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“I believe you’re capable of anything you set your mind to,” I say, and her red lips part. I lean in and capture them, and then I go about proving that I meant what I said. I take off the rest of her clothes slowly, kissing and licking my way to a greater knowledge of my wife’s body. Of the dips and curves of her, of the places that tickle her and the ones that make her moan. And by the time she’s fully naked, she’s begging me for more.
And by begging, I mean she’s swearing at me.
“You want my cock?” I ask.
“I think I’ve made that very clear,” she says with a gusty moan, reaching for it through my pants. “You’re wearing way too much clothing.”
“Let it never be said I’m not a generous man.” I undress quickly and roll on the condom, feeling Ruthie’s hot gaze beating into me, watching every single fluctuation of my hand. She reaches down and starts touching herself, and I instantly get harder—my need a selfish thing that has caught hold of me and doesn’t care to release its grip.
I take her hand and suck her fingers, then hold both of her hands over her head. Her eyes get wider, hotter. “Are you going to take me now?”
“Yes,” I say, thrusting into her, but it doesn’t end up going that way, not totally, because we’re staring into each other’s eyes the whole time, and I can’t stop kissing her. Her lips, her face, her sweaty, sweet-smelling neck. As we come together, I realize, in a frighting burst of clarity, that this is what people mean when they talk about making love.
It’s only later, as I lay awake sleepless, that another revelation hits me.
The hairbrush.
Why would someone with a personal gripe against Ruthie go out of their way to steal one? The pervert explanation doesn’t hold water, because as far as I know, there aren’t many people with a kink for shed hair….
Well, shit. They wanted it for a reason that had nothing to do with flogging Flower on the ass. And it might be all my fault.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Ruthie
Conversation with Tank
I didn’t want to ask you in front of everyone, but you’re really with that guy now?
I thought you hated him.
I was wrong.
Were you?
He defended you. Those cops wanted to take you down to the station.
He only did it to impress you.
Ruthie, this is a mistake, and I’m not just saying that because of what happened between us a few months ago.
I’m saying it as a friend.
You need to think this through. This guy’s a self-important prick. Just like Rand. Just like Jarrod Travis.
He’s nothing like them. I’m sorry. I HAVE thought it through. Shane’s not the man I thought he was.
He is. And you’re not going to see it until it’s too late.
Yesterday was the worst and best day of my life.
It started with my dream being ruined, but my friends banded together to lift me up. Even Mrs. Longhorn has proven herself a friend. Then there’s Shane…
Shane who gave me my wishes, one at a time, read my daughter to sleep, made love to me, and asked me to stay.
So I lost one dream but gained another.
Of course, dreams can be tugged away from you, no matter how tightly you try to hold on.
