Harvest Moons Read Free Page B

so tight against her, seeped through her clothes to her skin, making
her hot, making her want to be naked, skin to skin. She slid her arms around
his neck and he lifted her, setting her on the sturdy worktable by the door. She
pulled open her shirtwaist, kissing him with desperate hunger that he matched.
Then her apron was untied, her shirtwaist off and his mouth was at her breast.
He captured a nipple and sucked it deep, flicking her with a wet tongue, each
movement causing waves of delight that pulsed through her.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured against her
neck, his long fingers exploring her breasts.
     Polly wanted more, wanted him closer. She
yanked her skirt up and unbuttoned the center panel of her pantaloons, yanked, uncaring
of ripped buttonholes. His hand found hers as she worked her pantaloons open
and then his fingers found her wet swollen nub, and caressed her firmly.
    “Can you get pregnant?” His raspy tone
thrilled her.
    “No.” She almost paused her exploration
of the hard muscles of his stomach. Shimmers could have part-human children?
     “In me,” she whispered reaching for his
hard length, gliding her hand up and down, circling the head testing so thickness
and strength.
    “Yes.”  And he was inside her, a deep
thick filling that suited her in every way. She wrapped her legs around his
hips and moved within him, seeking a fulfillment that swept though her in an
exquisite rush.
    Afterward they rested together, breathing
hard, still joined. A rustle startled them. Polly flipped her skirt down and dragged
on her shirtwaist.
    A Skalzi female, wrapped in along gauzy
robe and hood, and two Sklazi children lifted the tub of fruit Polly had left
outside the enclosure. The female looked at them, her reflective eyes lit by
the moonlight even through her gauze. She paused as though startled to see them
and pulled both children closer. The three froze.
    “It-it’s all right. You may have the cherries,”
Polly said, pointing to the tub. She wasn’t sure the woman understood. The
woman stared at her, then bowed low. She lifted the tub and the three glided
away.
    “That’s the first time I’ve seen one. I
know they visit, but… Hoggart had seen them before. They didn’t worry him.” Polly
bit her tongue for bringing up her deceased husband when she’d just been
intimate with Fallon.
    He dipped his head for a moment then
looked right into her eyes. “I am so sorry.  Didn’t think… you just lost your
husband.”
    There was a tinge of anguish in his
voice. He’s remembering losing is wife . “It is all right, really.”  
     “Maureen’s been gone five years.” He
looked away from her out into the night. “This was the first time…” his words
trailed away.
    “The first time you were with another
woman?”
    “Yes.”
     She felt the need to be honest, at least
with something, to ease his sadness in some small way. “Hoggart and I…we were
not a love match. We married because it was advantageous to us. He needed help
on the Steading, I was tired of cooking in a restaurant... He drank heavily
these past months…I did not know that about him when we married. So things were
difficult. I do not mourn him like you mourned your wife.”
    He was silent then nodded. He turned to
her with a slight smile and her breath caught, once again at the sheer male
presence of him. “You lost a whole tub of fruit.”
    She waved back toward the vines. “I think
I will still get two more tubs like that from these vines. Unless the weather
changes abruptly.”
    “Come, I will walk you to your house. In
case there are volves about this night.” He held her hand as they walked
through the yard to her back porch. At her door he brushed a feather kiss over
her cheek. “I will send the boys with my private call code. In case you need me
for any reason.”
    She nodded, her throat suddenly tight.
    He shimmered into a stallion and galloped
away.
    ~**~
     
    Polly loaded her pie basket into the flitter,
then