Chapter Two
“I miss sex.” Yvonne handed her friend Carol a caramel latte and propped her butt against the counter while she stared moodily out the front window of Carol’s flower shop. For once, not even the sweet scent of earlicheer and the sight of bunches of tulips, standing like soldiers on parade in their containers, cheered her.
Carol’s brown eyes twinkled from beneath a fringe that badly needed a trim. “I suppose we could give up on men and have sex together.”
Yvonne flashed a broad grin at her friend. “Thanks for the offer, sweetie, but I like the working parts of a man. They might look weird face-to-face but I miss touching them.”
“Well if it’s just touching you want, I’m sure there are any number of Clare men who’d volunteer their man bits for you to grope.”
“Ha!” Yvonne sipped her coffee and frowned out the window when she saw four women enter the bookstore. She crossed her fingers. If any more people entered the café, she’d need to end her break early. This time of the morning, after the breakfast trade, there was normally a lull. “I miss sex with Nolan.”
“We put a hex on his male parts. We made gingerbread men and poked skewers in his likeness, remember? His tools don’t work any longer.”
Yvonne sighed. “I know. He came into the store yesterday and asked me for a date in front of everyone. I basically told him where to go, but he arrived at the house last night after I’d put the boys to bed.” She heaved out another hard breath. “He rubbed my feet and watched a movie with me.Romancing the Stone.”
Carol’s eyes widened. “Without complaining?”
Yvonne nodded. “And he asked me and the boys to go to the agricultural show on Sunday.”
“Wow, sounds serious if he’s taking you out in public instead of sneaking around.”
“I don’t think I can do this dance again. He broke things off with me to do the show and pretty much ignored me. His mother doesn’t like me, and I don’t understand what’s going on with him now. He’s changed the rules.”
Carol set down her coffee, picked up a piece of greenery and deftly poked it into her spring arrangement. She stood back and circled the piece before giving a decisive nod. “What do you want? You didn’t like the sneaking around before.”
“I want…” Yvonne paused and wrinkled her nose while she considered the possibilities. “I want a friends with benefits arrangement. I want lots of kinky, hot sex without complications, but I refuse to turn into a dirty little secret again.”
“So preempt him. Before whatever he has in mind goes any further, spell out your rules. Tell him what you want instead of waiting for him to dick you around like he did last time.”
The door opened and an elderly gentleman stepped inside. He frowned down at his hay covered boots and halted on the mat. His checked shirt and mud-splattered jeans, along with the boots signaled his farmer occupation.
“Don’t mention dicks,” Yvonne muttered in a low voice. “I’m frustrated enough already.”
Carol barked out a single laugh before greeting her customer. “How can I help you, Mr. Rogers?”
“It’s my anniversary next week.” He produced a photo from his pocket and held it out. “Can you make my Martha a posy like the one in the photo?”
Carol took the photo and studied it. “Daisies. I can do that for you easily enough.”
While Carol discussed the order with her customer, Yvonne sipped her coffee and thought about sex and Nolan.
Friends with benefits.
That would be perfect. If she knew the rules going in, her heart would remain stanch instead of getting trampled beneath Nolan’s gumboots.Yeah.She’d tell him what she wanted when she wanted, and if he didn’t play by her rules he could find another tame woman to prime his man parts.
“I want sex,” Yvonne said the second Nolan entered her house. She shut the door with a firm click and turned to him, crowding into his personal space.
Bemused at the change in her attitude—her willingness—he took half a step back, and his spine connected with the wall. She kept coming until her breasts pressed against his chest and her hands curled around his biceps. His dick twitched with interest, and when her lips covered his, all his blood shot south, crowding into his cock in a pained rush.
Her kiss was skilled, familiar, her lips firm over his. Her tongue traced his bottom lip and danced across the seam in a bold demand for entrance. He, of course, didn’t have an ounce of argument in him—not with his cock directing proceedings. His hands skimmed down her back and settled on her lush arse. He pulled her tight to his hardness, his mind racing with fervent prayers of thanks.
God, it had been so long. This woman, she did it for him, and the months since they’d last been together told him he couldn’t—wouldn’t—settle for a replacement.
She was it.
He loved the taste of her, the look of her and her quick mind kept him entertained. Oh yeah. She was perfect for him, and he didn’t give a flying fuck what his mother thought. He was an adult, and this time he intended to go after his treasure.
Yvonne.
