."

  Curt. Her Jake never cut her off like that...

  "But you always say that, Jake. You're never wanting us to worry. But we're here for you, ya know. Just remember that."

  "I appreciate the sentiment, Ma, but, you know, is everything okay? Really?"

  He was asking her? “Well, I don't know? Is it?"

  "Look, Ma. I've had a few bureaucratic minefields to get through today. I'm tired and pissed off, so if you've got somethin’ to say, just say it."

  There was that curt voice again. And that was no tone to take with his ma.

  "You really can be thick as a brick when you want to be Jake Reilly, and damn frustrating, too. I'm just lettin’ you know if you want to be talkin’ about you and Cass, then I'm here for you."

  "What about Cass and me?” he asked cautiously.

  "Oh, for heaven's sake. You two breaking up, of course. You don't have to hide it from me, Jake. I'm your ma, for goodness sake."

  "Cass and I have broken up, have we? Since when, might I ask?"

  Let's move on from curt to testy, shall we? Was she wrong? Was Sandy wrong? Oh, dear. Had she done the wrong thing? “Well, I thought..."

  "Tell me, Ma, why would you be thinking that?"

  "Em ... look, never mind, Jake. I must've been mistaken. You know what I'm like ... always gettin’ things mixed up..."

  "I asked why."

  "Now I've gone and got you all worried, and that wasn't my intention, Son. Honestly."

>   "Ma! TELL me! Why would you be thinking Cass and I have broken up?"

  "Oh, dear. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. Apparently Cass has started seeing Richard."

  "She's what?! No way!"

  "Well, apparently ... I was thinkin’ that was why you hadn't called us..."

  "Who'd you hear it from, Ma? Who?"

  "It was someone in the family, Jake, otherwise I wouldn't have believed it either."

  "That's bloody rubbish. Richard's just working there."

  "Yes, I know, but ... It's just that they've been seen..."

  "Well, you're wrong. Who ever told you is wrong. Cassie and I are doin’ just fine. Look Ma, I've gotta go. I'll call you later."

  * * * *

  Confused and not a little bit angry, Jake paced the room. What the bleedin’ fuck was going on? Cassie and Richard? It couldn't be! But his ma wouldn't call unless she was damned sure ... And surely family wouldn't lie about something like that. Would they? Well, there was only one way to find out ... In two strides he was at the phone. Picking it up, he dialled the familiar number. Impatiently, he waited for Cass to pick it up and slammed it down angrily when the answering machine picked up instead.

  Dammit! Where the hell was she? She was always home when he called ... But what if that was because he always told her when he'd call her? A shudder of misgiving rippled through him, which he attempted to squash. It would be too easy to give in to those sorts of thoughts while he was down here and she was miles away...

  He just couldn't get his ma's words out of his head, though. But then the memory of Richard holding Cassie's hand came back to him. Surely they weren't ... Not back then ... But he'd seen her only last weekend and things had been fantastic. No! He didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be ... He loved her. She must know that, surely! So why would she...

  He tried calling again, and again ... Each time the machine picked up, he got more and more angry. He had to fight the urge to hire a car or grab a plane that night and get back up there to find out what the hell was going on. He didn't, though. He was already booked for tomorrow. Cass wasn't expecting him and he'd intended surprising her. Her dream fireplace would be done and he had wanted to see her face when she came home from work and saw it fully restored and ready to go. But it looked like Cassie would be getting more than one surprise from the sounds of it.