Guardian by Kaitlyn O'Connor (digital book reader .TXT) 📕

he triedforcing her down over the cock awhile and plowing for a while.Finally, when he was wet with sweat and so winded he thought hemight pass out, he reached the bottom of the cavern ofdelight.

He did not realize it just at first.He kept heaving until it finally filtered into his frying brainthat he could get no deeper.

Levering himself up, he sucked in afew cooling, life giving gulps of air, anchored his darling withhis arms and began to pump into her. Waves of the most amazingpleasure washed over him with every thrust and retreat, feeding ahunger that seemed insatiable, impatient. He moved faster andfaster, trying to appease it, felt a familiar coiling in his bellyand raced to grab it.

Fortunately, since he was mindless bythat time, he felt her tense and then gasp and suddenly he felt herbody milking his. It wrested the little control he had left awayfrom him. His body exploded in response, pumping his seed intoher.

Darkness began to gather in his mindwhen the convulsions finally abated.

He fought it briefly, but it was justtoo damned enticing to ignore.

He gathered enough strength to rolloff of her, shivered as chilly air washed over him the minute theyseparated and then just passed out.

Marilyn lay drifting for a while afterher climax, floating, thinking dreamily that sex with Jarrod hadsurpassed her wildest dreams by light-years. Slowly the heat fromtheir vigorous love play disappeared, though, until she feltchilled and began a drowsy search for warmth.

Jarrod stirred, rolled onto his sideand grabbed her, tucking her close to his belly and settling aheavy arm across her.

He felt like a heater.

She was warm enough in a few minutesto drift off again, feeling amazingly content and safe.

It was the chill of night air thatbrought Marilyn upward to skim the surface of full consciousness.Thinking rather vaguely that she’d lost her cover, she felt aroundfor it.

It was under her for some strangereason.

She tugged on it a few times and gaveup when she felt herself beginning to lose her grip on sleep. For afew minutes she struggled to reclaim the deep sleep she’d had, butshe was chilled and too aware of the discomfort now.

And it still took an effort to rouseenough to sit up and try to figure out how to get under the coverthat was under her.

That was when she realized she wasn’tin her bed.

That was when remembrance flooded intoher sluggish mind and she looked around the strangebedroom.

The headache she always got from winekicked in big time.

Massaging her pounding head, shelooked around for Jarrod, trying to think where the bathroom mightbe.

The apartment seemed to be laid outlike her own, though, and she stumbled out of the bed and headed inthe direction she thought the bathroom must lie.

She found a closet. After staring atthe black hole for several moments, as if the bathroom hadvanished, she closed the door again and turned around.

It was a mirror of hers, shediscovered, finding her way to the bathroom at last.

Which was when she discovered Jarrodhad made a deposit.

“Damn it!” Nocondom?

If that wasn’tjust like a man! Theynever wanted to wear a condom, but just get pregnant and they werepissed off because you had ‘tricked’ them and they weren’t ready topay child support!

That discovery was enough to bringMarilyn wide awake.

She wasstill wearing everythingshe’d worn to Jarrod’s to dinner and semen was flooding herpanties.

Chapter Seven

Marilyn jerked all of her clothes offand jumped in the shower before it had even had time to warm up toa comfortable temperature.

Deep down she knew it was wastedeffort.

She’d been asleep and the damn spermwas probably swimming around her womb at that very moment, lookingfor egg.

And she couldn’t for the life of herremember when she’d last had her period.

Damn it!

Her gynecologist had warned her thatit was like playing Russian roulette to go without birth control,but she had scoffed at the woman instead of telling her it had beena year since she’d gotten laid. She had no prospects. And shethought she could control herself long enough to use a condom—whichwas almost as effective as the pill and a lot lessdangerous.

Except when you got so het up youforgot the damned condom!

When she’d gotten out and dried off,she wadded her panties up and shoved them into the pocket of herpants instead of putting them on again. The crotch of the pants wasdamp, but she thought it unlikely the sperm had made it througheven if the seminal fluid had.

She discovered when she left thebathroom that Jarrod was not only not in the bed, he wasn’t in theapartment.

“Seriously? You’ve got tobe kidding me!”

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t experiencedthe ‘wham bam, thank you ma’am’ before that craven men wereinclined to treat women to when they thought things might get toouncomfortable. But this was the first time one had abandoned theirown apartment to get away before she woke up and launched a tiradeabout being wined, dined, and then had her brains fuckedout.

Not that she would have, damn it, butclearly he thought she might!

She was hurt and angry.

Just about the time she stalked to thedoor with the resolve never to speak to the bastard again itoccurred to her that he’d left her in sole possession of hisapartment.

Now was the time to snoop if shereally wanted to.

But did she?

Did she still think things weren’tadding up with Jarrod?

In the end it was the very fact thathe’d so skillfully soothed her feathers that she was suspicious allover again.

Conmen, after all, were very, verygood at that or they wouldn’t get away with it so often.

Deciding to just take a quick lookaround, she moved to his worktable and studied everything on it,opened drawers that were totally devoid of anything and then closedthem again and looked around.

She saw electronic components thatseemed to bear up his assertion that he was an inventor.

She’d made it to the kitchen before itoccurred to her that she hadn’t seen one single thing that had hisname on it. In fact nothing—no magazines, no books, no bills. Shewent back and looked again. She finally found a few slips of foldedpaper,