Faith glanced out the front windshield as they passed businesses and restaurants. "Jake hung out for an hour talking. When he left, Selby and I had sex again and then fell asleep. It was that weekend that opened us up to sex as an adventure. We've shared fantasies and talked about role-playing different scenarios. It's become a game to us. Sex, that is.""Pretty intense." Edwin glanced over at her. "But you said 'and more.'""You just want all the fun facts, don't you?" Faith shifted in the seat to a more comfortable position. "We've met up with others. Single men. Couples. Never around here, of course. Our trip this weekend was the most recent and had an interesting twist." Faith told him about meeting Paul at the winery and how he had just followed them back to the condo. She told him everything, even how Paul had used her as a sex toy and then made her ride Selby while the man's sperm dripped from her."No one had used me in such a fashion." She turned back around in her seat as the
Faith lounged back in her deck chair, bare feet propped on the middle railing as she watched the seagulls glide in the air just skimming the waves. She held a mug of orange spice tea in one hand while the other rested on the arm of the chair, her thoughts lost on her trysts with Edwin over the past two days. As she sat staring at the cresting waves, she realized she wanted more. The playfulness with Edwin was just that, playful. While it was hot, it wasn't really intense. Paul had been intense. Edwin had given her choices. Paul had taken her, used her, and tossed her back to Selby. It was that part that turned her on the most.She shook her head. How twisted was she? Yet, she still wanted more. She wondered if Edwin could take her like that. He was nervous, she knew. They both risked their jobs if someone discovered them, and who knew what the ramifications would be in her family? Yet, Faith wanted him, wanted him to use her harder.Still, what if he did? How far was she willing to all
Selby scooted out of his chair, dropping to his knees on the wood planks of the deck flooring. Evening had grown to the grayness of dusk, and heavy shadows draped their deck. He knee-walked over to where she sat and ducked under her leg, dropping to all fours. He kissed under her knee as he passed, his tongue licking her flesh, cooled by the March evening air. He kissed her inner thigh, making a trail toward her exposed slit. He stayed on all fours."Admit it. You wanted him to have that picture of you." He licked around her labia, his tongue gliding up the outer edge of one side and back down the other.Faith took a deep breath as the pleasure of his warm tongue against her chilled flesh sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She placed her right hand on his blond hair as she slid her left hand behind her head. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I did."He pulled his mouth away from her dripping folds. She could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke. "Tell me why." His tongue started a
Selby parked in front of his bookstore and locked up his car. His mind was still foggy with images of his past that kept him tossing throughout the night. He was eager for a cup of coffee and a smile from a certain fiery redhead. However, as he turned to make his way across the street, he stopped dead, his heart a cold weight in his chest.Against the beige concrete wall outside of Joe's Bakery stood Tracey deep in conversation with a man Selby never saw before. He was tall, probably over six feet, with short black hair and an oblong face. He was clean-shaven and wore circular glasses. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't scrawny, either. Fit is what went through Selby's mind.And he was more than a friend.The man had his hands on Tracey's upper arms as he spoke. He wasn't arguing, but he was passionate about whatever they were discussing. Tracey stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her face turned away from the man. Everything about her posture told Selby she was trying hard not
The cowbell sounded as the front door to Selby's Downtown Books opened, letting in the chill March breeze. Selby didn't have to look up to know who had entered. It was lunchtime. It could only be one person."I hope BLTs are okay. Do you have drinks in that broken down fridge of yours in the back?""Diet?" He started for the back, leaving the stack of books he was putting away on the floor."Do you have any grape left? I feel like being different.""Coming right up. Never could understand how you could drink that diet shit, anyway." Of course, his thoughts went a different direction. Was that what he was to her? Something different? He grabbed two grape sodas from the fridge, and when he returned to the front, Tracey took his chair and left him the stool. He paused at first, confused at the change in seating arrangements, but said nothing. She sat folded in on herself. Whatever had happened that morning still affected her. It seemed they both had things on their minds. Selby reached
The day slowed down to a newborn's crawl, and Edwin sent Nessa home for the remainder of it. Faith took it upon herself to make sure Morgan's office was dusted and cleaned, ready for his arrival. Both, he and Neal Rutherford, had offices at each branch of Rutherford Construction for their own personal use when in that town. Mostly, they kept those offices locked and empty, so Faith aired it out and open the drapes for light. Nessa kept the plants watered usually but was not very good at cleaning.Edwin gave Grady more jobs in the field to keep him away from the office. Faith only chuckled and shook her head. She would never understand why he kept a man no one really liked. However, Edwin was smart enough to keep Grady away when the big bosses were in town."If I had known you'd be the one taking care of my office, I would have visited sooner." Turning, Faith saw the six-foot Morgan Brewer standing in the doorway to his office, water bottle in one hand, briefcase in the other. His short
Faith felt his hand slide up her thigh toward the dampness hidden behind her jeans. She parted her legs, not realizing she had until she felt the pressure of his hand against her sensitive womanhood. She pushed her passion onto his hand. "Yes.""Tell me Faith. What are you here for?" He began to kiss down her neck again, sucking harder. Tendrils of excitement shot through her. His hand making her pussy ache for him."Your cock. I'm here to suck your cock. Please, I want to taste you." She couldn't believe she said it out loud. Yet, she knew he wanted to hear it."You're a little high up for that, aren't you?" His teeth sunk into her throat, and it would surprise her if he wasn't leaving marks on her.Faith, with reluctance at pulling away from his mouth, slid off the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. She slid her hands up the front of his legs, over the bulge of his pants until she reached the button. With her eyes glued to his crotch, she opened his pants, reaching in and
Selby glanced at the clock on the wall behind his counter. Closing time. By now the offices of Rutherford Construction were locked down, and Faith was about to give Edwin the experience of her mouth. Selby could picture it and felt the mixture of excitement and jealousy knot in his stomach at the same time his cock twitched in his pants.He snatched up his briefcase and locked the store. Pausing at the door to his Accord, he glanced at Joe's Bakery. Another girl stood behind the counter by now as Tracey always went home around three, which made sense since she was usually there at five doing the morning baking and prep. A sigh lifted and lowered his chest. He wasn't sure just how he felt about Tracey, yet. That wasn't true. He knew how he felt, but he worried that Faith felt the same toward Edwin.Selby opened the car door, sliding behind the wheel as he plopped his briefcase onto the passenger seat. Soon, he was backed out and heading east on New Haven toward the Melbourne Causeway a
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.