When Ethan, her childhood sweetheart, turns up on her doorstep, Kendra must learn to love or risk losing him once again.
Kendra, a regular member of the Winchester Widows Sex Club, is perfectly happy with the life she has built since the loss of her husband. Sure, one of her lovers is leaving to start a new life, but she still has her regular, Chip, and there’s even a new guy in the club to keep her occupied. She doesn’t get attached—and that suits her just fine.
But when her first love, Ethan, turns up on her doorstep, he brings with him painful memories of secrets and lies—feelings that Kendra has safely tucked away for years.
Can she allow him back into her life and her bed without those pesky little feelings getting in the way? Is her carefree existence not as liberated and uncomplicated as it first appears? Maybe Ethan is just what she needs to finally open her heart to love.
General Release Date: 22nd June 2021
“Say my name.” Striding up behind me and about to enter me for the very last time, Military Guy had suddenly decided he had demands. “Just for tonight, call me by my name.”
“Uh…” He looked a bit like a Josh. Think, Kendra. I searched the dregs of my mind. “I like Military Guy. It suits you.”
He lifted my arms one at a time, placing them on the wall like he was going to do a body search. “You don’t know it, do you?”
“I do. I just… Well, you know I don’t get involved—names, family and all… I don’t do that. You know this.”
He traced a finger down my spine, making me flinch. “Three months, Kendra. Three months I’ve been sleeping in your bed at least once a week, and you don’t even know my name.”
“Sleeping?” Yeah, that wasn’t exactly what I’d have called it. “Josh?” I proffered.
“Josh! Do I look like a Josh? You’ve got to be kidding me. This is not going to go unpunished.” He pulled my butt toward his crotch, rubbed his coarse hands around my cheeks, then slapped gently, but it was sharp enough to sting. “Try again.”
He slid his cock, hard and ready, under me, waiting to take me again. Fuck. My mind was a complete blank. Why don’t I listen more?
“Nick?” Slap. “Matt?” He chuckled and slapped again. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the name on his uniform. “Dan. It’s Dan.”
A warm body lay over my back, enveloping me, “Say my name,” he whispered in my ear as he entered me from behind.
“Oh, Daniel.” It purred out of my mouth as he thrust into me. He snaked his hand around and under my belly, holding me to him. “Fuck me, Daniel.” He found my clit with his fingers, and I grasped the wall as he filled me.
Daniel was a strong, powerful man, who looked like he was made of ninety percent muscle. Lifting and holding me to him while he thrust into my body came easily to him.
He pulled out then turned me around “I want to look at you if it’s going to be the last time.” Lifting me, he lowered me onto his dick with my arms splayed out behind me, steadying me, my legs wrapped around his trim waist.
He grabbed me and slowed, grinding and turning until he found the perfect position. Ecstasy. Only Daniel could make me come without touching my clit. He just had to find my G-spot, and I was putty in his big, strong hands.
Who taught you this? How do you know?
He teased me, listening to my rapid breaths, bending his head to suck on my breasts. “I want to make you come so you’ll never forget me.” He yanked his crotch forward, changing the angle.
“Fuck.” A million nerve endings screamed at the same time as I did, sending a jolt through my body. The man was a machine, twisting and contorting his body, carrying me with his bare hands and making me writhe with pleasure. I threw back my head and screamed his name as my pussy tightened around him and sent waves of pleasure crashing onto his dick.
“Shit.” He spun around as he came, unable to hold me, his legs giving way with the strength of his own orgasm. “Shit, Kendra. You wipe me out every time.”
Lowering me gently onto the bed, he slipped off the condom and flopped down next to me, completely spent.
“I’m going to miss you, Daniel.”
“You’re going to miss this dick.” He thrust his crotch, his tired cock doing a final dance of honor.
“No, seriously. I know I don’t say these things—the cute, girlfriend-type things—but I’ll still miss you.”
“It doesn’t have to be over.”
Oh, bless his heart.
“Of course it does. You’re going to go save the world, fall in love with a sweet, young woman, buy a nice little house with a white picket fence and have lots of cute babies. That’s how it should be.”
He enveloped me in his toned arm and, for once, I left it there and settled down to sleep. I wasn’t usually much of a hugger, but this was a special night.
“Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.” Training over, I was giving Dan his marching orders…straight out of my life.
People leave. I’d come to expect it. When my husband had died suddenly a few years back, it was almost as if I’d been wondering why he hadn’t done it earlier.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… Don’t get attached. No names, no families. It’s better that way.
* * * *
There’s something about a man in uniform. Rolling onto my back, I grabbed my cup of coffee, sipping at it as I took in the view.
“You sure you don’t want to come?” His tie was giving him some difficulty. He’d already done and undone it three times.
“I want you there.”
“People will think I’m your mother or something.” I’d always proclaimed loudly that the age difference didn’t bother me—but of course it did. Sleeping together was one thing, but hanging off the arm of a twenty-year-old was a whole other ball game. Who wants to be that woman?
“Let them. I don’t care. What if I get sent somewhere dangerous and never come back?” Seriously, he’s pulling the sympathy card? He had a point but still, where did I draw the line? First, it’s public outings then the next thing you know I’ll be shopping for candles and cushion covers in IKEA.
He shrugged, giving up, and bent down to kiss me goodbye, his tie dangling over me like a little chain to be pulled. I couldn’t resist grabbing it, drawing him closer to me.
“I’m going to be late.”
“Hey, I remembered your name. You owe me. And that uniform is doing things to me. Dirty things.” He doth protest too much, because the bulge underneath those smart military pants was telling me they’d be off again in a few seconds.
Lifting the bed sheet, he leaned over and licked the tips of my nipples. I had him dead to rights.
Rolling onto him, pinning his strong muscular body on my bed with my skinny little thighs, I loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. Scooting down, I undid his belt and zipper and tugged at his perfectly ironed uniform pants, releasing his sentry pole—to coin the appropriate military term for it. “I see you’re standing to attention, soldier.”
“Ready to invade enemy territory?”
He went to war with my body, and it didn’t stand a chance. Thirty minutes later he pulled on his pants for the second time that morning, kissed me goodbye and paraded out of the bedroom—and out of my life.