Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

asleep, he entered her from behind and began the gentle, soothing, rocking strokes that brought her to climax again and again, as though in a dream.
    When she awoke in the morning, the sunlight was streaming in through the tall windows, falling across the bed and her naked breasts. The buttons had come undone during the night, or perhaps they’d had some help! She started to jump out of bed, but Jamie threw his muscled leg across her lower body, pinning her in place. “It’s too late for that, cher. That horse has left the barn,” he said matter-of-factly. “Did you honestly think I would make love to only half of you?” He kissed first one breast and then the other tenderly. “Do you think these puny little scars make you less of a woman? That I can’t see beyond them to the beautiful, strong, loving, responsive woman you are? If you do, I’m going to paddle your butt.” His expression was menacing, and she thought he just might do it.
    “Oh, Jamie, they’re so ugly,” she cried, taking his threat only half seriously.
    “Not to me,” he replied. He slowly ran his tongue along the slightly puckered, pink scars under her breasts where the surgeries had been. They made her feel like a mangled mess.
    “I don’t even look at them myself.” She had avoided her bathroom mirrors for years. She felt she looked good in her clothes, but clothes made the woman, and she just wasn’t sure of herself without them. They were her barrier against the world.
    “Well, it’s time you did look.” He threw the blankets back and dragged her from the bed into the opulent bathroom until they were standing in front of the mirrored wall opposite the shower. He stripped the black silk shirt off the rest of the way. “Take a good look. Is this all you think you are? Yeah, your breasts are not completely symmetrical. There are a few scars. I can see the nipples are a little off. But I’m an ass man anyway, so it’s really not a problem,” he said with a devilish grin.
    “I had a nipple sharing procedure where half of the one remaining nipple was transplanted to the reconstructed breast,” she explained, blushing as he forced her to look into the mirror.
    “And you have the nerve to be ashamed of the beautiful work your doctors did? You should be ashamed of that!” he said with conviction as he pulled her into the shower and turned the multidirectional jets on full blast, soaking them both.
    He began soaping her body, paying particular attention to her much maligned breasts and running his hands over her ass and between her legs, over her pretty pussy. “You’re a gorgeous woman, and you’re going to get over this. Or else. I wouldn’t mind seeing the cheeks of your very fine ass blushing bright-pink from a good spanking if you don’t straighten up.”
    For the first time, she thought he might really be serious about the spanking. Oh no! That would be awful , but her pussy began to tingle at the thought of his big strong hand on her bare bottom. “The scars really don’t bother you?” she asked.
    “Not in the way you think they should. It bothers me that you had to go through that illness, the surgeries, the uncertainty and fear and didn’t have the support you should have had from your fiancé. The physical reminders of all that don’t bother me at all.” He boosted her up and impaled her on his straining shaft as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He braced her back against the wall and began pumping into her willing pussy, slow and deep, as heat built between them. He bent his head down and took her nipple in his mouth, nipping and sucking, first one and then the other. Finally, she screamed and bucked as her release took her, rolling through her like a freight train, and he followed her over, losing himself in her orgasm. And then her tears came as she sobbed, and six years of need and denial were wiped away. Slowly, she felt as though the cracks in her heart were mending, that she might eventually be whole