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  In his mindless euphoria, he was aware that she held her own breasts, pulling at the nipples, doubling her pleasure, prolonging the joy. Overwhelmed, he sat up and pulled her close, shaking with the sweetest release he had ever experienced. Libby held his head, wiped the sweat from his brow, pushed his hair back and kissed him right between the eyes. “There is no one like you. What did I ever do to deserve the gift of these precious days with you? Until my dying day, I will treasure every second that I’ve spent in your arms.” Hugging him close, she caressed him until he calmed.

  “Libby, you’ve taken me by surprise. I never expected to find anyone like you.” Reverently, he framed her face and touched their lips together in a tender kiss. He lay back, pulling her down with him. Still intimately joined, she lay on his chest, mindlessly rubbing her fingers over his upper arm. Aron wanted to say more, but when he looked down – his baby was fast asleep.

  The next morning Libby said that she felt as good as new. She was still getting up at least an hour before everybody else and they were all becoming fat and happy from her exquisite cooking. Aron had woke up with a whole host of things he wanted to do. Primarily, he intended to learn as much about Miss Fontaine as possible. He was going to take her out on the town and take her camping. In Aron’s own cowboy way, he planned on wooing Libby.

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  Libby was worried to death. Something was wrong, Aron had changed. As she put together Nathan’s brown bag lunch, she weighed her options. What she wanted, she couldn’t have. She wanted Aron. She wanted a future. Libby wanted to live on Tebow and get pregnant with Aron’s children. Libby wanted to live.

  Okay, so she hadn’t been given a death sentence. After all, she was in remission. In three weeks she would have a check-up and if all still looked good, well then – who was to say that she wouldn’t live to be eighty? Holding on to the cabinet door, she pinched the wood so tightly, she wouldn’t have been surprised to find marks.

  “Libby?” It was Nathan. “Do you have some lunch for me?”

  Behind Nathan came Aron and Jacob, they were headed to a cattle auction. Aron had asked her to go along, but she had promised herself that today would be the day that she made a detailed grocery list. The pantry and freezer were beginning to need refilling. Next, she would have to find out the logistics of how she would get there and how to pay for the food. It hurt Libby to have to ask those questions; she wished more than anything that these men were her family and that taking care of them was more than just her job.

  Seeing Aron, reminded Libby that she needed to talk to Nathan at the first opportunity and remind him of her temporary status. Handing Nathan his lunch, she answered. “I sure do, big man. Ham and cheese sandwiches, apple chips and lemon bars. Does that sound like something you’d like?” Nathan stepped forward and clasped her around the waist.

  “Thanks Libs,” he had heard Aron call her that. “And thanks for helping me with that paper last night. You are really smart. I didn’t know there was so many different Indian tribes living in Texas back long years ago. And that program saved my life, it made everything a lot easier. I don’t know what we ever did before you came along.”

  Returning his hug, she looked guiltily at the men watching her. Why did she feel like she was doing something wrong? Trying to do as Aron asked, she cleared her throat and began. ”You did just fine before I came. Miss Bess took great care of you and when I’m gone, she’ll be right here taking good care of you again. You know I don‘t want to leave, but I have to. This is your home and Bess’s; I’m just merely passing through.” Patting Nathan on the back, she looked up at Aron with a small smile and an expectant look, seeking his approval. She was trying to do as he asked.

  Aron excused himself from his brother and whacked Nathan on the shoulder as he left to catch the bus. His baby was looking at him with the saddest eyes. He knew that she was just doing as he had asked; she was trying to remind Nathan that her time on Tebow would soon draw to a close. Well, to hell with that!

  He should never have asked her to distance herself from any of them. He was a fool, and it was time this fool set things straight. She had turned away from him and was watching Nathan walk toward the road. He slipped up behind her and caught her back against him. She melted into him like butter on toast. “Did I please you?”

  Turning her in his arms, he pushed her back and back until he had her cornered in the butler’s pantry. “You have pleased me in countless ways, Libby: the heat of your kisses pleases me, the feel of your pebbled nipple on my tongue pleases me, the grip of your pussy around my aching cock pleases the hell out of me.” He held her flat against the wall, both of her hands captive in one of his. Touching his forehead to hers, he pinned her down. “But, I find that what you did this morning, telling Nathan we would get along just fine without you – that pleased me not at all.” Aron growled out the last words.

  Straining to read his expression, Libby was confused. “I did as you asked, Aron. I reminded Nathan that I was leaving, and that Bess would be back where she belonged.”

  “I know you did as I asked, but you didn’t take one thing into consideration.” Peppery little kisses began to rain all over her face, he was obsessed with conveying to her how much he cherished her.

  “What’s that?” He had magical kisses. Libby arched her neck, giving him full access to her neck, and when he dipped down to the open neck of her T-shirt, she shamelessly thrust her breasts against him, begging for him to take his petting to the next level.

  Aron laid his head on her shoulder, allowed her to lower her hands and she immediately settled them around his waist. He said nothing for a few moments, then he spoke softly, “You didn’t take into consideration that I am fool, I can’t stand the thought of you leaving. Sweetheart, I don’t ever want you to leave.” Dropping to his knees, he nudged her shirt up with his nose and he kissed her soft, flat belly.

  Libby was shaking. Cradling his head in her hands, she turned his face up to look at her. “Aron, it’s okay. I know that Bess is coming back and I know that there’s no legitimate place for me here.”

  “You’re wrong. There is a place for you here. In my home, in my room, in my bed, but most importantly - - in my heart.” Damn! He was about to make a declaration in the crappin pantry. Without asking, he picked her up and headed for the upstairs.

  “Aron, it’s not even eight o’clock. We just got up and you have to leave for an auction in less than an hour.” Not that she was complaining, she would never, ever turn down a chance to love on Aron.

  “I realize that, but I forgot to do something last night.” Thank goodness his door was open, he didn’t want to slow down long enough to open it, but he did kick it closed. “I can work wonders in an hour.”

  “Yes, you can.” she agreed with him. “You are a master of the erotic experience, a connoisseur of caresses, an oracle of orgasms . . . . . .” Aron tackled her and for a few wonderful moments, they wrestled around on the bed. “It’s not fair. . .” Libby gasped.

  Aron straddled her, holding her immobile. “What’s not fair, baby?” Smiling like the devil, he was.

  “You’re so much bigger than me, I don’t have a chance.” she breathed.

  “You like me bigger,” he teased, wiggling his groin against her privates.

  “Well, true.” He had her full attention. Lord, he was an irresistible force.

  Aron sobered, climbing off and stretching out beside her. “You like me bigger because I can take care of you.”

  She stared into his eyes; they were the color of a summer storm. “I’ve enjoyed that sensation, yes.” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words that would lay claim to him. She didn’t have any right to expect his care. She was temporary.

  “Let me take care of you now, baby.” Slowly, he undressed her, kissing each exposed area gently before moving on. Next, he shed his own clothing. No words were necessary; he knew that she wanted the same thing he did.

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e pulled her into his lap. He placed her smooth back to his front. His organ was distended to such a degree that when she opened her legs, he slid right between them. He didn’t enter her channel; he just eased into the pink glistening folds until her clitoris was riding high on the head and she could look between her legs and see the weeping tip of his penis. Opening the drawer of his nightstand he took out a little vial of oil. “What’s that?” curiosity got the best of her.

  “Massage oil.” his voice was husky with desire.

  “What are you going to massage?”

  “You.”

  “Oh.”

  He rubbed the oil on his hands. A little earthquake of excitement shivered up her spine. He felt the tremble, and he chuckled, knowing that she was dying of anticipation. “I smell chocolate.”

  “My favorite flavor.” he confirmed her answer. “No, I take that back – it used to be my favorite flavor. Now it’s number two.” Nipping her shoulder blade, he clarified. “You are my favorite flavor. But, to be specific, the scent I’m about to massage into your soft skin is Chocolate Crème Brule.”

  “Sounds yummy.” Actually, it did. Several places on her body were calling for a taste.

  He rubbed the oil into his hands and she practically shouted hallelujah when he cupped her breasts. From this angle all she could do was lay back and enjoy. Dang! There were so many things to enjoy; she decided to count the ways. One; his chest felt glorious against her back as she slowly moved from left to right and back again. Two; those talented hands were shaping and kneading her breasts as if they were molding clay and he was creating a masterpiece. Third; her vagina was opening like a night blooming flower, offering his manhood a good time and close quarters. “Aron, it’s too much.”

  “No, it’s not.” He proceeded to love her from head to toe. Sinking his teeth into her neck, he held her still like a stallion would a mare. With his forefingers, he traced circles around her nipples – wide, concentric circles that shrunk with each lap.

  “Please, please.” she begged. If he didn’t touch her nipples, she thought she just might scream. The warmth of his hands and her body combined to heat the fragrance so that the chocolate smelled like hot fudge. “Nipples, Aron, please pinch my nipples,”

  “My Libby’s a little wild-woman,” he growled approvingly. He rewarded her boldness. Taking both nipples between his fingers, he rolled them, arousing her to frantic heights. Twisting her head back, she blindly sought his lips. Aron feasted at her mouth, sucking on her tongue, as he manipulated her breasts into trembling mounds of passion. Her cream was anointing his cock, proclaiming a desperate need for his brand of possession.

  In a fever-pitch, she was totally uninhibited, abandoning all pretense of propriety. “I’ve got to have you, Aron. Please, come inside me – I’m so empty.” She undulated her hips in supplication. “Take me, sweetheart, don’t make me wait. I need you so.” Libby was pleading, begging for his love.

  Aron lifted her, his penis rose up, seeking her heat like a moth to a flame. She opened to him, her vulva swollen and flushed a deep rose. With a moan of relief, her body stretched to receive the full length and breadth of his pulsating staff. Almost immediately she flew apart, he literally had to hold on tight to keep her from catapulting out of his arms. She shook, her body shuddering with intense spasms. Aron was amazed at her ability to give herself over to him; taking whatever he offered and giving him more than he ever dreamed he could demand. “That’s my good girl. That’s my baby.”

  Her unmitigated enthusiasm was a powerful aphrodisiac. Aron became a mad man; his hips pistoning in and out of her like an out of control jack-hammer. Laying back flat on the bed, he pulled Libby back with him. “Stay with me, cowgirl,” he encouraged as he bent his knees to give her body something to push down against. Using her breasts as the world’s most glorious hand-holds, he moved her up and down on his shaft, her whole body sliding up and down the full length of his torso. Wrapping a leg over each of his, she moved in tandem with him until he screamed his fulfillment. Shivers and jerks of pure pleasure made her whole body quiver in response to his powerful climax. They lay quietly for a time, until he coaxed her to turn over on top of him. There was something he had to say and there was no better time than the present. “Libby, look at me.”

  She was wonderfully sated, but lifted her eyes to meet his. Unable to resist, she shifted upward to place her lips softly on his. One sweet heartbeat later, she whispered. “You have made me so happy, Aron.”

  “Libby,” he began, but she interrupted him.

  “Aron, I want to have a few adventures. Would it make you mad if Joseph taught me how to sky dive?”

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  “What?” he bellowed so loud, he almost knocked her out of bed. He had been about to proclaim his undying love and she was thinking of ways to kill herself.

  “He assures me that it will be perfectly safe.” She was biting that lower lip with those pearly white little teeth and looking like she was anticipating an ice cream cone.

  “Libby. . . “

  “And, I know you nixed the idea at first, but tonight – I’d really like to ride Isaac’s motorcycle with him to the pool hall. He’s going to teach me how to play snooker.” She was lying right on top of him, her chin held up in her hands, her eyes wide open and twinkling. If she had asked him for the deed to Tebow right then, he would have signed it over. God, what he wouldn’t do for her.

  “Why are you so determined to live like there’s no tomorrow?”

  His innocent question ripped a hole in Libby’s heart.

  “None of us are promised tomorrow, Aron. I want to live today, just in case there is no tomorrow. But, rest assured. All of this other stuff is just fluff. I want to do it, don’t get me wrong. I have a battle to fight and an enemy to face, so I want to enjoy my life now – today.” Taking his face in her hands, she held him still, so there was no chance that he could miss what she had to say. “But, what you have given me – the gift of you – puts the rest of it to shame.” With one last smacking kiss, she jumped up and started to hurriedly redress. He lay there, sort of numb struck. What had happened? He had been about to declare his unending devotion and now the love of his life was off to bar-hop and throw herself out of an airplane.

  “Libby, I nearly had an apoplectic fit when you took a baby spill off a fourteen year old nag.”

  She didn’t do it often, so she didn’t do it well, but what the hay! Libby proceeded to pout. Her bottom lip snuck out from her top lip, just a tiny fraction, and she made her eyes round and sad.

  It didn’t take much, he couldn’t stand it. “Come here.” He held out his arms. The fact that he was still outstandingly naked, just added to the hug appeal. She bounded across the room to him.

  Catching her, he held her close. “I’ll be careful, I promise.

  “I have conditions.” He rubbed her back, wishing he could tie her to the bed and keep her there. That flash of fantasy almost made him forget what he was about to say. Libby… tied to a bed……

  “What conditions?” She didn’t sound resentful at all. In fact, she sounded pleased that he cared enough to demand them. She spoke from the comfort of his lap, her head resting on his wide shoulder.

  “You jump attached to Joseph.” He was serious about that part. “And I wait at the landing spot with a truck load of mattresses.”

  He felt her body vibrate with giggles against his chest. “What else?”

  “You can ride Isaac’s motorcycle if you wear a helmet, and if he doesn’t drive any faster than thirty-five miles an hour.” Her little fist tapped him lightly on the chest.

  “Okay, forty-five.” Hey, he was being generous here.

  “Anymore?”

  “Yes, he can teach you to play snooker. But no tequila shots and I will come and check on you at some point in the evening.”

  Big sigh. “All right, Mother.” Frankly, it felt fabulous to be cherished. God, how she would enjoy a lifetime of his brand of loving.

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nbsp; Something large and hard poked her in the thigh. “I am not your mother.”

  “No kidding.”

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  Aron tried to put the pieces together. He had a monumental task on his hands. Winning the hand of the exquisite Libby Fontaine was going to require dedication and concentration.

  Something was not right. Aron decided that he would corner her and make her talk about herself. No, he had to be more subtle than that.

  “Do you like that bull?” Jacob pointed to the spotted longhorn that was standing on the auction block, ready to be bought by the highest bidder.

  Shit! He had lost track of where he was, much less what was for sale. “What do you think?” Aron put the monkey back on his brother’s back.

  “You’re not paying a bit of attention are you?” Jacob knew Aron.

  “No, I’m worrying about Libby.” He really was; she was hiding something monumental from him, and he didn’t know why.

  “What about Libby?” He forgot to hide the concern in his voice. Aron picked up on it right away.

  “You know something, don’t you, you scoundrel?” Why was it that Jacob was closer in some ways to his lover than he was?

  “What I know, I can’t tell.” At least Jacob was honest. And hard-headed.

  “If you keep information from me, and I end up losing her – I’ll never forgive you.” Aron laid his cards on the table.

  Jacob let out a tortured breath. “Let me think about it.”

  “Don’t wait too long.” Aron admonished him.

  “You’re a smart guy,” Jacob encouraged him. “See if you can’t figure it out.”