All Chapters of The Rutherford Series: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Following her into the house, Morgan couldn't keep his eyes off the way her ass swayed as she walked. Her jeans were snug, cupping her firm cheeks, making his hands jealous. He remembered the way she felt in his arms last night, the warmth of her body under him. He smiled as he remembered her little whimpers when her orgasm hit her, her fingers clawing at his back. God, how he wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him again.She locked the door behind them, then proceeded to the kitchen where she dropped her purse and keys. "How about some wine before that shower?" she asked.He leaned closer to her. "Sounds perfect to me."He watched as she pulled two wine glasses out of the cabinet and a bottle of wine from the stand behind her. He could watch her move all day, the way her body just seemed to flow with each movement. "Would you open it?" She noticed him watching her then and cocked her head at him, her brows bunched up in her own question mark. "What?""Just enjoying the way you lo

"Are you fucking Edwin?" Glen Lansky stood in their kitchen, palms down on the Formica counter, his eyes begging Cherish to say no and just laugh it off.She didn't laugh it off, however. Instead, she became pissed. Really pissed. "What the hell are you talking about? Faith's the one fucking Edwin. Not me. He barely talks to me anymore, too busy bending my sister over his desk more than likely. Where the hell did that come from, anyway?" How the hell did their evening escalate to him accusing her of having an affair? Glen came home just like always, played with Jordie for a bit, the two of them on the floor playing with plastic dinosaurs all over her living room, the living room she just finished cleaning, actually. Of course, they didn't clean up after themselves, assuming Mom would do it just like she always did. Not that Cherish didn't bust her ass all day at Rutherford Construction. Hell, she had to do twice the load at work with Faith on the West Coast with Morgan, not that Edwin

Cherish sat on the couch, sipping wine, when Glen finally returned home. He said nothing, at first, just dropped his keys on the small table by the front door and went into the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge. She decided not to start any conversation, waiting to see where his mood was at the moment. She didn't want to start another fight. She heard him pop the top and take a long swallow before he returned to the living room and plopped down into the recliner. He still said nothing, the silence deafening.For a moment, Cherish debated asking where he went, but only for a moment. She didn't want to know, wasn't even sure she had a right to ask right then. Instead, she decided to just pretend nothing happened earlier and life was normal. Deny all accusations, even when the evidence stared you dead in the face. She took a sip of wine, and then said, "Mom called while you were out to talk about Jordie's birthday. She's offered her house for the party again.""Now, there's a gre

Glen spent all day trying to shake the feeling that his wife had betrayed him, sneaking around behind his back for some sexual adventure with her boss. Yet, the feeling never went away. The worse part was that since he arrived home, the feeling only grew into a nauseous knot in the pit of his stomach. All Cherish did was bitch about her sister and how Edwin immediately went all gooey when she returned. She didn't even care that Glen dropped Jordie off at his Grandma Lansky's for the night. Barely even noticed it, actually. She obsessed over Edwin and his infatuation with Faith. You just don't talk about someone that much unless there's something happening between you. Glen knew. He knew his wife cheated on him, even if she hadn't admitted it the other night, and now he just couldn't take hearing it anymore."You're fucking Edwin," he whispered. It wasn't an accusation. He didn't yell. He merely made a statement."Are we really going to do this again?" She glared at him.He shrugged. "I

Glen dropped Jordie off at the Driscolls' and sent Cherish a note telling her she could pick him up there. He just didn't want to face her again, didn't want to listen to more of her justifications and hurtful words. He didn't think he could take any more pain. Not from the woman for whom he sacrificed everything.Instead, he texted Brent Dodson, his partner at Melbourne Docks and Piers, and told him to meet him for a beer. Of course, Brent, always up for a cold one, said no problem, and thirty minutes later, they sat around a bar table at Grill's, overlooking the Indian River, Glen pouring his guts out to his friend. The night before, he gave his parents a quick synopsis of what transpired between Cherish and himself. Both said he was free to stay at their place as long as he needed, his mother seeming as if she knew this would happen and felt justified in her feelings toward Cherish, which had never been accepting. Glen spent the night sleeping next to Jordie, but not really sleeping