Hot Sultry Days and Front Porches

Do you like hot sultry days and front porches?

 Grab a rocking chair on my porch and visit with Margo and Jay, two folks with too much in common and problems they can't ignore anymore.

Margo loves her daughters and her family. She once loved Jay, but Jay wanted adventure and danger more than he wanted a life with her and a family.

Jay was her first love and she can't forget the way he could push her buttons and make her want him. At first she thinks his pending visit home for their daughter's 21 birthday is her biggest problem. She soon learns he presents a bigger danger. He could break their youngest daughter's heart, since he doesn't believe she is his.

Jay wishes Margo would tell her youngest daughter the truth, so he won't need to pretend he is her father. He has forgiven Margo but finds it difficult to pretend. If she would tell the truth they could start over and he and the kid could have a special relationship based on truth.

Excerpt 1

Morning slapped me in the face. I opened one gritty eye. Huge mistake. Pounding racket sent jabs of pain through my skull. Light poured in through my bedroom windows. I tried to turn from the light, but even slight movement hurt. My stomach roiled. How the hell could I get to the bathroom and still keep my head on my shoulders?

“Go the hell away,” Carol croaked.

Carol? I turned to see my best friend in the whole world. As the word lesbian eased through my mind, I reached out to grab it and make sense. Even thinking made my head hurt. My face ached when a frown tried to slide over it. Aw, crap!

“My bed, dumb-ass,” I muttered. “At least I thought I said that because even that hurt. If I lived through this I’d never drink too much again.

“Not you, the creep trying to break down your door.” She raised her head an inch, but fell back on her pillow. “You gotta turn down the volume on your freaking doorbell.”

“Ah, the ringing in my ears.” My voice sounded way too scratchy. I desperately needed water, I needed to pee, but my stomach threatened to empty if I left my soft bed.

“Oh, God,” I gasped as I fumbled around. Still wearing my sweats, I launched my body off the bed and toward the bathroom.

Thoughts of frozen strawberry daiquiris and the word lesbian flipped through my mind again, then all I could think about was the wish that I could lie down on the bathroom floor and die there.

Excerpt 2

I headed to my in-laws’ to get Dee on Friday evening. Why had she asked her dad to pick her up from school today and take to her grandparent’s house?

Jay’s parents were always glad to see Dee and treated me like a daughter, so I didn’t usually mind going to their house. Maybe Jay would be out with his old high school pals and I’d manage to miss him again.

Lady Luck sometimes deserted me and tonight she laughed at me. Jay met my car in the driveway before I could get out. Calling ahead hadn’t helped, after-all. I sat with my door open and Jay squatting to put us at eye level. This afternoon he looked so much like the boy I knew in high school and college. His white tee shirt stretched across broad shoulders. His arms stretched so he could grip the window frame and his grin made the corners of my own mouth twitch to answer his smile with one of my own. Instead, my teacher demeanor, read prim and proper, made me feel aloof and confident.

“Hey, Mags, need something?”

He could make a simple greeting sound like an invitation to have sex. Or did I just hear that because I hadn’t had sex in at least three years. Yeah, that was it, I was just horny.

“Just my daughter.”

His flinch said I made a bulls-eye, ten points for me.

“So, if you’ll move away, I’ll say hello to your folks and take Dee home.”

He said nothing as he straightened, but he didn’t move away. His hands still griped the top of the car above me. Again, he presented me with a great view of his jeans zipper placket and a bulge that looked like he was horny, too.

Of course, he always seemed determined to get into my panties so he could say I was easy and available. My throat went dry at the memories of us hot and sweaty and wrapped around each other.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed my seat back so I could get out. Moving past him wasn’t going to be easy, but I couldn’t let the jerk think he could trap me like a frightened kitten.

The body contact as I twisted up and flush with him sent shocks through me and through him, too, judging by his expression and the way he caught his breath. So close I could count his eyelashes and the gold flecks in his eyes, I sucked in a needed breath. Yep, my breasts pressed into his chest and his shock changed to desire. Good.

“Excuse me,” I forced the words past my parched lips. Then I licked them before I ducked under his arm and called out to anyone who could hear me.

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Can you want someone who has done something unforgivable?  Is there an expiration date on sexual attraction?

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