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“I don’t think I’ve ever been so damned excited to go back to that nasty shed.” She didn’t care what the rest of them did. The only thing that mattered was Reid and feeling his cock in her aching pussy. “I’ll race you. Winner chooses the position.” She grinned as his eyes darkened with surprise. “And go!” She ran down the sloped fairway and onto the path that led back through the course until she got to the shed.

Reid beat her to the door. “I like your new style. That confidence is sexy.”

“Yeah, well, I like the new you.”

He pulled it open and ushered her inside with a hand hot on the small of her back. “Listen Nisha, this isn’t the best place to—”

“Fuck? Get it on?”
My poor parents. I’m so not the image of the perfect little girl they probably have in mind.

The last couple had left the light on. The small space stunk of beer and sex. There was a pair of black lace panties on the cement floor near the door and a used condom not far away. “It’s not my first pick, but I’m not leaving this golf course until we have sex.” She threw a glance around the space and tried not to think about everything else that had gone on in there during the evening. “Think of it as a new beginning.”

“Does that mean you’d be willing to start over—with me?” He winced as if anticipating the worst.

“Absolutely.”

His smile reflected satisfaction. “Here.” Reid darted to the roll of felt. “This should work if you’re positive you want to do this here.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m not letting you back out now.” Old insecurities rushed up to steal her fledgling joy. “What if I never see you again after this?”

He pulled the roll away from the wall. “That’s not gonna happen. I want you
,
and the second chance. Nothing will screw it up.”

“Good.” Nisha perched on the roll and bounced, testing it. It didn’t give all that much. “How—?” When Reid grabbed her, spun her around and yanked up her denim skirt, cool air rushed over her exposed backside. “Reid?” Then he pushed her over the roll, and she squeaked. “What are you doing?” Her butt arched in the air. She braced her palms against the dirty cement.

“Giving you what you want.”

Hot shivers climbed her spine. She’d never had sex this way before. As Reid spread her legs, cold doubt churned her stomach. What if he wanted her in this submissive posture as a hidden message of things to come? Would he go back to his old life once he had her again? “Wait.” She squirmed and attempted to find traction on the cement, but his hands on her hips flooded her with need.

“Don’t over
think it.” Foil ripped and crinkled. He grunted. Nisha glanced over her shoulder in time to catch him rolling a condom down his rigid dick. “This is the easiest way to satisfy us both quickly. It doesn’t mean anything else and it doesn’t have a hidden agenda. I just can’t wait.”

Dammit
. He knew her so well. “Okay.” Seconds later he rubbed his fingers along her folds. Her bones turned to jelly as he fondled her clit and the thickness of his cock bumped her entrance. The worries fled in the face of overwhelming desire.

Nisha wriggled her hips. “Just g
ive it to me. We don’t have ti
—”As he slammed into her, a moan ripped from her throat. She swore she felt every ridge of his cock as he went deep before pulling out again. “Oh my God.” All her fantasies couldn’t equal the real thing.

“I’ve missed you, missed
this
.” Reid dug his fingers into her hips, holding her steady, and shoved into her. He set a fast rhythm and soon the slap of his balls against her cunt and sounds from the wet press of their joining filled the small space.

She braced her hands on the floor and pushed back against him as best she could in the haphazard position. Her nipples scraped against the felt with each movement. Tingles raced through her breasts and zipped into her core to leave her drenched and aching. Need spiraled tight inside, ebbing downward in ever-pulsing circles. Every thrust from Reid increased the sensations
.
E
very rush of friction sent spasms through her pussy.

Oblivion engulfed her before she was ready
,
and the orgasm slammed into her. Nisha screamed Reid’s name before she dissolved into a shaking mess. The force of the release tore through her body from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes and everywhere in between, leaving her hot, gasping for breath and limp as wilted lettuce.

Seconds later Reid stiffened. His cock jerked and spasmed. He ground against her before pulling out and stepping away. “Nisha?”

“Yeah?” She blew a wispy piece of hair from her face as she stood. The denim skirt flopped back into place. She smoothed it down over her hips. That quick fuck wasn’t good enough. She wanted more
of a connection
and soon.

“Is this it? Tonight, I mean? Will we go our separate ways after this?
I know you said you wanted the second chance…
” He removed the condom then flipped it onto the floor near the other one. “We both said some things, but…”

Nisha stared at him as he re-situated his boxers over his semi-erect cock. Every action, every word he’d shared tonight had proclaimed him a different person than the guy she’d known three years ago. Would it last? Did she want to take a chance on him again? She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. “Don’t over think it, okay?”

A small grin touched his mouth. “Don’t keep me in suspense. I’ve waited three years for my crap to even out. I can’t wait another three to win you back, but I will if that’s what it’ll take.”

Her heart skipped. She couldn’t wait to set his fears to rest. “Tell you what, after dinner tonight, why don’t you come back to my apartment for drinks or dessert and we’ll talk.” She still had a few questions that she planned to ask
when they were
both naked and in her bed.

Hope flashed in his eyes. “That works.”

“I think so.”
My parents will be so mad.
The thought made her giggle. She didn’t care. All that mattered was having Reid—the new and improved Reid—in her life.

“If you want, I’d like to take a trip together, just you and me, away from everything.” Emotions wove thick in his voice.

“Travel together?” Yeah, that would be a true test of a relationship. You never really knew a person until you
went on vacation
with them.

“Why not? You have the time, and I want to spoil you like I should have done years ago.”

“Maybe. First we talk.” She sighed when he wrapped his arms around her. As much as she’d missed him, discovering the changed Reid would be exciting. “Oh, and by the way, I know you deliberately messed up a few of those shots.”

“
Yeah, I did.” A genuine laugh
escaped him. He released her
in order to push open the
door. “What was I supposed to do, rely on fate and hope you still wanted me? I had to tip something into my favor. I’d say it worked.”

“You’re too smart for your own good.” Nisha smiled. “And, in case you’re wondering, I’ve always wanted you.” She left the shed. “Let’s see how fast we can ditch our friends. After all, we’ll see them back here next year.”
             

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A
bout Sandra Sookoo

Sandra is a writer of romantic fiction. Her portfolio includes historical, contemporary, sci-fi and paranormal romances in full-length books as well as shorts and novellas. No matter if the heat level is spicy or sweet, she loves to blend genres and often times will add humor.

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Fantasy Play

by Marie Tuhart

Grace Elliott sat at her desk staring off into space. Three weeks into the school year and she had yet to do more than say hi to Max Hunter. He’d been busy with the football team and running the
P
hysical
E
ducation department. She’d watched football practice almost every day to see him. Just like she used to do in high school.

She was still amazed Max had come back to Jennings after his pro football career went up in smoke due to a tackle that had torn all the tendons in his knee. He could have had a coaching job anywhere, but he’d chosen instead to come back to his hometown.

Part of her was excited, but another part was scared. How long would he stay? He wasn't married, but could he be involved with someone? If not, would he be interested in her again? She'd hoped he'd seek her out, but so far he hadn't. Not that they hadn't seen each other. They’d passed in the hallways of the high school, giving each other smiles and nods but no private time.

Well, sitting here wouldn’t get her any closer to him. Maybe it was time she made the first move instead of waiting for him. She turned her chair to find the object of her thoughts standing in the doorway of her classroom.

“Hi, Max.” Was that her breathless voice?

Without a word, he closed the door, strode over to her and then pulled her into his arms. His hot lips closed over hers.

She stiffened for a second then entwined her arms around his neck and melted against his body. With his tongue, he traced the seam of her lips, and she opened them.

She sighed. Her taste buds recognized him and sang in joy. Mint, coffee and pure masculinity.

How long had she been waiting for him? Nine years. It had been way too long.

He lifted his head and she let out a sigh. Well, he wasn’t married or involved or he wouldn't be kissing her. Max never cheated.

“Hi, my Gracie.”

Unable to help herself she let out a giggle. Only Max called her Gracie, and only when they were alone. “That’s one heck of a hello kiss.”

“There’s more where that one came from.”

“Oh really? And what makes you think I’m interested?” She had to tease him only to see how he would react. She was a different woman now.

“Because I know you. If you weren’t, you would have slapped my face, kneed my balls and fed me my tongue by now.”

She laughed. Maybe she wasn't so different after all. “
I
t took you long enough to seek me out.”

“I had to get things under control first.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Why don’t we blow this place, go have dinner and discuss where we’re going to take this reunion.”

“Sounds good to me.” Slipping from his hold, she reached down and took her purse out of the desk drawer. “Let’s go.”

Twenty minutes later, they were seated in a booth at the only steak house in Jennings. At least there they’d have some privacy. After the waitress took their order, Max slid closer and her blood heated. He’d always had that effect on her from the first day they’d met when she was fifteen and he was sixteen.

“So tell me about your life since we parted ways.” He picked up her hand then
traced
her skin with his thumb, causing her to shiver with awareness.

Heck, she could think of a lot of things, but she wanted to see if he was still the domineering Master. “I’m sure we could find something more interesting to discuss than what I’ve been up to the last nine years.”

“We could,” he whispered in her ear, before nipping at the lobe. “But I want to know. You will tell me and tell me now, my little subbie.”

A thrill of excitement shot up her spine. She hadn’t been called subbie in nine long years. “Where do you want me to start, Master Max?” The title flowed without thought.

“Tell me about college after I left.”

Max watched Grace's face. He couldn't believe she was still available. Were the men in Jennings blind?
Probably
. Not that he minded. It meant he could make up to her all the years they lost.

Grace told him about how she concentrated on her studies after he left for Louisiana State University on a football scholarship in her sophomore year of college. He’d hated leaving her, but football had been too big of a lure. She’d gotten a bachelor degree in English then gone for a masters in teaching. She’d come home to Jennings to teach high school, where she’d been ever since.

She hadn’t told him anything about her sex life. “And what about the men in your life?”