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  The Hearts Series

  The Complete Series

  Secret Hearts

  International Bestselling Author

  PROVOCATIVE ROMANCE

  MUFFY WILSON

  Copyright © 2016 Muffy Wilson

  All rights reserved.

  DEDICATION

  Our hearts are the single thread, the single common denominator we share in our connection to one another as humans,

  cultures, men and women, lovers…family.

  It sets us apart from other species and the love that is the product of our hearts rules and directs our existence.

  It is this well-spring of emotion that is what enriches our lives.

  Where would we, as humans, be without our hearts?

  Where would we, as lovers, be without our hearts

  and the emotions that define our reality,

  our relationships,

  and

  our loves?

  Adrift, I bid you, adrift.

  KNOWLEDGMENTS

  Edited by John Hudspith ~ http://www.johnhudspith.co.uk/

  Cover Art and Design by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design

  http://www.bookcoverbydesign.com.uk

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2016 by Muffy Wilson

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  PUBLISHER: Muffy Wilson Books

  Secret Hearts

  Sunlight squeezed through the bedroom shutters blinding Angel awake. She wasn’t ready for morning, not this morning—not any morning—since John left her. Feeling like a failure, she rolled over, stretched like a slumbering cat, and yawned as she opened her eyes to the early light. It was another day, just like all the other days of the past two years since John bailed; empty, lonely and sadly, full of self-doubt. She covered her eyes with her forearm to block out thoughts of the past along with the unforgiving sun, but the relentless noise coming from the yard told her it was Saturday. It was too early to be running the trimmer, but Dan, John’s best man at their wedding and her best friend from forever, had been trying to help around the house ever since John went off to ‘find himself’. She thought Dan felt responsible because he introduced them seven years ago. She knew Dan had a secret soft spot for her; once upon a time in college she had a secret crush on him too. They had a brief affair in college but their timing was always off. By the time Dan introduced her to John, they had graduated to best friends that shared a once passionate secret. When she married John, her once love for him had blossomed into a solid friendship. So, Dan was over doing the lawn, like he had every Saturday since John had announced his departure to parts unknown. She imagined John in places only the Dalai Lama ventured and it never failed to give her a heartfelt laugh that always ended with her tears. Dan always seemed to be there to wipe them away.

  As John’s best friend, Angel thought Dan felt it was his charter to help her and, while she appreciated the sentiment – she adored him for it in fact – she didn’t feel it necessary. It wasn’t his fault. She and Dan had been friends since college and once explored one another in the most intimate of ways. Ultimately, the idea of a relationship that roused their young hearts, left them clumsily in stitches and even closer as friends. But, in the early stages—in the beginning—they were hot for each other. He was her athletic training partner in college.

  “You must be my 8 o’clock,” Dan said when they first met. The tone in his voice was reproachful—she was late. “I’ll have to work you a little harder to punish you for holding me up.” He grabbed her elbow and she instinctively followed him.

  He didn’t ask for her name at the time as he led her to a private training room.

  Angel noticed the way her leotard rubbed against her nipples as she walked beside him; they were getting hard. Between her legs, the taut piece of fabric that was double the hem for the snaps was stimulating her clit.

  Jesus!! She could smell his body as she followed his lead: a husky mix of cologne, manly sweat, and perfume. It must have been his previous client’s fragrance, she assumed. It smelled vaguely familiar, like Cool Water by Davidoff and she found the aroma irresistibly stimulating.

  It’s like having a ménage a trois without the trois! She giggled.

  “Something funny?” he said.

  She asked about his last client, noting that her fragrance lingered, and he told her she was beautiful, that she looked exactly like Ziva on NCIS. She thought that must have excited him, to be so close to a beautiful woman in such intimate quarters. The thought of that excited Angel, too.

  When they arrived at the private room in the back, Angel threw her towel confidently on the bench as he swiftly closed the door. He looked soberly, seriously, and intently at her body. Angel shook her hair out and squared her shoulders proudly while he accessed her physical condition. She was in good shape and she knew it. She could tell he appreciated what he saw; her hard nipples caught his attention and she blushed as she looked down to see sparkling beads of perspiration forming in her cleavage. The hair on the back of her neck was raised, tickling her, teasing her to respond.

  The room was cool but she felt flush. He walked to the switch on the wall and dimmed the lights. On the floor were two mats and he told her they’d start with calming, stretching exercises so he could evaluate the flexibility of her body, see where she was tight and where she needed work. Tight? Jesus, she knew where she wanted him to work. But first, a simple shoulder massage to loosen her neck. Facing Angel, Dan put his hands on her neck and she thought she would collapse into his arms; her knees went weak. He caught her as she grabbed his biceps to steady herself. They were tight and strong, well defined by countless hours in the gym.

  Man, I’m fucked.

  She felt like fainting, her heart was racing, her pulse was hot and pounding. Dan moved closer to her and sparks flew through her as his penis pushed against her stomach. He gently lowered her to the mat and, as he did, his penis, visibly hard through his loose shorts, brushed between her breasts and collected her perspiration on the thin fabric of his shorts. Her lips came invitingly close to his fullness.

  Oh, sweet Lord.

  He knelt beside her as she allowed him to straighten her body and clasp her ankle, bringing her leg into the air. He held her knee straight with his right hand and slid his other hand gently behind her leg and flexed it, pushing her leg against her breasts. His eyes were on the rise of the mound between her thighs and she felt the involuntary quiver on her inner thigh. Dan dropped his hand slowly along the inside of her left thigh to the V between her legs and unsnapped her leotard with one quick, experienced gesture.

  Angel sat up to protest but impulse swept her into a kiss with him instead; deep, wild, unashamed of the hot glow building inside her. Neither one of them had spoken. He sat up and she pulled his tank top off, nearly ripping it. He stared in her eyes intently all the while. She was desperate to have him inside of her, this stranger, but Dan slowed…and waited. He gently opened her legs revealing her sweet weakness glistening with desire in the dim lighting. She held on to the underside rail of a nearby bench with both hands, her red nails digging into her palms and her gold bracelet tinkling, announcing her passion to the room as she shook with anticipation. He drew his face up between her legs to her taut stomach then her bellybutton, her breasts, the small of her neck, licking the crevice, teasing her with what pleasures she knew would come from his mouth.


  Dan kissed Angel so deeply again, it almost hurt, but she felt no pain. His penis was against her, the head slipping, sipping, dipping at her wetness. Angel wanted him to plunge himself into her. She wanted him to grip the cheeks of her ass and bury his fingertips in her flesh, pulling her in tight while thrusting his thick cock into her so deep she couldn’t move. She begged him for it as he swiftly moved down to bury his face instead, so far between her legs she thought he’d lost himself inside her. She could feel his tongue inside and on her vulva—hot, teasing, relentless. She thought she screamed, but heard nothing until she felt his fingers inside of her curled into a hook and tugging upwards. This move ignited her G-spot like a flare. She released a moan and came all over his hand and face. He drank her in eagerly and started over again.

  Angel grabbed his hair in both hands, and clutched her legs around his head as she arched her back, pushing herself into his face and writhing against him. She couldn’t stop from fucking his face and riding his tongue to a fiery release. The room seemed to go hot white as she exploded again and again and again. She begged him to fuck her, but he whispered in her ear instead.

  “I told you I would have to punish you for being late. It’s not polite to keep people waiting; you’ll see.”

  He sat up, leaned over her and reached for the towel she’d tossed on the bench. All the while, as he stretched over her slowly, he dragged his thick headed cock dripping with desire over the length of her body and left a trail of searing pre-cum. He rolled up the towel tightly as he came back down on his knees; he was wet from his face to his penis, slick and shimmering. She didn’t think he could take much more, she couldn’t, but she felt the advantage shifting. He lifted Angel’s hips and put the rolled-up towel underneath her, pulling her by the thighs toward his erection.

  Maybe the advantage hadn’t shifted…

  She watched, she agonized, she writhed, she begged.

  He found her ass with his finger.

  Oh, God, he’s going to fuck me in the ass!

  He had one hand under her and the other on her pubic bone, his thumb on her clit. He pulled her up on his thighs; she felt the head of his penis on the pucker of her anus—hot, wet, slippery, and fiercely demanding.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God.

  Dan teased Angel more and more until she was so hot inside, she felt volcanic. He rubbed her clit with his penis, up and down, up and down, into her vagina and out, but just the tip, before pulling out again and around and around her clit. She shivered uncontrollably, involuntarily, her insides contracting then pushing hard. Her moistness was doing nothing to still the heat.

  It has to be over soon. How much can he take, or give? How much can I?

  And yet Angel begged him not to stop as tears of excruciating pleasure fell from her eyes. Dan turned her swiftly, smoothly but violently, onto her stomach. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her back onto her knees toward his erection. As she caught her breath, he used his thumbs to separate her full, rounded cheeks and plunged himself into her ass. He buried his fingertips in the toned flesh of her hips and rocked her back and forth to him rhythmically. She gasped and contracted as a slight pain washed over her, forcing her to close her eyes and awaken to the animal sex that grew within.

  Oh, fuck…

  His balls relentlessly slapped against her clit as he pounded into her from behind. He continued to hold her hips tight. Angel weakened to her elbows and Dan repeatedly thrust his big dick as far as he could get it to go up her ass. She was in another place, somewhere between pleasure and pain, good and evil, hot desire and dirty demand. She couldn’t take it, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.

  Angel sat back on his thighs, cock buried inside her, and engaged him. She raised her arms and put them behind her head, around his neck. She grabbed the back of his neck as he kissed her with a hunger the nape of her neck would not satisfy. Her blond locks brushed against his wet face and tumbled down his back. As he ran his forceful hands over every curve of Angel’s body, she shuddered, quivered from her tits to her toes, lost momentary consciousness in a euphoric trance, froze, then came with a rolling tremble. Gaining strength, she began pouring her juices all over him, all over her and the mat. Satisfied, having taken every inch of Dan and every ounce of herself, Dan finally began to come. Angel felt his cock swell and throb, twitch and shoot inside her until he came and came and came. Exhausted, she released her grasp of his neck and as one, they fell to the mat sweating, slippery and wet.

  His penis slipped, little by little, out of her ass and fell to rest upon her backside. He slid off of her, resting on his elbow. He took the finger that had moments before been inside of her and pushed the hair from her face and spoke.

  “God, you are beautiful. What’s your name?”

  She looked at him, touched his face.

  “Angel—my name is Angel. Oh my God, that was fabulous. Believe me, I have never done that before.”

  That was then…

  This was now…

  Comfortable in their friendship, they stayed in touch for years. On one of her business trips, she called Dan, they had dinner and he introduced her casually to his buddy, John. She took an immediate liking to John and responded eagerly to the sexual tension she felt in his presence. After two years of dating John, they decided to take it to the next level so she upped sticks and moved to be with John. She suspected that Dan felt responsible for her when John left for the Himalayas and his own true self.

  The bastard!

  Dan took on the duties of her ‘house-husband’ and cared for all that John left her to handle. Dan was there every Saturday. In winter he was there whenever the snow piled high and the driveway needed shoveling. He was there even when she didn’t realize she needed him. He did all the household maintenance as though it were his own even though he had his house to keep up. He didn’t have any help either. His first marriage ended in divorce and it looked like hers was going to end up the same. Two years and not a word from John except a few postcards from places she couldn’t even pronounce.

  He sucked.

  She was finally fed up. Waking to Dan every Saturday in her yard looking like a bare-chested Channing Tatum all hot, sweaty and buffed up in his butt-hugging cut-offs and tattoos was getting to be more than she could bear.

  She thought about Channing Tatum as her gardener.

  Oh, yeah, she was getting outta bed.

  She rolled out of bed and threw on a short cotton robe over the satin sports shorts she wore, otherwise naked, to bed. She was ravenous. She usually ran in the mornings and worked out a little on the bag John left hanging in the garage. She was still confused about why he left her—after all, ‘finding yourself’ was a pretty lame excuse these days. Pulling back the shutters, she looked down to see Dan, shirtless, trimming the hedges in his butt-fucking, form-fitting cut-offs and his shirt thrown over the lawnmower.

  “God have mercy… he’s so well-defined… so carved.”

  She caught herself salivating. And she was getting wet.

  Snap out of it, girl.

  Twirling a lock of her blond hair around her index finger absentmindedly, she drifted into a sea of forbidden thought. The least she could do was to make her best friend, her generous yard man, her gorgeous old friend, some coffee. Innocent enough… So she hurried down the stairs. As she stood at the sink, rinsing the coffee pot, her eyes began to follow Dan as he walked behind the mower. He was looking so fine…

  How long since her last orgasm?

  …even in his Saturday morning grubbies all slick and shiny—

  Yeah, I’d hit that again.

  —the sweat trailing down his back and disappearing into the band of his tidy-whities.

  Two years—must be. Wow, it’s been two fuckin’ years!

  The water poured out of the coffee pot and over her hand, snapping her back. She stopped thinking for a moment after she realized it had been over two years since she had been with a man. She couldn’t believe it, not really, but shook the
thought from her head and got back to making the coffee. She put the French vanilla blend into the basket, poured the water in and walked to the door.

  “Dan…Dan! Come take a break!”

  Yeah, take me; I’ll give you a break.

  Breakfast, she decided to make him breakfast; he really had been something so special. A quick burger and a beer, their regular go to meal at T-Bone’s, just didn’t seem enough anymore. Her thoughts drifted lightly to the beginning of their relationship. It was so nice when they were friends in college; flirting and kissing a little after that one and only amazing sexploit. But, she wasn’t ready for more at the time—she was focused on her career. Then there was grad school where there was so much more that Dan slipped into a good buddy role. Then along came John, and it was too late to be more than friends.

  Even John thought there might have been more to their familiarity. But there wasn’t; just that one secret between them. It was flirtatious and funny, as close friends usually were, but was never serious.

  Still…it was nice—now they were both single and she was horny as a, as a…

  Dan tapped on the screen door and opened it as he stepped over the threshold.

  “Morning, Angel.”

  …yeah, horny as a morning angel!

  Her breath caught in her throat as her heart hitched a beat. Her breathing slowly resumed in scant, small breaths.

  “Hey, Dan. You want some ice water or coffee? I have French vanilla.” She coughed.

  “Say, did you mean now? I mean, did I catch you too soon?”

  “Why?”

  “Well…” He raised his eyebrows, smiled precociously, and playfully wove his hand back and forth in her direction at her attire.

  She, standing with long blond locks falling in tossed voluminous curls over her shoulders, barefooted, nipples stretched hard and erect against the cotton robe open to her waist, gasped.