This is a work of fiction based on the characters established and defined in the movie No Way Back.  It’s strictly for entertainment purposes. Please do not copy, publish or alter this work in any way without the written permission of the author.  Any laws or legal practices quoted in this work aren’t based on fact but purely the imagination of the author. (Author’s Note: There was actually a pizza parlor called the Organ Grinder in the town where I grew up.)

This work contains adult material, written for adult entertainment.

Mistaken

©2003  by: Songbyrd

Zack sat in the van, chewing on a toothpick, and waiting.  It was nearly sun up and he looked at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time.  This was the part of the job that he hated, the waiting.  He’d done more than his share of it, but it had to be done.  There were seven on his team today to serve a search warrant on a house owned by Christian Fortes, a high dollar fence for stolen property and a very difficult man to find.  He’d been linked to many large-scale robberies across the country. Anything with a high-priced six to seven figure on it that needed to be fenced, Christian Fortes was your man.  Jewelry, paintings, artifacts and figurines, you name it, he would find a buyer; if he didn’t keep it for his own private collection.  It’s been rumored that he had rare stolen art in vaults all over the world, worth millions.

It was because of Christian that Zack was involved.  Transporting stolen property across state lines was a federal offense and fell under the jurisdiction of the FBI.  Actually, Zack was getting to the point in his career where he could pick his assignments and was tired of flying all over the country chasing cut throats and murderers.  Stolen property was less risky and therefore less risk for Eric.

It took almost losing Eric for Zack to see what a rotten father he’d been.  He couldn’t get past the fact that giving birth to him had killed Samantha, but that wasn’t Eric’s fault and Zack had inadvertently taken it out on him.  Eric was the only family he had and he’d almost gotten him killed without telling him how much he loved him.  Well, that was done.  He and Eric were doing better and Zack was coming to realize what a great kid Eric was.   Zack shook himself to bring his mind to the present; he looked out the window of the van at the house.

Zack thought the house a little small and a little too traditional for a man like Fortes, but you never know where a man’s tastes truly lie.  Granted, it was a very nice house, in a very classy neighborhood, mid six figures he guessed, Zack gazed at the manicured lawn, the beveled windows with the solid oak double doors. It was the kind of house he would’ve picked if he had the money.  There was nice brick around the front portico with round columns; it was actually a beautiful house. The yard had a large expanse of green grass and a lot of blooming flower pots on the walkway next to the front door.  It was very floral.  

The neighborhood seemed a little bit too suburbia for a low-life like Fortes, but then it might just be a cover. Zack had learned over the years that nothing was ever what it seemed.  Look at Seiko, she’d had him and all of his co-workers totally fooled and it had gotten her killed, and in the end, had almost killed Eric. 

“Zack, it’s 6 am.” The voice of Mel, one of his team, brought him out of his thoughts and back to the present.  The doors opened and all of the team advanced on the house in the early morning light.  This time of day was the best for search warrants because almost every crook would be sleeping and they could catch them unaware.  Only honest people were up and busy this early.  Well, and the FBI.

They approached the house as a team, all of them wearing blue polo shirts with FBI printed on the back; four through the front and three through the back.  Zack had his gun drawn as did the rest of them, except Stu who had the ‘universal lock pick’, a large heavy steel cylinder with a flat plate on the end, guaranteed to break into any door.  They rang the bell, knowing no one could get to the door in time to keep them from breaking it in.  The element of surprise was a huge advantage for them. Zack felt his adrenaline kick in, it was a rush. His heart was thumping in his chest so loud he was sure that anyone could hear it from a mile away.  Most agents felt it, fuck; pretty much any cop would feel it unless he was a cold, heartless bastard.  He’d met a few.  He looked over at Clint Adams; he was an up and coming hot shot- good, gung ho, and extremely impulsive.  He reminded Zack of himself so many years ago.  Zack had certainly mellowed. He looked at his watch, 2 minutes.  They waited.

“NOW!!!” Zack gave the word and in a single swing the door crashed open, the beautiful beveled glass, that Zack had been admiring only moments before shattered into bits onto the tile floor of the entryway, sparkling like jewels against the dark gray of the slate tile. He heard a similar crash from the back of the house. All of the team entered one after the other with Zack coming last.  They all came in, guns drawn and moved systematically through the home.  As he entered, Zack noticed how well kept and lovely the furnishings were, not high brow like he anticipated but warm and comfortable, like a family would use. It wasn’t magazine perfect, but had signs of being lived in.  There was a soda pop can on the carpet next to the sofa, beside it an open magazine.  Odd.  There were rental cases on the coffee table, someone had rented videos. He looked around the area and saw family photos everywhere, on tables on the wall. More odd. Zack felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.  Something wasn’t right, but he didn’t know what.

They moved upstairs and Zack was the last when he heard a woman scream.  He rushed to the room just in time to see legs flying onto the floor.  Adams had pulled a woman from her bed and had her face down on the floor with her arms behind her back putting cuffs on her.  The woman’s face was one of absolute terror and her eyes were huge with questioning fear.  She was hardly dressed; she was wearing a short light cotton night gown with thin straps. Zack could see almost all of her breasts as she was pinned to the floor with her head pulled back and the hemline had hiked up to the point you could see the tight roundness of her butt. Adams had his hands on her along with his knee in her lower back.

Zack was incensed.  He holstered his weapon.  He grabbed Adams by the scruff of the neck to pull him off her, and slammed him against the wall so hard that the glass mirror on it rattled and then crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.  His muscles bulged against the cotton fabric of his shirt as he fought to control his anger.  Anyone looking at him could see the explosion just below the surface.  Adams had a look of incredulous surprise.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?  What do you think you’re doing?” Zack yelled into his face. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Christ Zack, I’m just checking for weapons, following procedure.”  He had a cheeky grin on his face. Zack wanted to smash his face in, and wipe that smile right down to his ankles.  He tightened his hold on the shirt and Adams felt his throat constrict under the pressure.  He was too arrogant to realize that he didn’t want to make an enemy of Zack Grant.  Adams may be taller but Zack was rock hard solid muscle with years of training, with at least 30 to 40 pounds on Adams.  His strength was obvious as he pulled on the collar of his shirt a little more. Adams could see the veins in Grant’s forehead pulsing, conveying how truly livid he was.

“Copping a feel is more like it, you asshole!  She was asleep in her bed for Chrissake, where did you think she would hide a weapon?  This is a search, not a bust, and you better learn the difference.”  Zack grabbed him from the wall and threw him into the hallway. He hit the wall in the hall with a solid thud. “Get the fuck out of here before I lose my temper.”  He turned to the woman, she was livid and he didn’t blame her.  Her face flooded with tears coursing down as he lowered down on one knee and carefully released the handcuffs, while doing so he grabbed a blanket from the bed to cover her. 

“I’m very sorry about that.  Are you alright?  It shouldn’t have been like that.  He was way out of line.”  His voice was soft with compassion. He released her and she scrambled onto the bed and cowered in the corner wrapping the blanket around her nakedness. The morning light was streaming in through the softly muted curtains on the window. 

“Who are you? What are you looking for and where is my son?” Her voice shook in fear and Zack’s eyebrows rose, SON?  Christ, the info he had said nothing about a son, of course the info said nothing about a woman either, especially one as beautiful as this one.  It was then he turned to find Mel bringing in a young man about Eric’s age, still in pajamas.  He crawled onto the bed next to his mother. They clung to each other in fear.

Zack watched her with his arms crossed over his chest.  She was beautiful, reddish blonde hair tumbled in wild disarray around her shoulder with a pair of very beautiful green eyes. Her body was trembling under the blanket with her arms protectively around her son. His eyes were round in fear as well.  He hated having this boy afraid of him.

He pulled his ID, “FBI, conducting a legal search of the premises.” He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible considering the adrenaline that was still pumping through his veins. He cringed as he heard something break; he reached into his pocket and placed the search warrant on the bed in front of her.  She reached for it, she had calmed somewhat.  “I’m sorry about that, it happens sometimes.” Then he heard another crash and then another.

“I repeat, what are you looking for?” the woman asked.  She opened the papers and studied them, and then her look was one of incredulous anger, eyes wide as she shook the papers at him. “Don’t you assholes know how to read?” she asked.

“What are you talking about? And watch your mouth.” Zack snapped at her. Holy Shit! She was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Her eyes were dark like emeralds.  What a set of legs, everything about her was beautiful even in her anger, or maybe especially in her anger.

She threw the papers back at him, “Take a good look at those papers, they are for Christian Fortes on South Huntington Drive.  You’re at my house, Christine Forbes on North Huntington Court!  You have the wrong address, you idiot!!” She spat out.  She was off the bed in a minute and picking up the phone. “Kevin, stay on the bed.  I’ll take care of this.” Her voice had taken on an authority that actually startled Zack. She was dialing before Zack even knew what she was doing, he reached over and placed his finger over the connect button to break her dialing.

“No calls, not until I get this straightened out.”  Zack looked at the papers on her warrant and sure enough the address was wrong.  He didn’t understand it, he was sure the papers he saw this morning said North Huntington Court.  But this one was clearly South Huntington Drive. FUCK! He’d really done it this time; Fukes was going to nail his ass to the wall on this one.  He closed his eyes and lowered his head.  FUCK!!!!

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Zack was sitting in his office, his head still reeling from the tongue lashing Fukes had given him over his monumental fuck-up.  He would be back to paperwork for sure on this one.  He was so perplexed over the course of events leading up to the search. He’d played the entire scenario over and over again in his head, and the more he thought of it, the more he recalled seeing North Huntington Court on the warrant he’d had in his hand in the van.  But when he searched the van, he couldn’t find it anywhere.  This whole thing stunk and he was determined to get to the bottom of it, if he still had a job.  His phone buzzed.

“Grant here!” Was all he said. It was Fukes; he was to get his ass to her office pronto. Great, just fucking great. He walked down the corridor to her office and when he entered he saw Christine Forbes, looking stunning in a green suit that fit her like it was made for her. Who knows, it probably was. Some guy in a suit and all of the rest gathered together to screw him. Of that he was sure, not that he didn’t deserve it.  He was the agent in charge and this was one huge fuck-up.

“Grant, sit down!” Zack sat.  The suit got up and started in about abuse of power and incompetence and assault, etc…. Zack couldn’t argue with him.  He was right and Zack didn’t know how it happened.  Then he heard Ms. Forbes speak.

“I was petrified, I had no idea who they were until Agent Grant, came into my room and pulled the other agent off me.  He gave me a blanket to cover myself.  He was the only one who identified himself and exacted any measure of professionalism.  The other agent or asshole, you pick, threw me on the floor without as much as an explanation.  He violated my body and left bruises on me.”  On the last word she rose, unbuttoned and removed her jacket and then proceeded to remove her blouse, her golden brown skin glowed in the artificial light. 

Just as before, Zack thought her to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.  Her skin looked soft and Zack wondered what it would feel like in a shower with soap bubbles cascading down onto those perfect breasts. He shook his head to clear it. When she pulled the blouse from her arms Zack saw the finger shaped bruises on her arms from where Adams had grabbed her and thrown her on the floor. It filled him with disgust to see that satin skin marred with such brutality.  “I also have a large bruise from his knee on my ass, which I’m not going to show you.”  Zack noticed the perfect swell of her breast over the soft bra she wore.  God, it was a feast for any pair of eyes, including his, or maybe especially his.

Zack lowered his head into his hands.  Christ, this was the end of his career for sure. Then he heard Fukes speak.

“Ms. Forbes, we’re naturally very sorry for what transpired here.  Agent Grant is extremely competent and it was obviously a mistake.  You said yourself how professional he was and I can assure you that Agent Adams will be dealt with for his lack of respect to your person.”  She wasn’t allowed to finish before the suit spoke up.

“Do you think we’re going to take your word that you’ll deal with that prick?  I don’t think so.  I have in my hand a signed injunction from Judge Renkins demanding his immediate dismissal not to mention an outside investigation into this gross misuse of power.” Then he turned and faced Zack, “Agent Grant, extremely competent?  I hardly think so.  Wasn’t it Agent Grant that messed up an assignment so badly he almost got his own son killed?” Zack flinched at the memory.  He went on for at least 20 minutes in legal jargon that Zack only half understood.  The guy was obviously a lawyer.  Only a lawyer could make him feel like nothing.  Zack did not see the astonished look on Ms. Forbes expression.

“Mr. Forbes, we’re doing everything we can to find out exactly where the breakdown occurred.  You don’t have to go to all this trouble to see that justice is done.  We’re all on the same side.  A gross injustice has been done to your wife and son.  We’re very well aware of that, not the least is Agent Grant. And as for the other, it’s over and done with and has no bearing on these proceedings.  You’ll not bring them up again. There were extenuating circumstances that are none of your business.”  Her voice brooked no argument.

At the word wife, Zack snapped his head up.  This was her husband, it figured.  That is odd, because she wasn’t wearing a ring the day of the search and she wasn’t wearing one now.  After more conversation, mostly by Mr. Forbes, it was revealed he was an attorney with the Department of Justice.  That was just fucking great!   Was it even possible that this could get any worse?  Then he heard Fukes speak again.

“Mr. Forbes, as a member of the Department of Justice you’re well aware that what we do here is extremely confidential and will not tolerate outside scrutiny.  You’re also aware that mistakes happen, this is not a perfect world and if you’d accept our apology and work with us we can come to some kind of compromise that benefits us all.”  She was standing and her words were strong and concise. She wasn’t about to subject the department to an outside investigation.

“An apology? Do you think an apology will replace the fear and horror that my son felt?”

“Okay then, what?  Will firing Agent Adams make YOUR SON feel better? Or do you just want to throw your weight around?  We already know what you’re capable of, but you aren’t giving us anything to work with.  What exactly is it that you want?” She was yelling now and she was about to lose it; Zack had seen it before when he crossed her.  He was relieved she wasn’t aiming those verbal barbs at him for once.   Before Mr. Forbes could speak, his wife did. Her voice was concise, but not overly sharp.

“Look, I know people make mistakes and the FBI is not immune.  I can accept that, especially with how close my name and street mix with those listed on the warrant. What I want is this; an apology from your Agent Adams in person and an admission that he was wrong.  I want a written apology from the FBI on letterhead with the name of every agent in attendance with their wet signature.  Then I want those agents to come to my house and clean up and repair the mess they made.  I have close to $25,000.00 in damages and I want you to take responsibility for it.”  Then she closed her mouth and silenced her husband.

Zack was relieved; he thought her demands were completely reasonable.  God, an apology and restitution; it worked for him.  He would do the work himself if need be. Of course getting to see her up close and personal had nothing to do with it.

“I think that can be arranged.” Fukes seemed placated for the first time. “I think that Agent Grant will be able to arrange a clean- up detail.” While she spoke the words, she looked directly at Zack, who nodded.

“Absolutely, may I speak?” His question was directed at his superior; at her nod he faced the beautiful Christine Forbes. “Mrs. Forbes, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am for everything that happened.  I can say however, that I’m sure my original warrant had your address on it and there is some terrible mix up somewhere in the chain.  I’ll be more than willing to arrange the repairs on the damage to your home.  I cannot however, repair the damage to your person or your son’s peace of mind.  I know what it feels like to have your son in danger, believe me.” At his words, Fukes looked at him with compassion.

“Thank you Agent Grant.  I appreciate your apology.  And just for the record, I’m not Mrs. Forbes and haven’t been for a few years.” With these last words she smiled and the meeting was over.

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Christine Forbes stood, with her arms crossed over her chest, by the window overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the hotel suite provided to her by the FBI.  Pretty nice, Kevin was spending some time with his grandparents in Malibu.  Her parents had been appalled at this recent course of events and her father was ready to call his congressman.  She just smiled; her Dad was all bark and no bite. He was mush and she assured him that everything was under control.

Then her mind went to Agent Grant.  God what a specimen he was!  She recalled the intensity in his eyes when he reprimanded Adams.  His arms bulging and his neck flexed in anger.  She recalled the breadth of his chest. The short sleeve polo shirt he wore left nothing to the imagination, broad, hard as a rock muscle. They had been flexed in tension and anger but she could imagine those arms picking up a woman easily and carrying her into the bedroom to make long and glorious love to her.  The long hair you wanted to run your hands through and those eyes- a woman could drown in those eyes.  He was all man.  She shivered; it had been a long time since a man made her shiver with just a thought.  Zack Grant was, in one word, gorgeous. He had a powerful presence that filled a room, which attracted her.  But there was a sensitive side to him too.  She saw something in his eyes that morning when he looked at Kevin and saw the fear in his eyes, how apologetic he was at the way everything happened.

She was curious about what David had said about almost getting his son killed. What had happened there? Was he married? He didn’t wear a ring.  David had really over done it.  She resented him giving the impression that they were still married.  It made him feel more macho.  What a pile of crap that was.  David Forbes, macho? Yeah right! When pigs fly!

Now- Zack Grant, macho.  Yes, but only up to a point.  He was so interesting; she could see just a touch of layers.  She would really like to get to know him better, find out what was below the surface, but how?  How could she find a way to get close without it seeming like a come-on?  The circumstances couldn’t be worse, or could they? But then, if it hadn’t been for the circumstances, she wouldn’t have met him at all.  She believed all things happen for a reason. 

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Zack was sweeping up glass and had been doing so for the past two hours.  He was by himself, the rest of his crew had come and gone.  They had worked steadily for four hours and that was what they had promised.  Four hours a day, for five days.  Most of them had worked on things besides sweeping, they were gathering objects that either could be put back in their place or replaced and making an inventory list.  All of them with the exception of Adams; he was not allowed anywhere near the Forbes’ residence; suspension of an undetermined time frame without pay.

It was a shame that the glass in the door was ruined because it was custom made.  Four grand to replace the front door and the other beveled glass from the back door.  The locks and the doors were damaged and needed to be replaced along with numerous other glass and ceramic objects through out the house. They would requisition someone to repair the damage.  All of the doors were blocked with plywood until the repairs were complete.

Zack never understood why FBI agents felt the need to make such a mess when doing a search.  He remembered what they had done to Seiko’s apartment after her death and he’d found out more just talking to her neighbor.   It was a power thing; at least it always had been with him, but not anymore.  Most of the guys had also commented that they went overboard with the breaking bit.

But the sweeping was Zack’s job.  So here he was, working. He stopped to take a drink of the soda he brought with him; he glanced at a portrait still on the wall.  It made him want to take a closer look, why didn’t he notice it before?  It was Christine Forbes.  What did they call it?  A glamour shot.  Her hair piled on her head in one of those playmate styles with curls falling all over bare shoulders; her makeup a little heavy, but she had this incredible open mouthed smile that seemed like an invitation.  Her shoulders were gorgeously bare, revealing just a touch of silken skin above her breasts.  It gave the illusion of nudity, but revealed nothing. Her chin was resting lightly on knuckles. She was bar none, one of the most beautiful women Zack had ever seen.  She looked like a movie star; glamorous, untouchable- at least to Zack anyway.

“That was taken about five years ago, on a dare.”  At the sound of her voice, Zack jumped. He didn’t realize she was in the house. He turned his head and looked at her, and then the portrait, then back to her.

“I think you look better now, this looks a little fake.  Still beautiful, but a little contrived.  I prefer natural.”  He tried to sound calm when he felt anything but. She was standing before him in faded jeans and a scoop neck shirt that accentuated the natural curve of her breasts.  Her feet were in slip-on sandals.  Her hair was long, tucked behind her ears, and fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her hands were in her back pockets as she stood sort of rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Believe me, it’s not who I am.  Just a made up photo; my sister and I got drunk one night and did it on a dare.  Then we gave them to our husbands for gifts.”  She smiled in explanation.

“I’m surprised he didn’t take it with him, sorry, none of my business.”  He quickly apologized. 

“No need to apologize. He didn’t want it.  My ex-husband is gay, Agent Grant.  Pictures of women, any women have no place in his life. I leave it there because Kevin, my son, likes it.”  She looked him square in the eye.

Zack was a little surprised that she chose to reveal this intimate detail of her life to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” Gay! What a waste of a beautiful woman. This is the kind of woman you lock in the bedroom for weeks at a time and come out only to eat. “Please, call me Zack.”  Then the phone rang.  She went to answer it; a few minutes later she left.  Zack continued to work.

It was the third day of clean-up and he was finishing up in Kevin’s room, making a list of the items that would need to be replaced.  The last was an item that hadn’t broken but had fallen behind the desk.  He picked it up and stared at it.  He felt his throat close up. It was a picture taken of Christine & Kevin the day of his birth.  Her hair was damp with perspiration and pulled back away from her face – her cheeks were flushed, a lovely glow to her from the exertion of the task.  She was smiling as she held her newborn son in her arms for the first time.

The frame was handmade, the kind a child made in grade school with glued macaroni around the edges, painted with gold spray paint with a caption that read ‘MOMMY & ME’.  He didn’t have any such pictures of Eric, in fact he didn’t have any to speak of except those taken by others; school, Mary, and from various parties he’d gone to. Come to think of it, Sam’s parents had photos all over their house.  But none like this.

Zack sat on the edge of the bed, staring at, but not actually seeing the photo.  He wondered what his life would be like if Samantha hadn’t died that day.  It had been so filled with panic; Eric born healthy and then in the blink of an eye, she stroked out and was dead.  Things would’ve been so much easier for Eric if he’d had a mother, or even a father who gave a damn.  He’d drown himself in work and missed a lot of Eric’s childhood. What an idiot he’d been.

That was how Christine found him, sitting perfectly still on the edge of Kevin’s bed with a photo of the two of them.  But there was no smile on his face.  It didn’t even seem as though he was actually looking at the photo but staring someplace else, looking at something only he could see. It was a bit disturbing. He was obviously deep in thought about something that had nothing to do with her and Kevin.

“Agent Grant? Are you alright?” She asked her voice soft and inquiring. “Agent Grant?”

Zack was so far away in his thoughts that he didn’t hear her.  Then he saw a hand reach out to take the photo.  The movement startled him so much he reacted instinctively.  He grabbed the wrist, twisted the body and in a matter of seconds Christine Forbes was flat on her back with Zack flush on her, his one hand holding her hands above her head.  His heart pumping like a freight train, her breath left her in a whoosh from the force of his powerful body restraining hers.

Zack looked down into those dark green depths and realized what He’d done. FUCK! “Christ! I’m sorry.  I didn’t hear you.  It was an automatic reaction.  Are you okay?”

Christine’s first impulse to be afraid left as soon as she felt Zack’s rock hard body on hers. She could feel the moisture form between her legs along with a delicious quivering.  God, he felt great, pressing hard on her but not hurting her.  She was a little winded, her chest rising up and down in an exaggerated movement.  “I’m fine. You didn’t hear me come in the room.”  He released her hands and pulled himself up slightly.  She reached up with her hand to brush his hair out of his eyes.  “I asked if you were alright. You seemed miles away. I’m sorry I startled you.” Her voice was soft.  She cupped his cheek with her hand, rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip and pulled him down towards her.  She may not get another opportunity.  It was now or never.

Zack looked at her; he saw something that surprised him.  Desire.  Her hand was soft against his stubbled jaw, her fingers softly playing with his lower lip. Her hand was pulling on his head to bring him closer. He complied. He leaned down to taste her, just a quick taste.  His arms were on each side of her on the bed. Their lips connected in a short kiss. He raised his head to gaze into her eyes.  She smiled, opened her mouth and he descended in a passion filled kiss that he hadn’t experienced in God knows how long.  His lips devoured hers.  Each movement was an open mouth exploration of the senses.  He could feel the heat in her body through the clothes they wore.

She shifted her legs, opening them slightly so he could slide between them.  She wanted to feel his hardness where it really counted. She groaned in her arousal and wanted so much to make love with him, right here and now.  He pressed down and she raised her leg to pull his body closer.  Her arms snaked around his back feeling the rock hard muscles there, flexing to hold his body upright.  He wore a simple t-shirt that barely concealed the breadth of chest and back. The shirt was slightly moist, from the exertion of his work, clinging to his back and arms.

Zack was in heaven. This woman, the one he’d dreamt about, was in his arms. He knew his erection was pressing into her mound. There was no way to conceal it. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she more than welcomed him there between her thighs.  He kissed her lips, taking possession.  He moved his lips to her neck, she smelled of vanilla and something else.  Arousal. 

Her skin was smooth as silk and he lowered onto one elbow and used the other hand to feel the skin where her pants and shirt didn’t quite come together.  The miniscule shirt she wore did nothing to contain those beautiful breasts, just a thin strap tee.  He brought his hand under the soft cotton up to cup her breast in his hand.  It filled his hand; he rubbed the tip with his thumb.  It distended quickly.  He lowered his wet lips to take the nipple in his mouth; tugging on it with his mouth and then pulling back in a sucking motion, moving his tongue all around the pink bud.

She stretched her neck back and thrust her chest towards him, “Oh God, I’m falling.  Where are you taking me?”  Her voice was a hushed whisper.

He could feel her hands pulling on his shirt from the back.  Then they reached back to cup his ass to pull him closer to her.  She thrust the lower half of her body to rub against his burgeoning erection.  He felt himself get harder with each movement. 

“I’m taking you to pleasure, and back.” Then he pulled back just slightly to look at her, “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was husky with desire.

Her response was soft, “I can’t remember wanting anything more.” 

Then he kissed her hard, his tongue playing with hers.  He pulled her top over her head, and she pulled his. They were skin to skin. He gazed into her face, the skin was flushed and heated, her eyes bright with unfulfilled expectation.  He lowered his hands to the waistband of her jeans; they were those low cut ones with only three buttons.  They slipped out easily and his hands were touching her softness.  She wore only a tiny whisp of a covering, a thong of very thin elastic and just a triangle of nylon.  It was already damp.

“You’re so hot and wet.  I want you so much.” Zack’s voice was a raspy whisper as his fingers penetrated into her folds.

“Oh Zack, I want you too. From the first, I wanted to be with you.”  She kissed his chest as her hands moved around to the front snap of his jeans.  The zipper came down with slight resistance considering what was behind it. She reached in and found the velvet strength of him, she pulled and he increased in size.  Zack groaned.

“Oh God, that feels so good.”  They continued their exploration and their jeans slowly moved down.  Zack’s cock had been released and he moved to pull one leg of her pants down just so he had access.  He was at her heated entrance, he could feel how wet she was for him. His hand was there, just slightly moving her softness to accommodate him, her fluids on his fingers, he rose up and was about to enter her when …..

SLAM!   The door!  Then those fateful words, “MOM!!! MOM!!! Are you here?”

“FUCK!!!” Was all Zack could say. Both of them bounced off the bed like they had been yanked with bungee cords.  He pulled away and it was a mad scramble of clothing.  He was shaking as he had to really push to get his erection back in his pants and his shirt back on.  This had to be the most embarrassing moment in his life, not to mention painful. Christ! The zipper on his pants was making an indentation on his cock of monumental proportions.   He winced.

“MOM!  Where are you?”  Thump, thump, thump up the stairs. Kevin’s voice resounded down the hall.  Christine had to work her other leg into the pants and her hands trembled so badly from the unfulfilled passion that she thought she would splinter into a thousand pieces before she got them buttoned.  Her nipples were standing straight out of the tee she wore, she scanned the room.  A sweatshirt, great; she quickly grabbed it and threw it on.  Kev’s, it fit. A little baggy but it did the trick.  “MOM!!!”

She took deep breaths to try to quell her tremors from their passion. What a time for Kevin to come home.  She glanced at her watch, only 12:30. What was he doing home from school so soon?  SHIT!  She rushed to the mirror; she had red marks from Zack’s lips on her neck.  She saw Zack out of the corner of her eye, he was dressed but facing the corner trying to get control of his body.

“I’m up here, honey.”  She walked over and in a soft voice, “Zack are you okay? I’m so sorry about this.  I wasn’t expecting him home so soon.”  Her apology was sincere.

Zack turned and looked at her, god what a vision she was with her hair in messy tumbles, her lips red and wet.  He could see her shake ever so gently.  “I’m fine.  Just took me by surprise that’s all.  All of it.” He gazed into her eyes and smiled. He reached and stroked his finger down her cheek. Then he reached for the broom and dustpan to get back to work.

“Oh here you are.” Kevin’s voice was one of relief.  “Why didn’t you answer me?”  He noticed Zack but said nothing.

“Don’t know, we were cleaning in here.  What are you doing home so early?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking, feigning a nonchalance she really didn’t feel.

“Something about a broken water pipe- the gym and lockers were all flooded and the janitors were making a mad dash to keep it from flowing into the rest of the school so they let us go early.  Isn’t it great?”  He was all smiles to be out of school so early. His brown curly hair was falling across his forehead; his green eyes sparkled in joy at the prospect of an afternoon off.

“Yeah, honey.  It’s just great.”  But in her mind, she was thinking, why did it have to be today? “Are you hungry?  I don’t think there’s much in the way of food yet.  Maybe we could get a burger, a burrito or something?”

“Mom, Jason asked if I could come over to see his new video set up. He said his mom would feed us.  Can I please?  I don’t have any homework. PLEASE!” His eyes were pleading; if only he knew how easy she was to convince at the moment.

“I suppose it will be okay.  I want you home by 5:00. Remember, you’re having dinner with your Dad and John tonight.  You don’t want to be late.”  She reminded him, but inside she was thinking of the empty house and Zack for over four hours.  A shiver went down her back and right between her legs. SHIT!! She was about to jump out of her skin over this guy. He was worth every shiver.

“Oh Mom, do I have to?  That John is weird. The way he looks at dad.  YUK!!”  Kevin’s whine was unmistakable. There had been no lies to Kevin about David’s lifestyle, it was an unusual situation to say the least and Kevin was not comfortable with it.  Who knows if he ever would be; that was David’s can of worms not Christine’s.

“Now Kevin, we talked about this.  You know your dad lives differently than we do.  He’s still your father and he loves you very much.  This means a lot to him.  You’ll go.  It won’t kill you.  It’s just dinner.” She softly chided him. But this was as much as she would do, besides it was part of the custody agreement. As Kevin got older, getting him to spend time with his dad was harder and harder.

Kevin rolled his eyes and then nodded reluctantly.  Christine suspected he would’ve agreed to a root canal to go to Jason’s. Then in a shot he was running down the hall and towards the door.  SLAM!  As quickly as he was there he was gone.  Christine smiled to herself. The smile dissipated when she turned to find Zack gone.  Where did he go?  She left the room.  She searched the house and saw that his car was gone.  HOLY SHIT!!!  He left without so much as a good bye, see ya later or anything, not even a ‘thanks for the almost fuck’.

She went back to Kevin’s bedroom. What was it Zack saw in the photograph?  She picked it up and set it on the dresser top.  She glanced around; there was so much work to be done.  The FBI was returning her computers tomorrow so she could get caught up on her life.  But not far from the surface was the memory of the incredible body of Zack Grant.  One thing was for sure, he wasn’t gay.  Far from it!

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Zack sat in his car, looking at his hands so tight on the steering wheel he thought they would break, the knuckles white.  What the fuck had he almost done?  Could it have been any more stupid?  Christ, he almost fucked Christine Forbes right there on her son’s bed.  If the boy had been fifteen minutes later, Christ, it doesn’t bear thinking about. The problem was, God forgive him, he wanted to go back and finish.  The thought of being totally enclosed in her heat left him so hard he felt like he had a steel pipe in his pants.  He could barely move. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted a woman so much.

She wanted him too. That was all too obvious, she said so.  Could she have been any more responsive?  If she had, they would’ve burned the house down.  But if a whisper of this got back to the boss, his ass would be grass for sure. 

The problem was, he liked Christine Forbes, really liked her, she was natural and without any artifice. With the situation considering the search and how poorly everything went, she could’ve made his life hell.  But she didn’t. She had been compassionate to the mistake and willing to compromise with a realistic solution. Was it because she’d been attracted to him from the start like she said?  It was a little hard for Zack to believe, look where she lived? She could have anybody she wanted and she wanted to be with Zack. Really? Well, her body wanted him anyway. That she couldn’t hide.

Who was he kidding?   All of his previous insecurities came to the surface.  He hadn’t really been with anyone special since Samantha died.  God, ten years, what was his problem?  He liked women and he’d had his share of bed partners over the years.  But there hadn’t been anyone he really wanted to pursue.  Until now.

Mary was always chiding him about his lack of enthusiasm in the relationship department.  He’d thought about a life with her, but they both agreed it wouldn’t work; friends yes, anything more, forget it. She drove him nuts with her personality quirks and that ridiculous humming. She was a basket case of weird habits and they all drove Zack over the bend.  So she spent time with Eric and they went to ball games or movies when she was in town, anything where Zack didn’t have to be in close quarters with her.  He smiled as he thought of her; she had a heart of gold, it was her mind that made him crazy.

His mind went back to Christine Forbes; she was way out of his league.  He knew, as sure as he was born; a relationship with her bore nothing but trouble.  But God, she was heaven in his arms, so soft and responsive.  He could only imagine what it would’ve been like inside her.  Hot and wet.  They had gotten so close.  He looked at his hands again and thought of those fingers inside her, thumbing her to orgasm, her writhing up and down and moaning in delight.

Christ, this was getting him nowhere.  What was he going to do now?  He still had a few days left to work at her house.  How was he going to avoid her?  Did he want to avoid her? Yes, and no!

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Zack decided to take a day off from the cleaning of Christine’s house and get caught up on paperwork at the office.  He was still in a puzzle over what had happened with the search warrants, so he decided to do a little investigating.  He walked into the inner sanctum of computers and computer geeks.  They did great work here, all the people here worked hard and also did simpler work like printing documents of an official nature, search warrants.

“Steve, can you bring up a search on Christian Fortes?”

“Sure, why?” He started typing.

“I want to see how many search warrants were issued.” Zack responded. The computer screen flashed and blipped. Then it settled to a database screen.

“How odd.” Steve’s brow was crinkled in thought as he looked at the information before him on the monitor.

“What’s odd?”

“Well, in the data base it says there were two warrants issued and printed on the date in question.  But when you view the warrants themselves, there’s only one.” Steve was pressing buttons.

“So, what does that mean, exactly?” Zack asked, his mind surmising that maybe he wasn’t off his rocker after all.

“What it means, Agent Grant, is that one of the warrants has been deleted.  The total in the database can’t be altered so it revealed that there were two issued.  But visually we only have one,” he explained.

“So someone originated another warrant but deleted it as soon as it was printed?”  Zack surmised out loud.

“It looks that way.  It really wouldn’t be that hard to do, warrants are created with a basic form.  It is basically a fill in the blanks sort of thing.  Anybody with access could do it.”  Steve explained.

“How many people have access?”

“Anybody with the pass code, which is about half of the office,” he said.  Zack sighed.

“FUCK! That doesn’t help much. At least I know I wasn’t mistaken about the address.  Does it say how many warrants were printed, or from which machine they were created?” Zack said. 

Steve started typing away when he spoke, “That is easier because there are only a limited number of machines with this particular software program and it’s not networked so you can’t access it from an outside terminal.  There are 6 machines here and then of course legal has access to all of it.  I think there are about 24 machines in legal.”

“Christ, 30 machines capable of creating a bogus search warrant.” Zack shook his head in disgust.

“Zack, don’t be such a pessimist. Think about it, 30 machines out of how many?  There must 500 or so in this office.  That is only about 6%.  If you give me some time I might be able to narrow it down a bit to find which machine generated the phony paper.  Oh, and to answer your first question.  There were 2 warrants printed of the one that disappeared.”  Steve explained, but he had a gleam in his eye which told Zack he was chopping at the bit to put his vast expertise to work to find the culprit. Steve was the kind of computer geek that the bureau was grateful to have on their side because he was capable of breaking a multitude of laws with his computer knowledge but chose to use it constructively. Personally Zack thought it was the power that gave Steve the rush.  He inwardly smiled. 

He went back to his office.  What it meant, he had no idea; but something wasn’t right, he felt it in his gut.  There was someone who purposely mislead them to Christine’s. But who, the why was easy, M-O-N-E-Y.  He decided to hold onto this information until Steve could get him a name, or some names.  Try to follow the money, which was usually the best way.

He looked at his watch, 1:00.  He needed to finish Kevin Forbe’s bedroom.  If he was lucky, she would be at work. So, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

All the drive over Zack could do nothing but remember the softness of Christine Forbes body.  It made him hot all over.  Last night he’d spent an hour in a cold shower just to get his body back to something somewhat livable so at least he would be able to sleep.  But when he leaned back in the shower he could do nothing but think of her hot little body. He could just imagine how tight the fuck would be.  Then he grabbed his cock and pulled and jerked until he spurted in a huge volcano of fluid against the shower wall. He tried to ease his mind but it didn’t help much. Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind?  Because he really didn’t want to, that’s why. Some answers were just too obvious to deny.

When Zack got to the house she was no where to be seen, Thank God!  As much as he wanted her, he knew it would be nothing short of the monumental annihilation of his career if he fucked her.  If Fukes even thought for a moment that he’d fucked her, it would be all over.  So he worked quickly to be gone and finished before she got back.  He didn’t hear the front door open or the soft footsteps on the richly carpeted stairs.

“Hello.” The words were soft and seductive. “You left so quickly the other day I didn’t have a chance to apologize.”  Christine was standing at the door to Kevin’s room, making no effort to enter.

Zack’s head snapped up at the first inflection of her voice. He gazed at her and felt his heart race at the sight of her.  She was dressed for work, a killer cream colored suit that hugged her curves, but not overly so.  The skirt was short with a short double breasted jacket.  There was a green pin on the lapel.  Her shoes were mile high sandals in a dark green. SHIT!  Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful?

“No apology necessary. I thought it best, at the time.” He said huskily. He needed to retreat as quickly as possible.

“You’re embarrassed over what happened between us.” Christine surmised out loud.

“Why do you say that?” he asked somewhat evasively.

“Because your face is flushed and you can’t look me in the eye,” she stated bluntly.

At her words, he looked her square in the eye. “Look, it was a mistake.  We just got carried away by circumstances.  It won’t happen again, I assure you.” His voice was strong; he wished he was a little more convinced of himself.

She took a step towards him, he stepped back. She looked somewhat hurt. “Why was it a mistake? I admit the timing was off, but I thought we felt something mutual.” Her voice was curious.

“Look, it was lust, nothing more.  You’re an incredibly desirable woman.  There isn’t a straight man on the planet that wouldn’t feel something for a woman like you and I’m a man like any other. Don’t make it out to be more than it was.”  He hated the words as soon as he spoke them, but it was the only way to keep her at a distance.

“Really, there wasn’t anything else?  But I felt it.  A connection, that day in your office,” she said openly.  She could tell he was doing what he needed to do to bring a distance between them, but she didn’t understand why.

“Christine, the last thing I need right now is a physical relationship with a woman who has the power to break my career.  I have too much at stake than to risk it on a hot fuck with you.”

“What makes you think I have the power to ruin your career?  Why would I do that?” she asked.  What the hell was he talking about?

Zack took a deep breath and spoke quietly, “This incident with your home and the search warrant wasn’t a simple clerical error.  There is something terribly wrong with the whole thing.  I KNOW the warrant had your address on it.  I have never made that kind of a mistake in my life, mistakes, yes, but not like that. There are too many safeguards built into the system to avoid that very thing and yet, it still happened. I have to straighten it out if I want to salvage my career.  You’re in the middle of it; I can’t venture out of a professional affiliation with you.  As much as I would enjoy it, I can’t.  You may have nothing to lose, but I have fifteen years in and I’m not about to throw it all away for you.”

“I see, I thought it was between you and me; a man and woman who were attracted to each other.  It has nothing to do with your job or the work you do.  I want you and you want me.  Why can’t it be that simple?”

“It may be for you, but unfortunately not for me, if the circumstances were different, maybe.  What am I saying? Look, if the circumstances were different we would never have met.  Face it; we aren’t in the same world Ms. Forbes.  You wouldn’t normally give a guy like me a second look and you know it.” His voice was just a tad caustic.

Christine couldn’t imagine a red blooded woman on any planet that wouldn’t give Zack Grant a second look, “Do you think I’m that much of a snob?” she asked heatedly. 

“I bet the suit you have on cost more than I make in a month.  We don’t exactly frequent the same hangouts.  I go to ball games.  I imagine you go to the opera. I eat take out chicken, I ‘m sure you eat caviar.” He was getting exasperated.

“Bullshit!  What went on between us had nothing to do with the kind of clothes I wear or whether I go to ball games or the opera or what kind of food we eat.  It had to do with mutual attraction, heat and passion, yours and mine.  You haven’t even bothered to ask me how I feel about it. And make no mistake Zack; it is all about feelings, yours and mine. I wanted to be with you, to feel everything with you that a man and woman can feel together.  Why is that so awful?  I felt something with you I haven’t felt in a long time for anybody. It’s as simple as that.  I don’t care what you do for a living or how much money you make or don’t make.  It has little bearing on what almost happened on that bed.”  She pointed to the bed.

“Look, this is getting us nowhere.  We aren’t going to fuck! Is that clear?  I have another agenda and you’re not in it,” he stated flatly.  He knew he was close to losing his control with her.  So to avoid anything further he dropped it, grabbed his jacket and left the room.  His goal; get out, fast.  The entire time she was speaking he could see the rise and fall of her breasts under the clothing she wore.  He could just imagine the whisper of nothing she wore underneath.  It was such a turn on that he moved as fast as his legs would carry him.

Christine couldn’t believe her ears, what ever she thought would happen, this wasn’t even close.  How could she stop him?  She couldn’t, this was the way he wanted it.  He was wrong about her, but she couldn’t change what he thought, at least not at the moment.  Maybe when he got everything straightened out with the warrant she’d have another chance.  She suddenly felt lonely as she watched him walk, almost run down the hall and down the stairs just to get away from her. Rejection, she had her share of it, but this was different. He admitted he wanted her but because of his work he refused to indulge. At least that was something, it wasn’t over; she wouldn’t let it be. She was a patient woman, she would wait. She was sure Zack Grant was worth waiting for.

She walked to the window and watched him get into his car, FBI issue she figured; he didn’t seem the sedan type. He would need something with more power under the hood, More the SUV type.  He would look great in a jeep with open sides. She smiled as she turned away, hoping against hope that she would be able to find a way to change his mind.

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Well, it was done.  Christine Forbes’ house had been repaired and he was no longer needed to be in her presence.  It had been a week of pure unadulterated torture for Zack’s body. Every time he looked at her he was reminded of what she was like naked in his arms and the promise of the passion they almost shared.  But of course, Christine had stayed a safe distance away from him and he was able to do what he needed and get out.

He still had not solved the problem with why the warrant had the wrong address on it.  But it was not a closed case.  He was sitting at his desk working on another possible search warrant for Christian Fortes when one of the secretaries walked in. He looked up to see her smiling at him.

“This was delivered for you Zack, special delivery.”  She set the Fed Ex Envelope on his desk.  Zack looked at the return address, North Huntington Court.  Christine.  He opened it.   Inside he found four box seats to the Dodgers game against the Yankees and a handwritten note.   He had to smile.

‘JUST FOR THE RECORD, I LOVE BASEBALL.  I HATE OPERA.  MAYBE YOU AND I COULD TAKE OUR SONS.  IT IS JUST A BALL GAME, NOTHING ELSE. BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT TO.’ CHRISTINE.

SHIT!!! He’d just gotten used to not seeing her everyday and now here she was pursuing him.  She certainly was persistent; he had to give her that. What she saw in him, he had no idea. But inwardly he felt good that she actually wanted to pursue him.  Reality was, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.  He liked her; really liked her and he hadn’t felt that for a woman in a very long time. Truth be told, he enjoyed the feeling he had about her, she was smart, funny, down to earth, and sexy as hell. A lethal combination, that was for sure. 

A ball game?  That was innocent, what could it hurt?  As long as it didn’t go any farther, what difference did it make?  None that he could see, but he didn’t look very hard, he didn’t want to. Afterall, Eric loved baseball, so before he could change his mind he picked up the phone.

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Christine was nervous; she knew it was a big risk sending him the tickets.  He could’ve easily taken somebody else, but if she didn’t make a move she was sure Zack wouldn’t. So she took the risk; when he called and said yes, she was ecstatic. 

The past week he’d been the perfect gentleman, ever since their verbal confrontation in Kev’s room he’d gone out of his way to stay out of hers.  He was a man to beat all men.  He was strong, compassionate, interesting, intelligent and sexy beyond belief.  She just knew there was even more, something really special below the surface.

So here she was, getting ready for their first date; well sort of, they were taking the kids.  They’d make a great buffer. But what was she going to wear? She didn’t want to come across as if she was trying to impress him, because he’d already made a comment about her clothes.  So she opted to go casual like she normally would for a ball game, faded jeans, cotton short sleeve sweater, just a tad snug, with sneakers.  Of course she never went to a Dodger game without her ball cap and ponytail. 

Christine loved baseball and hadn’t been to a game in a long time.  She was pondering her reflection in the mirror, wondering if she should wear more make-up when the doorbell buzzed.  Too late.

“Mom, I think they’re here.” She heard Kevin’s voice from down the hall and then him scrambling to get to the door.  He loved baseball and didn’t care who they went with as long as they went.  He also loved meeting new people, Eric and Kevin started chatting as soon as they met, and as she turned on the front stoop and saw Zack’s car, she laughed to herself; a jeep wrangler with open sides and the top down.

“I hope you don’t mind the top down.” Zack said, he didn’t think she would, she seemed like the wind in your face type.

“Not at all, I love it.” was all she said.

Zack glanced over at her while he drove to the stadium.  Here she was in a Dodgers baseball cap, not any cap but a faded one that was at least 5 seasons old.  Kevin’s was as well, not to mention a very well worn baseball glove.  She looked different, comfortable and well, reachable.  The entire trip consisted of Christine and Kevin sharing their past baseball stories.  Kevin had caught 2 pop fouls.   Zack felt a little guilty about the assumptions he’d made about her character as she confessed she was an avid fan and had been since the first time her father took her when she was five.  She admitted the tickets belonged to him and traded off using them with the rest of her family.

Zack couldn’t remember enjoying himself so much. They sat with the boys between them and kept everything platonic.  Zack would’ve never pictured a woman like Christine eating chili dogs, onion rings and beer.  He’d been so wrong about her and he was inwardly very glad he was.

It was the seventh inning stretch when things turned personal.  The boys were chatting away about video games, movies they liked when Kevin innocently asked, “So Eric, how often do you see your mom?  Does she live around here?”

Eric looked directly into Kev’s eyes and said, “I don’t have a mother.” His voice flat, devoid of any emotion whatsoever. There was finality to the words that said to anyone within earshot that he didn’t want to talk about it.

Zack watched his son as he spoke of his mother.  As always his throat constricted when he thought of Sam and all they’d lost when she died.  Even after 10 years, Zack thought the pain would lessen, and maybe it had, to some small degree.  The pangs were shorter and mostly only as they pertained to Eric.

Christine watched Zack as he watched his son.  There was something here; something tragic, she could sense it. So before Kevin really stuck his foot in it she intentionally interrupted.

“Hey, who wants curly cheese fries with onions?”  Both boys chimed they were up for it.

“Kevin and I’ll get them.” In a flash they were off to the concession and she very calmly told him to avoid talking about Eric’s mother.  Eric would talk about her when he was ready and it wasn’t their place to force the issue.  Kev shrugged in agreement and the subject was dropped.

Zack smiled at Christine’s ability to read the situation and intercede with a distraction of food, boys were always up for food, and so apparently was Christine.  Christ, the woman ate junk food like a long haul truck driver.  But it was a delightful quality; it made her so much more enchanting.

The rest of the game proceeded without incident. The main problem for Zack was that the more he knew Christine, the more he liked her.  Eric really liked her as well and Zack noticed more than once him looking at Kevin and his mother with what could only be described as longing.  There was an enviable closeness to the pair that was hard to miss.

Game over… Dodgers lost by one, but they still had a great time. As they were walking to the car Christine popped in.

“What do you say to Pizza at Organ Grinder?”

Zack had to laugh, all they had done all day was eat and now pizza.  Eric loved pizza and although they had never been to this place, Zack was sure it would be fine.

“What’s so funny?” Christine asked when she saw him laugh.  He had such a delectable smile.  He could light up a room when he smiled, not to mention what he could do to any woman between the thighs if that smile was directed at them.

“Nothing really, do you always eat like this?”  Before she said anything Kev chimed in a response.

“Yep, sure does.  Mom eats more than most guys.  Junk food junkie, my grandpa says.” Then he ran ahead to catch up to Eric; he was busy telling Eric all about Organ Grinder.

Zack stopped walking and put his hand out to stop her. She turned to look at him, her eyes intent on him.  He shifted nervously.  “Look, Christine, I owe you an apology.  I’m sorry.  I made assumptions about you that I had no business making.  I was wrong about you. I just wanted to keep you at a distance and that was the best way.”

His eyes were a combination of green and blue that she found mesmerizing.  He was sincere; she just smiled at him, “I know you were.  That’s why I sent you the tickets, to prove you’re wrong.”  Then they started walking toward his car and continued, “It was the only way I could get you to go out with me.  I figured you’d come if we used the boys as a buffer,” she finished with a grin.  Zack laughed at her honesty.

The Organ Grinder was an old fashioned place with a throw back to the 20’s.  The main attraction was a huge old pipe organ that took up residence in the entire front of the restaurant, when you enter you could see all the pipes encased behind glass walls.  It was huge, and every hour for 20 minutes they dimmed the lights, lowered a screen in the main hall of the parlor, showed silent movies and a guy played the organ to the films.  It was great. 

The interesting thing was the boys were more interested in the video games than the silent movies so Zack and Christine watched them alone.  What was strange was the movie was about these two lovers who came from two different worlds, rich and poor.  There was lots of exaggerated kissing etc.  It made Zack a little uncomfortable; it wasn’t that the film was suggestive at all, in was made in the 20’s for chrissake.  It made him want to take Christine in his arms and kiss her pepperoni greased lips until they couldn’t breathe.  She had such kissable lips. Zack couldn’t believe he was watching a silent movie in a pizza parlor and getting a hard-on because of Christine’s lips.

When they were together again eating ice cream sundaes for dessert, it seemed that Kev was upset with his mother about something she said and to everyone’s surprise, except Zack, it was Eric that rose to her defense.

“How dare you speak to your mother that way?  If I had a mom like yours I’d be on my knees every night and thank God for her.  You don’t know how lucky you are to have a mom at all.  You never know when she could be taken away from you!”  Eric spat out the words and then rushed to the bathroom, Zack went after him.  Kev just sat there in shock at the force of his words, Christine was surprised as well.  What in the world brought that on?

Zack and Eric reappeared about 15 minutes later.  Eric was subdued and very quiet for the rest of the evening.  Christine could tell he’d been crying but neither he nor Zack said anything.  It was later when providence put Christine and Eric alone in the booth that Christine said something to him.

“Thanks for defending me.  It was a very sweet thing to do.” She said softly.

“I wasn’t very nice; Dad said I should say I’m sorry.”

“Are you? Sorry?” she asked.

“No, not really.”

Christine smiled at his honesty, “Only say you’re sorry if you really mean it. Besides I don’t think you said anything you need to be sorry for.”

Christine didn’t see Zack returning from the bathroom when she asked as softly as she could, “Eric, what happened to your mother? If you don’t want to tell me it’s okay.”

Eric’s head was down, but his voice clear, “She’s dead, I killed her.” The words sort of hung there in the air.  It was then Zack sat down, raised his eyebrows at Christine and spoke.

“Eric, son, you know that’s not true.  What happened to your mom was just one of those horrible things. It wasn’t your fault.”  Then Zack explained briefly to Christine about Samantha and the circumstances surrounding her death.  Zack wanted to hold his son but wasn’t sure a pizza parlor was the place. So he just ruffled his hair instead.

She felt compelled to say something, “You know Eric; moms are a funny lot.  There is nothing in the world more important to us than those we love. I’m sure that if a choice had to be made, then she would prefer it were her than you.  This way, she can look down on you from heaven and be there wherever you are when you need her.  It’s not as good as being here, but the next best thing.” Her heart went out to this wonderful boy and to Zack. What a devastating thing to have to live with.

“I never even knew her.  But if I had to pick, I’d wish she were like you.”  Eric said quietly. Then he looked up at her and gazed straight into her eyes. Boring into her eyes were eyes the color of his father’s.

“Oh Eric, that is about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”  She reached over and covered his hand with her own. This young man had truly touched her heart.  Just like his dad.

Eric and Kev picked up where they left off in the ride on the way home.  But Christine had a new respect for Zack. To have raised this young man all by himself was commendable, dealing with the grief of losing his wife and a newborn baby all at the same time.  Zack Grant was scoring points all over the place with her.  Now if she could just get him to take her to dinner, and maybe some place else, like bed.

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Zack wasn’t at his desk ten minutes the following week when his phone rang.

“Grant Here!”

“Hello Zack.” Christine’s voice was soft, inquisitive.

“Well hello there.” He was truly glad to hear her voice.  He knew he should’ve called to thank her for the ball game but he just couldn’t do it.

“Zack, I….” Her voice faltered. She sounded nervous.  Zack was immediately concerned.

“Are you okay? Is Kev okay?”  He asked quickly.

“Oh yes, we’re both fine. It’s just …I had something…something to tell you… I mean ask.  SHIT! I don’t know what I mean.”  She paused, obviously frustrated.

“Christine, what is it?” Zack had to chuckle, this was a side to her he hadn’t seen. He liked it, a little insecure, made her more human, less perfect.  Cute. He could just picture her chewing on her lower lip trying to think of what to say.

“Did you enjoy the game on Saturday? I know it was hard on Eric. I’m really sorry about that.  I spoke to Kev and I assure you it won’t happen again.  He tends to run off at the mouth.”

“Christine, we had a great time and Eric is doing fine. Whenever he sees sons with mothers he gets that way.  It’s complicated, this is not the first time it’s been an issue.  Trust me, we’re working on it.” Zack stated honestly.  She was such a caring person, Zack had that figured from the first day he met her. “It’s nice for you to be concerned though.”

“I guess it’s just the mother in me.” Then she paused again. “Could you… I mean… would you…sort of… well …maybe… if you weren’t busy.”

Zack had an idea what she was trying to say and had to smile, at least he hoped he knew what she was trying to say. “Christine my hair is graying, just say it.” Zack pleaded softly.

“It’s just that you didn’t call, so I thought that maybe…” He heard her pause yet again and take a deep breath “Would you like to go to dinner?” The words came out in a rush. Then silence.

Zack only thought about it for a second, “Yes, when and where?” He answered. All of his earlier misgivings didn’t seem to matter any more.

He heard her expel her breath, and then quietly, he didn’t think she knew he could hear. “Thank God!”  His heart raced.  This woman, this incredible woman actually wanted to be with him.  Don’t question it Zack, just accept it as a gift from the gods.

“I was thinking of a seafood place down on the beach not far from Malibu.  Kev is staying with my parents tonight because there is no school tomorrow.” There she said it; she let him know she was available tonight, all night.

“I think I know the place, tonight is good because Eric is staying over with Mary. Do you want me to pick you up or could I meet you there?”

“My parents live in Malibu so I’ll meet you there.  It’s Sam’s Pier.  7:00?”

“Sounds great, I’ll see you there.”  Zack smiled as he hung up the phone.  All of his reservations just stayed in the back of his mind.  He hardly got a thing done all day as he could do nothing but think of Christine and what the night might bring.

Christine giggled as she hung up the phone, he said yes.  This was fantastic, now what to wear.  It seemed women spent so much time worrying about what to wear simply to please a man.  But she so much wanted to please Zack, in more ways than one.  Her skin was already flushed.  How was she ever going to make until tonight.  Just one thing, who the fuck is Mary?

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Dinner was more relaxed than either of them thought it would be.  They sat out on the deck overlooking the rolling waves of the ocean.  It was warm with a light breeze.  There were candle torches lit everywhere.  The smell of salt in the air from water was refreshing. The conversation started out light, movies, books, baseball, of course.  Neither of them talked about their work.  They indulged in lobster and rack of lamb, both of them tasting each other’s food.  For Zack, seeing Christine close her lips over a fork that he’d just tasted was more of a turn-on than he would’ve thought. But then, anytime he looked at her lips he wanted to devour them.

Zack was sipping a scotch when Christine couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Zack, who is Mary?  I heard Eric mention her at the ball game.” Her question was soft.

Zack lifted the glass, looked into the amber liquid, twirled the drink, the ice tinkled and then he spoke. “She’s the woman who gave my son back to me.”  His voice soft, then he confided to her about the kidnapping, his brush with death and how close he came to losing Eric.

“Oh my god, Zack how horrible. I’m surprised you could even function; I would’ve been too distraught to act at all. Christ, what a nightmare it must’ve been for you.” Her compassion was obvious.  That was what David had been talking about that day in the office. 

“Don’t pin any medals on me, I was a lousy s.o.b. of a father.  What you don’t understand is that most of Eric’s childhood I wasn’t even there. He never even called me dad, just Zack.  Every time I looked at him I saw his mother and what she gave up for him.  The reason he is the way he is about his mother is my fault.  I blamed him for a long time and it rubbed off.  I tell him all the time that I was wrong but the damage is done.  I’ll never forgive myself for that,” Zack said honestly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him.”

Her heart went out to him. The woman was obviously very special to both of them, understandably so. “So you really care about this Mary?  You and Eric are very close to her?” Her meaning was obvious. She didn’t mean to pry but she needed to know where she stood with him; how much of a chance she really had.

Zack had to laugh at that, “Don’t get me wrong, you’re right, I do love her. But not in the way you think. That woman is enough to make me absolutely crazy.  I can only take her in small doses.  Movies, ballgames, stuff like that.  Most of the time Eric is with her, not me.” He told Christine about how they met and all of her annoying habits, especially the humming. “Christ, she hums whenever she gets upset, or overly stressed.  It’s enough to make anyone nuts, me included.” 

Christine laughed at the loving way he described her.  “She sounds like a sweetheart.”

“Oh we thought about being together, I thought about it for, ahhh, about ten seconds.  There is no way.  She has a heart as big as the ocean, but she is one major cracker box. But she does indeed love Eric; for that I’m grateful.”

Zack paid for the meal and they left the restaurant; it was a perfect evening.

“Hey are you up for a walk on the beach?  I need to walk off that lobster.” Christine asked. She rubbed her stomach to indicate that she’d overeaten.  It drew Zack’s eyes to the lower half of her body; flat stomach tapering to the juncture right between her thighs. He was only there for a second. He felt his lower body twitch in response to her closeness.  God, everything about this woman turned him on.

“Great idea, but I think we should remove our shoes,” he looked down at the slip on sandals she wore as well as his leather loafers.

She looked down, saw her feet and leaned over to take them off, in the process the skirt of her dress hiked up to reveal a large portion of her thigh.  She just wore a silk mini sundress in a peach floral, nothing too fancy and just a little sexy; her shoulders mostly bare and her hair up in a bun to stay off her neck.  They left their shoes in his car with her handbag.  It was dusk and there was a bright sunset just starting to form.  They strolled towards a set of rocks holding hands as they let the waves sort of slide in around their feet. 

Christine told Zack about her marriage to David.  “I was totally in the dark.  Until one night, when Kev was about five, I heard him talking to someone on the phone.  I’d been out with my sister, but she didn’t feel well and I came home early.  He was having very explicit phone sex.  I was so hurt because I couldn’t even get him to touch me anymore and he was talking about sex in terms I’d never even heard of.  I thought it was another woman; of course, it never occurred to me that it was a man on the other end.  It was a 1-900 number for gays.”  She shook her head.

“When I confronted him about it, he actually looked relieved. Then it all came out about him being a closet gay and he didn’t want to be married anymore.” Her voice betrayed how hurt she’d been. “We were divorced 6 months later.”

“You seem to have come through it well, I’m not sure I would’ve.”  They had gotten to an outcropping of smooth rocks.  Zack leaned against one as she sat down on another, as she pulled herself up, her feet didn’t touch the ground and the hemline of her already short skirt rode up considerably.  Zack’s heart rate rode up as well.

“Well, not as well as it seems. I felt rejection so deep I thought I’d been stabbed with a knife.  So right after the divorce I went off the deep end.  While my sis and her husband were busy having babies, I played the club circuit.  Went out almost every night, I wanted to reassure myself that I was desirable; that men wanted me. And they did, but not in the right way, however. I was too screwed up to pay attention.” She looked directly into his eyes.  “You know what I mean.  I was on a dangerous self-destruct track. I neglected Kev, took pills, drank a lot and then cried because I was so unhappy about my life. SHIT! With a life like that, who wouldn’t be?”

Zack had so much trouble putting the two together. She was so on top of her game now and her relationship with Kevin was enviable.  “So what happened? What changed?” His question was quiet.

“I came home one night with a bruise on my face from my chin to my eye because some asshole smacked me when I wouldn’t blow him in the parking lot.  My sister saw me the next day and read me the riot act about risks and made me see the error of my ways, so to speak. I had totally left Kev out of the equation.  I missed him and he missed me, He’d been staying with her and my parents. So I pulled myself together and here I am.” She spread her arms out wide to draw focus on herself.

“How did she make you see the error of your ways?  Other than the abuse that is?”

“She threatened to have me declared unfit and take Kev away from me.  It was an eye opener, but I needed to hear it.  She is great, my sister. She sort of saved my life.”

Zack thought she was amazing.  “How did you pull yourself together? How did you salvage your relationship with Kev? You two are so terrific together.”

“We took a trip, gone two months.  We got on a train and went cross country.  Rented cars, went to Mount Rushmore, then to Chicago to see the Cubs play and then on to Cooperstown, New York. Went to DC and saw the Smithsonian; all of the stuff there.  Went to Philadelphia and saw the liberty bell. Stuff like that.  Then we flew home.” 

Zack laughed, “I understand all the places you went, but what’s in Cooperstown, New York?”

Christine looked mildly offended, “The Baseball Hall of Fame of course. It was great; you know we studied stuff about Jackie Robinson, Babe Ruth, Ty Cobb, Lou Gehrig and all the greats. It was fantastic!” Her voice was animated as she spoke of the trip. 

“Sorry, I like baseball but I wasn’t aware that’s where the Hall of Fame is, will you please forgive me?”  His voice was mockingly repentant.

“Huh? And you call yourself a baseball fan.  Cooperstown is every fan’s dream come true; the ultimate fantasy,” she said jokingly.

Then Zack’s look changed, his eyes darkened, “You know I don’t equate the terms- dream and fantasy with baseball.”  His voice was somewhat seductive. It was time he took the initiative. He reached towards her and stroked the side of cheek, cupping his fingers around the curve of her chin, rubbing his thumb against her lower lip. She opened her mouth at his touch, her breath just grazing his fingertips. He shivered.

Christine picked up on the change immediately, “Oh? What do you equate them with?” Her voice was soft, seductively curious.

“You.” Then he leaned over and brushed his lips across hers, his hand cupping her face, reaching behind her ear to pull her face toward his. She turned into him and placed her hands on his arms to pull him closer. She groaned.  “You are the ultimate fantasy. Well, at least mine anyway.” His voice was soft and sexy.

“Oh Zack, it’s about damn time.”  Then she put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.  Before he kissed her again, he brushed his nose across hers then spoke.

He chuckled, “Were you thinking we might end up like this?”  His hands were around her, resting on the swell of her hips just below her waistline. His fingertips kneading the softness of her buttocks through the soft silk she wore.

“Oh God, I’ve dreamt of nothing else since the day we met.  I want you so much.”  Then he brought their lips together, it was hot, wet and meant to incite. It worked.

His hands moved to her legs; she spread them apart and the skirt went up to the top of her thighs. He slid between them, the hardness of his erection pressing into her softness.  “Mmmmmmmmmmm.”  Christine was dying by degrees; she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.

She brought her hand around to the front of his pants that were getting tighter every second.  His lips had traveled from her lips to her neck and bare shoulder. Her skin was smooth as satin.  She palmed him and she could feel him expand in her hand.  Her fingers went to the buckle of his belt; she quickly released the belt before Zack could stop her.  She had her hands on the zipper when Zack realized where they were.

“Baby, no we can’t here.  I don’t want to be interrupted again.  He started to pull away.” 

“Zack, there’s no one here.  Please don’t make me wait.  Just once, I need you in me, now!”  Her voice was a soft plea.  Her hands were lowering the zipper and Zack groaned at the satisfaction of release.  God he wanted her so much.  Then her hand was there, on his hardness.  He reached his hands to her and found barely anything.  He just fingered into her, she was dripping with desire and she pulled his cock, throbbing with need.  She scooted towards him and in one push, he was in.  “Oh Zack, I knew you’d fill me all the way. You feel so good.”

He did fill her; she was so tight, hot and wet.  He just stayed there as he rested his lips on her shoulder.  Her dress was hiked around her waist.  His pants were open just enough, he felt so good to be inside her.  He wanted to just relish in the heat.  But he had to move, he pulled out a little and thrust in again.  “Oh God!”  He exclaimed when he felt the jolt of pleasure course through him.  He thrust again,  “Ummm...” Another jolt.  Then he was sliding, in and out and pulled his face back to watch her. 

“Tell me how you feel, am I hurting you?  The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” His voice was a soft whisper against the skin by her ear.

“Oooooohhh, Ahhhhhhh, don’t stop.  The only pain would be if you stop.  I feel a jolt inside me.  Just from you. Please, don’t stop.”  The waves of the ocean were crashing behind them; the waves of passion crashing inside them.

So he didn’t stop.  He just thrust in and out, again and again, Both of them not caring where they were, or what time it was. He could feel her wetness squirting out every time he went into her heat.  God this was just what he needed; to be with her.  He continued and could feel his own hardness stiffening even more.  His hands were in her hair and he pulled the pins out.  The hair tumbled around her shoulders and he submerged them onto her scalp and held her head still as he looked in her eyes. “Tell me again! Tell me you want me!” His voice was a steely rasp.

“I want you, I want you.  Please Zack, just fuck me!” Her plea was almost harsh in its intensity. She was meeting his every thrust. 

He could feel her urgency, the thrusts were faster and shorter; he was so close.  But he would wait for her. Her pleasure had to come first.

“I’m coming; please harder, just a little harder.  Rub me oh shit.  Harder.”  Her body was slamming into his and then she screamed.  “ZACK!!! FUCK!!!” 

He saw her eyes glaze over as she fell over onto his shoulder, slightly biting him through his shirt.  Her hands clinched his arms.  Her legs squeezed him, tight as a vise next to her as she came.  He then let go of his control and shot into her.  His release was a river of fire into her very essence.  God, when was the last time he released with this intensity?  Ever?  The sweat was dripping down his cheek and he felt his body tremble all over from her.

She raised her hands to his face, and smiled at him.  Her hands drifted back to his hair, his scalp damp.  She leaned into him for a full kiss, full of passion.  Their tongues were dancing together.

He could feel himself start to harden again, and he chuckled. “We need a bed, so where do we go?  I saw a Holiday Inn down the road.”  He pulled out of her reluctantly and brought his pants together.  He looked down at her and saw her wetness, the red folds still quivering from the orgasm.

“The Howard Johnson’s is closer.”  She pulled her dress down and jumped off the rock but her legs buckled from the released tension.  Zack reached down and picked her up. She’d imagined his arms doing exactly this so many times. She just sighed in contentment.

“Sounds good to me, now if we can just get that sexy body of yours into bed before you spontaneously combust.”  He laughed as he kissed her; she looped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his shoulder.

Zack almost fell in the sand carrying her. She kept kissing his neck and nibbling on his earlobes, shaking his equilibrium considerably.  Her cheeks were beautifully flushed, her lips still wet from his kisses.  Zack was hard again.  She was more woman than he ever realized.

They stood locked together while he unlocked the jeep. She was draped around him, still licking and nibbling, moaning and making sexual innuendos into his ear.  Her breath was causing shivers to flash down his body and right into his already stiffened dick.  She was rubbing her pelvis against his hip.  Christ, she was as lit up as a firecracker.  Any moment and she was going to explode, either that, or he would.

His hand shook slightly as he slipped the key into the lock; it went in just as smooth as his cock slipped into her pussy.  Christ, he was a basket case.  He tried to concentrate on what he needed to do right now, which was get them into the car, but all he could think about was getting her naked as soon as possible.

They were driving – or Zack was trying to drive, the problem was that Christine couldn’t keep her hands to herself.  Zack was playing hell trying to shift the gears and keep his pants zipped while her hands were kneading his cock, and unlatching his belt buckle. He was inwardly thanking the gods that he’d remembered to zip the sides and top back on the jeep.  The hotel was less than a mile away.  THANK GOD!!!

“If you don’t slow down those hands on my body, I’m going to kill us both before we get there.  You’ll have to behave while I register.  It will take a good 10-15 minutes, do you think you can keep your body hot that long?”  He was laughing as he was batting her hands away. 

She looked up at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She pulled back, turned around in her seat and leaned over into the back, seemingly looking for something.  Trouble was, as she leaned over, her dress went all the way up and her ass cheeks were exposed right next to Zack.  All she was wearing was a thong, which he’d already fucked her through once.  He could see the moisture from him and her glistening around the crack and on the inside of her leg.   SHIT! He wanted to suck her right now.  He pulled into the parking lot, a spot not surrounded by cars and slammed the brakes on. In one giant movement, he grabbed her around the pelvis with one arm, pushed her dress up the rest of the way and yanked down the thong and thrust his tongue into her crack. She yelped.  “ZACK!”  Her legs parted instinctively to welcome him.

Between licks, he whispered into her heat, “This is your fault you little vixen, you stick that pussy in my face. This is what you get.  Mmmmmmmmmmm.”  His arm moved around the front and his fingers made their way between her legs to thumb her clitoris.  In just a minute she was pushing into his open mouth and writhing, wanting more.  But her hands were still fumbling. 

Zack was so busy eating; he didn’t notice her hands until he felt something flick against his nose.  He glanced quickly; he saw her waving a room card at him.  He laughed against the skin of her ass and nipped it with his teeth.  “You sex maniac, you already have a room.”  He pulled away from her.  “What are we waiting for, lets get you naked and in a bed, pronto.” 

It was a night the likes of which Christine had never known.  Zack was everything she thought he would be, and more, in bed and out of it. After his spontaneous lustful assault on her in the car, he was as true as his word; his goal was to get her naked and in a bed, and boy did he.

Never in her life had she felt so sexually sated and yet so respected as a woman at the same time. His physical stamina was impressive, how he could stay erect so long for the sheer purpose of pleasuring her was unbelievable.  He seemed to be constantly focused on her and that she was peaking before he let go.  He was, without a doubt, the most unselfish lover she’d ever known.

He closed the door on the hotel room after hanging the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulled her up close, and surrounded her mouth with his. His cock was steely hard against her.  “Now, we can get serious about this.”  His voice was raspy, his hands working behind her.  All it took was a few seconds and her dress and bra were on the floor. The thong disappeared somewhere in the jeep along with her shoes.  He pulled back for a moment to gaze down her body; his hands moved with feather light softness down her back to caress her buttocks and then back up her thighs to finally rest on the fullness of each of her breasts. She shivered at his intense perusal. “God, you’re so beautiful. Like a goddess.” He whispered.  His breath was cascading along the curve of her neck, right next to her ear; the bumps rose on her skin.

Christine heard his words and looked in his gorgeous blue-green eyes.  She was immobilized by the unmistakable sincerity in them.  It was funny; she had a few wrinkles, a tiny bulge here or there.  She took good care of her body, but she was 32 years old and had a child. She was far from perfect.  His words floored her.  “Oh Zack, I don’t know what to say.  You render me speechless.”  She smiled softly. She stroked her hands through his soft hair; she loved the feel of the long strands in her fingers.  Lots of women didn’t like long hair on men, but on Zack, she loved it.

His voice was tender but authoritative, “That’s okay, what I want doesn’t require words. Only action.” He took her hand and placed it directly on the growing bulge of his crotch.  Her hand squeezed on the bulge and he groaned. “Oh yes, I’ll give you 4 or 5 hours to stop that.” He chuckled then possessed her lips.  She pulled away only for a moment to respond.

Christine smiled sexily, “Whatever you say.”  She quickly flicked open the belt, at the same time he was ridding himself of his shirt.  In a matter of moments, he was as naked as she was.  He sat down on the end of the bed, pulled her forward, spreading her legs over his lap.

“Straddle me, I want to be deep inside you, Fuck me Christine.” His words were strong and certain.  He placed his mouth over the rosy tip of her breast and pulled gently.

She reached and encircled his stiff prick with her hand and very directly guided into her wet hole.  She sighed in pleasure at the feel of him back inside her again. The quick fuck on the beach had only been the pre-requisite to this; he was large, stiff, and full. He felt divine.  She could stay like this forever.  He was reaching up inside to caress the walls and dance with her cervix. She ground down into him again, her clit rubbing into his pelvis at the base of his cock.   She never felt so at home with sex before.  She started the pace, that wonderful up and down motion, piston and cylinder.  In and out, moisture flowing like a thick jelly surrounding him and filling her.

Every time he would thrust up into her, filling her completely she felt a jolt through the entire lower half of her body as he expanded her walls.  All she could do was moan and try to stay upright.  She was trembling.  It was as if she had a fever. “Oh Zack, I’m burning up.  I want to be on fire with you.”  Her voice was breathy and shaken by the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.  The pace increased the liquid oozing, raising the fever pitch of the fuck. She was gasping for air.

“Christine, stay with me.  It only gets better, we’re just getting started.” He had to heed his own words, he too felt like he was burning from the inside out.  He was groaning, hanging on to her, raining kisses anywhere his lips would reach.   He just kept growing, faster and faster, the bed bouncing in tandem with their movement.  It was building, the heat; he took his finger and slid it between them and slid in into her folds. He rubbed her hot clit just slightly. She snapped her eyes open to look straight at him and she convulsed her walls in and he burst into her again. Burst after molten burst of his heated liquid poured deep inside her.

“Holy Fuck!” He arched his hips up to reach as far inside her as his cock would go.  She pulled on her pelvis and her legs spread even more, lowering her closer to him. Her entire opening flattened against him, grinding her clit down. His finger trapped between them continuing to pull on her orgasm to bring her more into it.  Even with both of their orgasms, they didn’t stop moving, it just felt too fucking great.

Even with the release, Zack was still hard, their bodies shaking and trembling with the force of it all.  But it wasn’t enough. They wanted more.  She pulled out and in that moment, Zack grabbed her by the arm and threw her none too gently on the bed face down.  She was already limp as a noodle anyway so her body just flopped onto the bed.  He rolled onto her back, kissing her backside.  He rose onto his haunches tight between her spread thighs, pulling her ass up and her legs under her spreading them further. Then took his still hard cock and slid it back in. “Ahh, this is the best way to really go deep.” His voice was sure and strong across her back.  He was in deep. He could feel all of her, tight, hot and wet. Oh, so wet.  He knew this was what he needed; never had he ever wanted a woman so much.  He was consumed with need, to be inside.  To fuck her over and over until they collapsed in fulfillment.

Each push was hard and intense.  Christine had lost all hopes of cognizant thought as she was transported into the world of an orgasm filled fuck with Zack Grant.  Her body was no longer her own, it belonged to his cock, pushing her into oblivion, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t breath, her mind a jumble of one crashing jolt of pleasure and ecstasy after another.

Then he erupted, he let go and let his cock release inside her, a torrent rush of hot liquid; he’d been holding back, wanting to give her everything his body had to offer.  He didn’t know how many times she came, but if her screaming and moaning was any indication, he felt confident she’d arrived.  He slowed his pace as he felt his body start to relax. 

He gazed down at her back and how silky golden brown her skin was.  He had to smile, and then he noticed it.  He started to laugh.  “Christine, is this a tattoo I see back here on your oh so beautiful ass?” He took his hand, still trembling from the force of the sex. His finger encircled the little unicorn inside a lacey heart. 

Zack pulled out of her and she turned over. They pulled the covers over as he pulled up next to her; she brought her shaking leg up to lay across his lower midsection. In a matter of moments they were all wrapped together in a mixture of limbs. Christine snuggled her lips into his neck and laid her hand on his well-sculpted chest, both of their bodies were trembling from the sheer force of what had just transpired. 

Christine smiled up at him.  “Yes it’s a tattoo from my wild and crazy days.  It’s one of three, if you must know.”  She said mischievously, her eyes twinkling.

“You have two others? Where are they?” Zack asked.

She giggled, “I’m not going to tell you, you’ll have to discover them all on your own.”

Zack laughed out loud, “Fuck woman, I don’t have the strength at the moment, you have drained me of all viable energy. But rest assured, I’ll find them.  No matter where they are.  I have only just begun to explore the adventures to be found in you.”  Zack knew she’d changed his life.  What was he going to do now?  This woman was the forever kind. Was he? He sure liked to think so.

THE END

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