The ride to the office seemed to take forever with Sunday afternoon traffic being more congested than she could remember. Edwin said he'd be there until five-thirty, and it was only ten till five. Plenty of time to catch him. She sent him a text telling him she was on her way if the plans hadn't changed. He replied simply, Come. No playfulness. No flirtatious innuendo. Just Come.Suddenly, Faith's excitement turned to a nervous anxiety. Had something gone wrong this weekend? What kind of mood was he in? He gave her instructions earlier and then just dropped out of sight. Was this all part of his stoic, stern demeanor as the one controlling her, his plaything?She parked her Toyota around back next to Edwin's truck, took a deep breath, and opened her door.The back door was unlocked, and as soon as she opened it, she heard Edwin's voice calling her to stop. She released the door handle and turned to see him coming from the warehouse. He walked with determined strides, his back straight
She slid her mouth off his cock and begged, begged like the little slut she felt she was. "Please! Please, Edwin, please fuck me! I need you to fuck me." She dropped her mouth back onto his swollen member.He gripped her head and pulled her from him. Without a word, he pulled her up by her hair, and the pain made her scramble to her feet, the taste of him still on her swollen lips. He pushed her to the giant window facing the road. Her mind screamed. Oh god, no! Not in front of the window. But that's where he put her. She caught herself with her hands as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her slightly back. As she felt his cock at her sweet passage, she forgot the window and begged again. "Please!"And he drove inside of her with one thrust. She couldn't believe how wet she was, how horny he made her. He gripped her ass with his strong fingers, digging them into her flesh, and pounded her with deep, violent thrusts. She could feel his testicles slapping her as his cock speared her
Faith glanced at the clock. Four. One more hour and then she would have two days finished of her little work adventure. It hadn't been bad, just comical. This office had been around as long as the Brevard branch, and yet, it seemed so ass backward. Nothing was organized. Equipment was missing. People didn't even know how to fill out work orders. How it had survived, Faith had no clue, but she knew they needed her to do what Morgan brought her there to do. Before she left Friday, she emailed herself forms and copies of spreadsheets in order to print them out when she arrived. She was thankful she had planned ahead, because there was nothing there for her to even begin.There was only one girl in the office, Patricia McClusky. She was a young girl, early twenties, with fiery hair and a dusting of freckles on her face and arms. Faith was pretty sure the freckles traveled the length of her. She was the same height as Faith and just a smidgen skinnier. She had a mouth on her worse than the
When the doorbell sounded, Selby set the book he was reading on the coffee table and forced himself out of his recliner. His stomach growled as he stood, and he realized he hadn't eaten yet. "I should at least have a bowl of chips," he mumbled to himself as he walked to the door. He realized he hadn't been eating as well as he should since Faith left Monday morning. The night before he had even skipped dinner and didn't realize it until he woke up still in his recliner at two in the morning, book in his lap. He had offered Tracey to keep him company, but she turned him down. "I don't want her to think I jumped at the chance for her to leave so I could play house with you." He wasn't exactly happy about it, but had agreed. What choice did he really have? Three more days, Selby. Life will be back to normal in three days. As he opened the oak door, he wasn't sure he would last three more days.Tracey stood there, holding a bag with steam rising from it. "My guess is you haven't eaten, ye
Morgan walked beside Faith down the hotel corridor. She had checked her phone three times between the restaurant and the hotel, but still no word from Edwin. Could he have forgotten her so soon?"Stop worrying about your boy. Last time I talked to him he was having an emergency at work as well as at home.""At home? He lives alone."Morgan just shrugged. His room was directly across from Faith's, and as they neared it, he smiled at her and said, "I'll be over in a minute. I need to make a quick call."Faith pulled her card key from her purse as she looked at him. "Okay," was all she said. She couldn't deny the heat between her legs at the thought of him in her room, but could she go through with it?Not knowing how long Morgan would be or even what he really wanted, she went ahead and slip into her nightclothes and get ready for bed. After slipping into Selby's Mario pajama pants and an old Dr. Pepper T-shirt, she washed her face and then climbed into bed, flipping on the television as
Selby stared at the clock on the wall. Five o'clock. Usually, he'd already be flipping the OPEN sign to CLOSED and heading for his car. However, with Faith in Tampa his eagerness to go home was simply not there. The house was empty, and he hated it. He hadn't slept well at all because of the abrupt ending to his phone call with Faith. It just seemed off to him, and he wasn't sure what was going on. It wouldn't have surprised him if Edwin had made a special trip to visit her.He sat back down in his swivel chair. Might as well see if there's any nighttime business. He opened up a Terry Goodkind paperback and tried to get lost with the Sword of Truth.He couldn't focus on what he was reading, however, so he tossed the book on the counter and began rearranging his shelves and contemplating adding an online store for his books. He was running through his mental list of acquaintances for anyone who might know web design when the cowbell on his front door gonged. Maybe I'll have a customer,
Faith rose out of bed that morning not knowing what to expect from Morgan. He had finished his dessert, so to speak, after Selby's call, but that was as far as it went. He had acted like it was no big deal and kissed her hand before returning to his own room, his own bed. However, the reaction she received that morning was the last thing she expected—silence. Morgan had been on the phone talking work the entire way to the office, and as soon as they arrived, he had driven off with Kent. They said nothing about the previous night and what had happened.To make matters worse, there had still been no word from Edwin. Three days and not one "Hey, there. How's the trip?" How stupid could she have been? Out of sight, out of mind.C'mon, Faith. It was a game. Why are you acting like a jilted lover? She stopped filling out the equipment release she worked on and just stared at the wall. Why was she behaving like a lovesick puppy? Did she have feelings for Edwin after all? It was just sex, a ga
They ate dinner at the hotel restaurant. Morgan tried to keep the conversation going, but Faith's attention was inward, not outward. She wasn't sure when he stopped talking and began working via his phone again, but when the server cleared the plates away, it surprised her. She didn't even remember eating.Morgan paid for the meal as she gathered her stuff, and the two walked to the elevators. She hugged herself as she rode the elevator up the four floors. She could feel Morgan watching her and felt guilty for her mood, but she couldn't help it. Too much was going through her mind and her heart. Morgan was probably disappointed, hoping for some more impromptu fun after the previous night, but Faith just couldn't bring herself to think about that at the moment. All she could think about was Edwin and Selby, and she wasn't even thinking of them in the right order."Look, if you need to talk, I'm right across the hall," Morgan said as they reached their rooms. "Of course, if you need anyt
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.