The Candy Bar Liaison Read Free Page B

He felt her walls grip him tighter, and ecstasy zipped through his rod and into his abdomen. Her sleeve spasmed around his member, faster and faster still. Jill screamed out his name and melted into the mattress.
    Cory pumped harder, milking the last of his spunk into her core and fell over her body, breathing hard.
    “I’ve,” she gasped, “never had anyone make me feel like that.”
    “I love you,” he said, panting. He withdrew from her body and spooned in behind her.
    “I love you too,” she said. “Ever since I first walked into the store to steal candy bars.” She giggled. “I’ll never look at another candy bar the same way again—and I’m all sticky too!”
    He leaned up on one elbow and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Want me to lick it off?”
    She gaped at him. “No! I need to rest—please!”
    His chuckles melded with hers. “When do you want to get married?”
    The faint strains of Pitbull’s Go Girl penetrated the bedroom.
    “Shoot.” Jill rose up. “That’s my cell’s ring tone.”
    “Let it ring,” he said, reaching for her.
    “I can’t.” A nervous note filled her voice. “I got that phone so someone could call me should something happen to Mom.” She scooted across the sheets and stepped through the doorway.
    Although exhausted, Cory sat up and watched her root through the pockets of the skirt she’d discarded in the dining room. She answered the phone, listened, nodded, then said, “Is Mom okay?” She listened for another minute or so. A grim expression settled over her aristocratic features. “Yeah...well, I’ll call Mom before I leave tomorrow.” Silence. “No,” she said. “I won’t be at her funeral. Thanks for calling.”
    She returned to the room and flopped down on the bed to stare up at the ceiling.
    “Is your mother all right?”
    “Yes,” she replied, her tone weary. “Aunt Rachel died.”
    “Oh. I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be. She was a horrible and cruel person. The only reason she let Mom live with her was because she controlled Mom’s disability checks.”
    Realization hit Cory. Groaning, he said, “Ah, now everything makes more sense.”
    A tear slipped free of Jill’s eye. “It was too expensive to put Mom into one of those nice homes where someone would be with her all the time, and even one of lower style nursing homes was too expensive.” She sighed. “It was another reason I let Aunt Rachel force me out. If she’d take care of Mom and keep her mouth shut to her—since she had her money, of course—then I didn’t have to worry about Mom’s welfare. I’ll be there for Mom over the next few days, but I’ll have to arrange for someone to take her to Aunt Rachel’s funeral. I can’t bear to see the woman—dead or alive.”
    “Oh, Jill...I’m so sorry.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him, molding her curves to his body. “What happens to your mom now?”
    “I don’t know.” A soft sob escaped her. “I don’t have any money. The homes are all too expensive....”
    “What if we move her in with us?”
    “Wh-what?”
    He nodded, his head bumping hers. “Why not? If she has money coming in for her disability, we could hire someone to help us with her care. I have more than enough money saved for a down payment on a home. We’ll just shop for a house that has plenty of room.”
    Another sob escaped her, but relief filled this one. Jill turned into his arms and cried against his chest.
    “Thank you,” she said after her tears abated.
    “Hey, people who love one another do whatever it takes to make the other happy and make things work.” He leaned back and looked down into her watery eyes. “You never did answer my question.”
    “What question?” A slight furrow appeared on her smooth brow.
    “When do you want to get married?”
    “Tonight?” she joked.
    “Done.”
    “What?” Jill gaped at him.
    Laughter burst from Cory. He sat up and stared at her flummoxed expression. “Bryant is