Tears were streaming down my face now.
“You didn’t deserve what happened to you, Abraham. Your father was an—evil man! I’m glad you killed him. G-great job. Really great job.”
His lips twitched up and fingers, rough and hard, were on my waist now, slipping under the loose shirt to slid across my soft skin and belly.
“Sweetheart, I’m only sorry I let too much bitterness sit in my soul.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your soul,” I said indignantly. “I resent anyone who says you don’t have a soul. Youdo, and it’s lovely.”
He laughed, such a funny, low, gravelly sound, and one hand was cupping the back of my neck now.
“I’m glad you think so. For you, hell, I’ll fucking work on it.”
His fingers tightened and there was a tremendous crackling and popping noise as Abraham got to his knees in front of me.
“I can’t ever make up what I said to you. Please believe me when I say that moment I knew you’d run away from me was the fucking lowest point of my life and I’ll do anything to keep it from happening again.”
“You want your freeuse girl back, don’t you?” I laughed through my tears.
“Polly, I wantyouback. I don’t care how. Come back and I’ll be a fucking freeuse dick for you.”
I laughed as his scratchy beard tickled my throat.
“Hmmm, actually, I rather enjoyed being a freeuse girl. Knowing at any moment, I could be cooking or gardening or in the shower or in bed reading, and you could come in and stuff your cock inside me. I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”
“Does that mean you forgive me for being a bastard? That you’ll stay here?”
“Yes, Abraham. It does.”
He gathered me into his arms then, squeezing me so tight I had to gasp for breath as he kissed me.
“I love you, Polly. I love you so much.”
“I love you back.”
“I’ve loved you for such a long time. I was just too big of an idiot to realize it. And now, I want you to get your sweet ass back in the bedroom and I’ll prove it to you.”
Epilogue (Abraham)
The “Twist” began to blare at my mother’s wedding as Polly squealed and hopped up from her chair.
My damn back ached from Ma’s endless appetite for dancing.
The wedding ceremony itself had taken about five minutes, while the dancing had been going on for four hours.
I watched Polly move, those sexy as hell hips swirling in a circle, her plump cheeks wiggling.
My cock was twitching in my pants, and I waited for her to turn around, her face flushed and pink, curls all wild.
Because even though I was damn near 56 years old, one little saucy look from Polly and I’d be hard as a rock.
I jerked my head toward the entrance to the church hall Ma had rented.
Polly’s eyes widened but my good freeuse girl knows exactly what I want.
And because she's my good freeuse girl, she immediately began to weave her way among the writhing bodies toward me, biting that full lip with her teeth.
“Getting tired of watching Fizz hump your aunt?” I asked, and she only laughed. “Come on.”
