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
Cherish walked into work already dreading her day ahead. She could see the mountain of files stacked on her desk she still had to sort through, a chaotic system left over from a woman who couldn't organize a cabinet with only two cups in it. Cherish sighed, regretting for the hundredth time quitting Rutherford Construction.As she walked through the showroom, Bernie waved hello and his wife, Mary, just glared at Cherish. Cherish walked by, rolling her eyes as she moved behind the main counter to the back room, shoving her way through the swinging door into the back of the building toward her office. She wasn't sure how she would get Mary to lighten up, considering what the woman possibly heard from the gossip system that was the construction world. Of course, Cherish wasn't sure she wanted to deal with it, either."Cherish?" a voice called out to her from the loading dock opposite the offices.Turning, she noticed Jed Jorrell from the Rutherford offices standing on the dock, hands on h
Glen helped Cherish clear the table as he sent Jordie to watch TV. Cherish had been smiling, but unusually quiet throughout dinner. She promised him nothing was wrong, but that she just had a lot on her mind. He worried that last night had not been enough for her, and she had second thoughts about the direction they traveled.As they washed dishes together, though, she grinned over at him. "I had a visitor when I came home today," she said as she handed him a plate to dry. "Aubrey stopped over to make sure I knew she saw us."Glen laughed, the redness warming his cheeks. "I figured she would pop by sooner or later after I saw her in the window." He glanced up at Cherish, a sheepish look on his face. "Did she razz you too much?""Oh, she made me give her every little gritty detail of our evening," Cherish said with a laugh. "The woman is a perv of the highest degree."He walked over to Cherish and kissed her on the cheek. "So are you. No wonder the two of you get along so well."Cherish
Dropping the arm holding the towel to his side, he walked over to where Cherish sat and joined her on the bed. He reached out, placing a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this," he told her. He gave a weak shrug. "I guess we never know the full extent of our actions and their consequences until it's too late." He quickly held a hand up, stopping her from saying anything else. "That wasn't a judgment. Promise."She offered him a weak smile. "I didn't take it that way." She shrugged. "Besides, you're right. I didn't realize while I was...you know...how it would hurt you or Jordie, and I sure as hell didn't realize how it would follow me to another job. I was too caught up in what I was doing to even think of anything else." She reached out, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry I was such a selfish bitch."Glen leaned over and kissed Cherish's forehead. When he pulled away, he grinned. "You're my selfish bitch, so it's all good.
Cherish shoved her phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know. Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Cherish asked.Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. "I see you've rearranged. Making the place more to your liking." Cherish could have sworn the woman gave a disgusted sniff as she said it. "I thought the way Kim had it set up was quite efficient." She glanced around the room with a sn
Glen soaked in her naked body, making no qualms about devouring her with his gaze. He had always thought Cherish was gorgeous and hated when she started to hide her body in baggy shirts and shorts. He wanted to see more of her flesh, more of her body tempting him under tight clothes or low-cut tops. He wanted her to be seductive, sultry, sexy. Hell, he even wanted her to dress slutty for him.Reaching out, Glen ran a hand over her freckle-covered shoulder, up her neck, and into her strawberry-blond hair. Gazing into her eyes, he sucked in a breath as he stared at her. "You, Cherish Lansky, are beautiful."He saw her cheeks redden with her blush, felt her squirm under his touch as his words embarrassed her, but he didn't care. While he thought the words often enough, he failed to say them out loud for her to hear. She needed to hear them. He needed to say them. They needed to get back to the spark that was them when they first ignited each other's passions. Looking at her right then, he
Cherish took a deep breath, deciding to tackle the topic of Rutherford even if Glen hadn't brought it up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jed. It's been a pretty emotional week all around, and I swear, it just slipped my mind."Glen cocked an eyebrow at her. "A lot of things have slipped your mind lately. I should probably do something about that, eventually."She bowed her head. "Yes, sir," was all she said, but she couldn't deny the tingle between her legs at the thought of Glen punishing her again. She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her.He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?"She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me aski
Cherish placed the last of the glasses back in the cabinet, her back screaming at her due to the lengthy day she just endured. Jordie was already sound asleep in his bed, his tired little body crashing as soon as everyone left, and the constant energy faded away. She could relate as exhaustion tugged at her as well. She had to admit, however, Glen's idea of having the party at their house opposed to her parents' was definitely a winner, minus the cleanup part afterward. Jordie loved every gift he opened, and he and the other kids made full use of the bounce house. Even a few of the adults climbed inside to get their inner youth on while they made the little ones stand outside the giant inflatable while they took over. The children, of course, were far from happy about not being permitted inside, but they laughed like crazy as they watched their parents bouncing around, trying to do flips, and falling on their asses.Valerie surprised Cherish with how she interacted with everyone else a
Cherish felt the tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the anguish clutching at her heart as she sat there, staring at her mother, the woman crying openly now as she stared back at Cherish. How could her mother ever doubt Cherish's love for her? Because I did a shitty job of showing it. I pushed her with everything I did. Cherish reached out, taking her mother's hand in her own, squeezing it tight. "I've always loved you, Mom. You did nothing wrong. It was all me; I was the selfish bitch who never seemed satisfied and happy. I'm so sorry I ever made you feel that way." She squeezed her mother's hand again. "I should never have treated you that way."Her mother gave her a weak smile, squeezing her hand back before pulling it away. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn't tell me you were pregnant." She shook her head. "Not a very good mother, huh?"Cherish settled back in her chair. "I think we both made mistakes, but that was then. This is now. I need to
Cherish left the others and walked over to her mother, taking one of the remaining chairs beside the other woman. "Why don't you come join the rest of us? Has to be better than sitting over here all by yourself."Her mother didn't even look at her, keeping her gaze on the children. "Why is she here?" she asked, her back stiff, hands clasped in her lap."There are a lot of shes here," Cherish said, even though she knew to whom her mother referred. "You'll have to be a little more specific.""Your sister's new friend," her mother said, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why did they have to bring her to a family event? It's rude."Cherish glanced over and watched as Tracey Williams laughed at something Arni said, her feet barely touching the ground from where she sat in the chair. "She's close to Selby and Faith," Cherish said with a shrug. "We permitted Brent to bring Bonnie; why wouldn't we allow Faith and Selby to bring Tracey? She seems to be getting along with everyone all right."
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.