"Finally went for it, huh?" Brent shut the driver's door to their work truck and moved to the bed of the truck and his tools. "I know what I said before and all, but are you sure this is what you really want? After what she did?" He shook his head as he pulled his tool bucket from the back of the truck. "Glen, what makes you think she won't do it again when she gets bored?""I don't know that she won't." Glen grabbed his own tool bucket from the back of the truck and followed Brent to the back of a house along the Indian River. "I can only hope she doesn't. Hell, I'm hoping we can figure out what made her do it in the first place and fix it. Jordie deserves a whole family.""But you deserve a wife who won't cheat on you. What happens if she does it again?""Then we deal with it." The truth was, Glen didn't have an answer for his friend. He could only hope Cherish and he could work through their issues and salvage their marriage. He could only hope she wanted it as much as he did and wa
She shouldn't have done it, she knew. It was an impulse. A knee-jerk reaction to the changes that became her life recently, a lifeline to a past she longed for even though it had changed the course of her life. However, Cherish couldn't stop herself from writing Nick's cell phone number down, not sure if she threw his business card away or not. She knew she wouldn't use it, so she wasn't sure why she even bothered. She tried to justify it, at first. What if Jordie grew seriously ill, and she needed Nick's medical history? It was a precaution against future possibilities. She would never need to use it. All right, she doubted she would use it. No. She would not use it. She picked up the piece of paper, ready to rip it into shreds and throw it away. However, she stopped herself just before she tore the paper, the numbers staring at her, reminding her of the experiences, the adventures, the carefree nature Nick Pepper brought with him to her life. They had fun. They didn't care about soci
Glen tossed his tool bucket into the back of Brent's truck, his shoulders sore from the day's labor. He could feel the sting of the sun where he stayed exposed to it too long without protection. He should know better, but sometimes, he just became too engrossed in the project at hand and tuned out everything else. Of course, he compounded the situation by how distracted he was with his marriage. He sighed as he leaned on the truck's side. He was tired of being distracted."So, what's the plan for tonight?" Brent asked as he dumped his own bucket into the back of the truck. "Feel like grabbing a beer or something?""What? Need a wingman?" Glen said with a chuckle. "Actually, I'm thinking of swinging by the house and seeing Jordie. I also need to see what we're doing for his birthday coming up. You know, that parenting-type stuff."Brent acted like he shuddered, shaking his shoulders. "Please, don't say those words out loud."Glen laughed harder. "Sooner or later, some poor woman will re
Cherish tucked the covers up under Jordie's arms, leaning down to kiss his forehead as she did. "You get a good night's sleep, young man," she said, smiling down at him. "No getting out of bed and wandering around. You've had your water—both glasses. You're all set."He nodded, his dark hair sliding up and down on his pillow. "Is Daddy still here?" he asked. "Is he staying here tonight?"The question tugged at her heart, and she fought to keep the tears at bay. "Your mommy and daddy still have a lot to work out, but none of it is about you. Always know both of us love you very much, no matter what happens between us."He nodded, his dark hair swishing against the pillow. "Does that mean he won't be here in the morning when I wake up?"His face was so innocent, even though the question was so earnest. She leaned down, kissing his forehead. "We'll have to see what the morning brings, all right? For now, you just focus on getting a good night's sleep.""Yes, ma'am," Jordie said with a sig
This was torture. She had been naked in front of him a million times, and yet, right then, with the way he commanded her to take one piece off at a time, she never felt more vulnerable or exposed. It was like a stranger forced to strip in front of him. She reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and then slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her breasts to him. She tossed the bra down with the shirt.Glen sat there, soaking in her bare breasts, his grin revealing how pleased he was with what he saw. "I've always loved your tits," he said with an uplift of his brows. "I love how hard and long your nipples get."She felt the blush warm her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered, struggling with words right then. "I've always loved the way you've played with them."He motioned to her pants with a lift of his chin. "Take them off but turn around first. Keep your gaze forward."She swallowed again, her nerves tight as she did as he ordered, turning so that her back was t
Glen watched her body tremble as he fingered her. He held onto her ass with his other hand, squeezing her delicious cheek as he pummeled into her pussy. "I think we'll do that," he taunted. "Take you out, put you on display for others." She said she missed the excitement, the rush of the adventures she experienced before they were married and started a family. Brent suggested giving her what she craved. Even Glen's sister had suggested the same thing. Perhaps they were right.Glen yanked his fingers out of Cherish's pussy, her moans at the sudden emptiness between her legs filling the room once more."Turn around and kneel," he ordered, and she obeyed without hesitation, kneeling in front of him, her face a mask of hungry want. God, he missed that look. Maybe she wasn't the only one who missed the old days.As soon as Cherish knelt in front of him, Glen stood and stripped out of his clothes. Once he was naked, he sat back down, motioning for her to move closer. "You know what to do."S
Jordie jumped on Glen first thing in the morning, shouting his enthusiasm that his father was there. That wake-up call made Glen's day.Cherish rolled over, smiling at both of them as she snuggled into her pillow. "Do we really have to go to work?" she asked. "Let's just call out. Take a day to ourselves."Glen chuckled as he leaned over, kissing her nose. "You just started yesterday," he reminded her. "Do you really think you should call out already?""You are no fun," Cherish sighed as she rolled back over onto her back, arms out at her sides as she stared up at the ceiling.He snuggled closer to her. "That's not what you said last night."Her eyes popped open, wide, as she glanced down at Jordie. "Glen!" She took a deep breath, shaking her head. "Jordie, go get dressed for preschool while I fix you some breakfast."Glen chuckled as he moved to slide out of bed, watching Jordie race off to his room. When he stood, Glen turned back to Cherish, his expression turning serious. "Last nig
Glen pulled into the parking lot in front of the main building, staring up at the front door. This is where Cherish cheated on him. For how long it went on, he didn't know, but it happened. Glen wondered how many inside the building knew what Cherish did. He took a deep breath. He really didn't want to go inside, but what choice did he have if he wanted to talk to Faith? God, this sucks.He shoved his car door open and made his way out into the early morning sun, already rethinking his idea. Once inside, he walked up to the receptionist desk, a small woman with tits that were far from natural glanced up at him, her smile syrupy and very fake. "May I help you?""Yes. Is Faith here today? I'm her brother-in-law and hoped to have a word with her." He leaned on the wall in front of the woman's desk as he gazed down at her, doing his best not to glance at her breasts, but he found it hard since they were like right there, really right there.She smiled up at him. "Faith actually just got he