TWICE VICTORIOUS (29 page)

Within seconds she was on the bed, with Adam towering over her. His clothes
went flying every which way and soon he was holding her in his arms.

Stell responded to his passion with fire of her own. Her skin burned where his
hands stroked, her mind floated adrift as her body responded to him. Again and again he
lifted her to heights of ecstasy, holding her while spasms of completion shook her body
and her soul.

When finally he buried himself inside her, Stell found new reserves of desire. She
could feel him trembling with the tremendous effort he was making to last longer than a
split second. She lay quiescent, breathing in the intimate scent of him, mixed with the odor
of her arousal.

When Adam finally moved, Stell responded, gently, not wanting to drive him over
the edge. But her caution was futile, for he gasped and drove himself within her. His
hoarse cry of triumph stoked the fires within her, and she echoed him only seconds
later.

"I won, you know. Twice."

"Hmmm?" Adam was half asleep.

"Just finishing the race was a victory for me. When Dad died I needed a goal,
something to keep me going when it seemed like I'd lost everything that mattered. I needed
a goal, and that was it."

"Why didn't you tell me? If I'd known that, I would never have accused you of
being obsessed with winning."

"I didn't tell anybody. I never said it out loud, never let myself even think it. If I
had admitted that it was the racing that was important, not the winning, I'd never have
won." She turned in his arms, nuzzled against his chin. "Adam, one doesn't win by
admitting the possibility of losing. You know that."

"You said you'd won twice. What else?"

"You." She was so tired, but it was important that she tell him before she slept. "I
won you."

"No," he whispered. "I'm the winner. You're the best in the world." He kissed her.
"And you're mine."

~The End~

Judith B. Glad rode a bicycle to school as a child, but as an adult thought those
days were gone forever. Then her son took up bicycle racing and shamed her into getting
back onto two wheels. She bought a second hand bike, then a good mountain bike. Pretty
soon she had to have a road bike, so she could ride a Century. Now she rides frequently,
and thinks nothing at all of doing twenty or thirty miles, although she admits that rain and
hail tend to diminish her enthusiasm somewhat.

When she isn't riding, Judith is writing, following a dream that got postponed
while she raised a family and pursued two or three careers. Visit her website at
www.judithbglad.com and read excerpts from all of her books.

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