The water acted as a conduit to our gratification. His next thrust left me thunderstruck. All I could make out were random shapes as my eyes crossed. Circles and swirls floating all around me. The last stroke stole my very soul like Ursula hijacking the Mermaid’s voice. I shivered and convulsed and thanked the gods for my good fortune. I would do anything for this man. Swatdown a wasp nest. Streak naked down Birch Street. Read the mean comments on my social media post. There was no rhyme or reason to it. That dick and the very fine man attached to it was my kryptonite.
In the morningEdison dropped me off at my parents’ house before heading to work. The plan was for me to pack a bag, and he’d pick me up at the end of the day. When I walked into the kitchen, in the dress I’d left in on Saturday night, my mother took one look at me and said, “You look like yesterday.”
“Good morning to you too.” I curtsied.
She surveyed my messy hair and ashy legs. “So, your date with Edison went well?”
“Not a date, Momma. It was just two friends making up for lost time.”
“I’m sure you two spent a lot of time making up.” She wriggled her eyebrows.
Grabbing a sausage link, I shoved it into my mouth. I was exhausted and famished, but in a good way. You know when your body is sore and tight after a hard day of work on the ranch? That was me. My body ached, I had a crook in my neck, and with each step I took my pussy reminded me it had been fucked and sucked multiple times over the past two days. If I was a taker, then Edison was a giver. And he gave me every inch of himself at every conceivable opportunity.
Having a man who adored my body and was intent on showing me was new. When Chap and I had sex, it was every man for themselves. Because Chap was going to nut in under ten minutes and if my ticket wasn’t punched in time, I’d just miss the ride. No foreplay, no naughty talk except for occasionally calling me a whore. He was good at other things. If you asked me what, I wouldn’t be able to tell you now. But I stayed for a reason.
“I’ve always liked Edison; he’s a fine young man. He was raised right.”
“I agree.” A smile tickled the corners of my mouth as I remembered the fine way he’d woken me up this morning. He pulled me from the bed and hoisted me onto his dick, supporting both our weight while fucking us into morning nirvana. The sun was barely up and the house was still just the creaking of the floorboards and my pleas for him to go deeper.
“Did you hear me?” my mother asked.
“What?” I shook the thoughts from my head.
“I tried texting your cell phone several times.”
I guzzled down an unattended glass of juice. “Edison lives in the Stone Age, he doesn’t have Wi-Fi.”
Her brows smashed together. “What did you do to entertain yourself all that time?”
I flashed her a glance. “Edison kept me plenty entertained. Why were you texting?”
“Your assistant, Moniece, showed up last night.”
My lashes flipped wide open. I totally forgot Moniece was coming to town.
“I put her up in Oz’s old room.”
I hugged my mother and rushed up the stairs. At Oz’s bedroom door, I knocked softly. “Come in.”
Opening the door, I dipped my head inside to find Moniece performing a lotus yoga pose. “Moniece, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced.”
She waved me off. “It’s fine, your folks were really nice. Did you know they traveled the country one summer following New Edition from city to city?”
“No, I didn’t. They told you that?”
“Apparently your mother is a huge fan. They also gave me a story time while flipping through your old baby pictures.”
“Once again … I’m sorry.” Moniece stood and I wrapped my arms around her. It was surprisingly nice to see her face. Moniece was my right-hand woman. Nothing moved without her. She helped to make my life easier, and I loved her for it. Moniece anticipated my needs before I could speak them. She’d gotten me tampons, Plan B pills and scoured eight stores in search of my favorite ginger ale brand. “What do you say, I hit the shower and then we go for a walk before it gets too hot?”
“Sounds good.”
After a quick shower which included detangling my hair, Moniece and I were off. We took the well-worn path to the stables. In the summer, this was the perfect time of day because it was still cool enough to get chores done without sweating your balls off.
“I forgot how peaceful it is at night,” Moniece said.
I wrinkled my nose. “Did you hate it? I get country nights can be eerily still. With the silence amplifying your thoughts.”
“It was a nice change of pace from always being on the go.”
