Libra (The Erotic Zodiac Book 7) Read online

  Libra

  Livia Lang

  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Also by Livia Lang

  About the Author

  © Copyright 2016 Livia Lang

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental. Please respect the author’s work and do not make any unauthorized copies or distributions.

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  1

  Stacy Kelson sighed as she slid into the driver’s seat of her tiny compact car. It felt so good to sit down, and she sunk back into the seat, letting her eyes slide closed for a moment. She needed the small moment of serenity. Her dark, curly hair - which had begun the day in a tight, orderly bun - was sticking out in every direction; it looked as frazzled as she felt after a twelve-hour-shift in the hospital.

  At least she was clean, though. She had showered in the locker room and changed into a pair of denim shorts and a loose t-shirt, which lifted her spirits. But the dull ache of tiredness still sat in her middle, and the only thing that was going to cure that was a long, deep sleep.

  “Thank goodness I have tomorrow off,” she sighed, finally summoning the willpower to lift her hand and turn the key.

  The little car puttered into life, and she gently eased out of her parking spot. After a few turns, she was soon making her way down the dark country roads surrounding town. She could have taken the freeway - it certainly would have shortened her drive - but Stacy enjoyed the calming drive that the backroads offered her. It gave her time to decompress and settle her mind after a stressful day.

  Trees flashed by as she traveled, casting twisted shadows in the moonlight. The farms along the road were quiet and peaceful, with rows of corn that spread for miles. After the farms eventually dropped off, she was alone with only open meadows and clumps of silent woods alongside her.

  Turning up the volume on her radio, Stacy began to unwind. Leaving the cares of the day behind her, she sang her heart out, thumping on the steering wheel with her palm as she sailed past a nook of trees. Everything felt great, and she felt on top of the world.

  And then it all fell apart.

  A siren ripped into her serenity, and she whipped her eyes to the rear view mirror. A cop car had swung out of the last grove, where he had no doubt been waiting for a speeding late night driver. A driver just like her.

  “Damn,” she muttered, pulling the car to the side of the road. The crunch of dirt and gravel as she pulled to a stop put her teeth on edge, and she could feel a headache beginning behind her eyes. “Just when I thought I was going to have a good night,” she said glumly.

  After turning off her radio, she sat quietly, watching the officer approach in the dim light. It wasn’t until he was right next her window that she got a good look at him. And when she did, her heart lurched.

  “Jason!” she chirped, rolling down the window. “Hi, baby.”

  Her husband bent down and shined a light into the window. It was intensely bright and she squinted into it, raising an arm to shield her face. Jason showed no sign of noticing her discomfort.

  “License and registration, please.”

  “Baby, you know who I am,” she whined. “Are we seriously going to do this? I just need to get home. I’m so tired.”

  She could barely make out Jason’s closely cropped auburn hair and square jaw behind the flashlight. She knew he was frowning though. He seemed to frown a lot at her lately.

  “License and registration, ma’am,” he said again, exasperation growing in his voice.

  “Fine, Officer Jason,” she snapped, saying his title like it was a swear word.

  She grabbed her purse off of the passenger seat and fumbled around for her wallet. The frustration that was coursing through her veins made it hard to focus, and tears were making her eyes blurry. It was only by luck that she finally managed to fish out the little black case housing the cards.

  She grabbed her license and threw it over her shoulder toward the window, not caring if Jason could grab it or not. He could go to hell for all that she cared at the moment. Then she slammed open the glovebox and did a similarly angry search until she found her registration.

  When she had at last flung both documents at her husband, she turned to the front of the car and gripped the steering wheel tightly. She refused to look Jason in the eye; she was afraid it’d choke her up too much. The Jason she had first met wouldn’t have pulled her over in the dark just to argue.

  “Are you at least going to tell me why you pulled me over? Did I go too fast around the curve?” she said at last.

  “Your left tail light is broken,” he said matter-of-factly, scribbling her license number down on his pad. “That’s very dangerous, especially if you are driving late at night down narrow backroads.”

  Stacy grunted in reply. Jason had told her weeks ago about the broken tail light. In fact, he had been harping endlessly about her taking the car in to the shop to get fixed. Work had been killing her though, and her shifts had been at odd hours, so she hadn’t had much time to find a garage that would still be open when she got off of work. Not that he cared, apparently.

  At one point in their relationship, Jason would have gotten it fixed for her. He had loved stepping up and being the man of the house, taking care of the car, yard, and finances. He had been bossy about it too, in a sexy alpha way that made her swoon on their first dates. It had surprised her how much she liked having a macho guy helping around the house - it had made her feel like his princess.

  The last couple months had seen a much different Jason, however. He worked long hours, and didn’t talk about his cases much. There hardly seemed time for them to talk, let alone get anything done together around the house. Stacy found herself pumping her own gas, struggling with heavy grocery bags, and doing many other little chores that her husband used to take on. She didn’t know what changed, and it made her heart ache horribly - not just because of the extra work, but because it seemed like he just didn’t care about their life together anymore.

  Jason scribbled on the pad, writing out her ticket. “Now, if you get this fixed within the next week you won’t have to pay a fine. Just take it into a garage as soon as you can.”

  “Are you seriously going to fine me? You are writing me a ticket in the middle of the dark instead of letting me just get home safely so I can go to sleep?” She tried to keep herself cool, but her voice was raising in pitch with every word.

  Jason tore the ticket out of his book and handed it through the window. “Stacy, this isn’t personal. I’m just doing my job.”

  “Your job is to be my husband,” she snapped, looking at him at last. “My husband should have helped me take care of that broken light. My husband should be spending the night in bed with me, not seeing me for the first time today just because he pulled me over. My husband should fucking care about me.”

  Jason’s mouth dropped slightly in surprise, and his eyes went wide. “Stacy -” he began, but she was not in the mood to hear his nonsense. She quickly cut him off.

  “Don’t you Stacy me. You act so impersonal, like I’m a stranger. It’s a little too late to make up for it tonight.”

  Silence stretched out between them. She bit her lip to keep from crying, her shoulders trembling slightly. The distance between them seemed so absolute, and her heart ached horribly.

  “Are you really feeling so neglected, babe?” Jason said softly.
He put his hands on the windowsill, leaning in close to look at her. “I didn’t know.”

  “How could you not know?” She tried to stay angry, but she was beginning to feel like a deflating balloon. “You’re always gone, and when you are home you are so distracted. I miss you. I miss my strong, masculine husband who took care of me and kept me safe. Why are we like this? Why are you pulling me over instead of helping me fix the car? This is all wrong!”

  Jason ran a hand through his hair, his face pulled tight. Silence engulfed them again as he seemed to consider his words carefully. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick was emotion. “I’m still upset you ignored me about the taillight. However, you’re right that I should have taken control of the situation. Sometimes you need a firm hand in keeping you on task, and I’ve failed you.” He stood up and opened her car door. “So I don’t think a ticket is the way to settle this. You deserve some punishment – but not something handed down by a judge.”

  “What are you talking about?” Stacy asked, eyeing the open door with suspicion. “What do you mean ‘punishment’?”

  “Get out of the car, and I’ll show you.”

  She crossed her arms and shook her head. “I don’t want to play games, Jason. I’m tired.”

  He got right next to her, reaching down and unhooking her seatbelt himself. “Stacy, I need you to get that sweet little ass out of this car right now. Don’t make me ask again,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making her skin prickle. “I’ve just realized how much I’ve neglected you, and I aim to rectify that right now.”

  His voice was deep and filled with authority. It didn’t seem malicious though; it was just direct, forceful, and super sexy. She shivered in her seat, surprised to find herself getting worked up just from a few words. It had been weeks since they had last had sex, and she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be aroused.

  “If you insist,” she said quietly, swinging her legs out of the car.

  He gave her space to exit, his muscled arms crossed over his thick chest as he watched. His eyes tore up and down her body, a fire inside of them that she hadn’t seen in some time. She had no idea what was happening inside his head, but for the first time in a long time, she had a bit of hope in her heart.

  “You want a husband with a firm hand, is that right?” he asked, his face unreadable. “Someone who makes sure things get done properly around here?”

  “You know I love it when you go all macho man. It’s why I fell in love with you.” She added the last part in a softer voice, wistfully. “I miss being able to turn to you when I’m in need.”

  He nodded, running his hand gently down her cheek. She shivered, her skin turning molten along his touch. He led her to the side of the car, then kissed her forehead gently. “Well, I think tonight is your lucky night. I’m going to give you what you need; what we both need. I can’t let this space continue to exist between us.”

  Then he grabbed her roughly, turning her around and pushing her against the car. Knocking her feet apart, he spread her legs wide and pressed her chest against the back window. Before she could utter a stunned reply, he dropped do the ground and began to frisk her.

  “Do you know why I’ve been working so much, Stacy?” he said, as he ran his palms up her calves slowly.

  “No.” Her voice came out shaky and soft. She had no idea what was happening, but his hands on her legs was enough to get her panting right there.

  “I’ve been trying to get all the extra shifts I can so we can save up.” His hands were now on her thighs, gently running up the side of her leg, making her shiver. “It’s why I’ve been so distant lately. I was doing this for us, but I can see now maybe I pushed it too far.”

  “What do we need to save up for? We don’t have any major bills except for the house and car. We’re doing just fine, Jason.”

  “A baby, Stacy. I want us to save up for the baby I want to put in you so badly.” He was now running his hands over her ass, cupping each cheek and squeezing briefly. Then he slid his palms around to cup her belly lightly. “As a husband, there is nothing sexier than the idea of putting my child into the woman I love. I just wanted to save up enough money so you could take all the time off work you needed once you got pregnant. I guess…that I got kind of obsessed with the surprising you, and I forgot some of my other duties as a husband. I promise it won’t happen again.”

  “Really?” She tried to turn and face him, but his weight was continuing to press her into the side of the car. All she could do was lay there, trapped beneath him as he slowly explored her body, making her squirm.

  She had always wanted children, lots of them. Jason had been excited about the idea when they first got married, but it had seemingly dropped off his radar the last year or so. She had no idea that he had secretly been planning and thinking about it all this time!

  Tears sprung to her eyes. The problems in their marriage had weighed so heavily on her the last couple weeks, and to know that it was all a big misunderstanding made her so happy she felt dizzy. Her sweet husband wasn’t mad at her - he just wanted so desperately to make her dreams come true.

  “Stacy, I’m your husband and I’m going to take care of you the best I can. You won’t need to worry about a thing with me here.” He pressed his palm between her legs, the contact making her gasp even through her clothing. Then he ran his hands up her stomach, caressing her soft skin under her t-shirt. His teeth grazed her earlobe, and his breath was hot on her neck as he ground his erection into her rump. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain myself well. You know I’m no good with words. But I love you, and I swear I’ll make it up to you. Right now, right here.”

  “What are you planning on doing?”

  Her knees felt weak and her core was magma hot. She needed him - needed his hands, his mouth, his cock. She wanted her husband to consume her, taking over her entire body with his.

  “I’m going to make love to you, right here. And I don’t plan on using any protection, either. Figure we might as well start trying for that baby right now.”

  “Jason, we’re right in public! What if someone drives by?”

  He cupped her breasts, kneading them hard enough to make her gasp. He chuckled darkly, his voice thick with desire. “It’s late and no one drives down this road. And even if they do, I think it might make this a little bit hotter, don’t you think? Now, be my good girl and go bend over the trunk.”

  2

  Stacy stumbled to the trunk of the car, her nerves making her feet feel like concrete. However, Jason was right beside her, his strong hands wrapped around her arm, keeping her from falling. The Jason she had married was back: protective, authoritative, and dead sexy. As he guided her into place, she could only think about how badly she wanted him.

  Once she was at the bumper, he pushed her forward gently, making her chest press flat against the trunk. She stood on her tip toes, her ass pointed in the air and her calves flexing. The night air was warm, but the cool metal of the trunk felt good against her face as she tensed in expectation. Every fiber of her body was vibrating, waiting for him to move first. She was completely at his command.

  “Now, before we get to the fun part, I am going to have to punish you,” he said softly, running a hand along the back of her thigh.

  “What will you do?” she asked softly, her voice muffled.

  “Just give you a reminder that listening to me is a good thing. That I give you suggestions to keep you safe, and it’s very dangerous to ignore them.”

  He unbuttoned her shorts deftly, then tugged them over her wide hips. They fell silently to the ground, wrapped around her ankles. This left Stacy’s bottom-half bare except for her black cotton panties. They sat low across her hips and hugged her ass tightly, a fact Jason seemed to be appreciating based on the way he was kneading the skin of her upper thigh.

  “Hang on, Stacy. This is going to sting a bit,” he said ominously.

  She tensed her hands, but couldn’t gain a handhold on the smooth me
tal. When his palm smacked down hard on her ass she was only able to cry out and flail her hands helpless at her sides. Over and over he slapped her rear, making the skin burn and ache. The pain ran up and down her legs, causing her teeth to chatter. However, a warmth was also spreading between her legs, and she could feel the wetness of her core soaking into her panties.

  Damn, she had missed being spanked by him. It was something they had used before in foreplay, but tonight it was different. He wasn’t just turning her on; he was reminding her that he was her husband, and that she must place her trust and heart in his hand. He was taking control of the household, telling her he’d protect her, but also rein her in when needed.

  As his palm moved lower, smacking the extra-sensitive skin along the top of her thigh, Stacy felt her legs get wobbly. She was afraid she might come right there, just from being punished. A desire unlike any she had experienced before was building within her. Squeezing her legs together, she tried to stimulate her throbbing clit.

  Jason saw her movement and let his arm drop to his side. “Getting close already, huh? Well, you’ll have to wait just a little while longer.”

  Stacy let out a low groan of frustration. “Baby, I need it. I need to come so bad,” she whispered, turning to look at him over her shoulder.

  His gaze, heavy with lust, met hers. “You’ll get it soon enough, don’t you worry.”

  He reached for his belt, slowly undoing the buckle. Opening his fly, he pulled out his cock. It was leaking pre-cum and rock hard. The velvety skin of its head looked so soft and inviting; Stacy wanted nothing more to lick every inch of it. And based on how turgid Jason’s dick was, he clearly wanted that as badly as she did.

  “Take me,” she begged, hanging her head down.

  “What did you say?” he teased, running a hand between her legs so lightly she almost missed it.

  “Take me. I hated our fights, and feeling distant from you. I want you back, in every way. I want you inside of me, around me, everywhere. I don’t want to feel apart from you ever again.”