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Piper pulls up her sleeves with determination. “Damn straight I will. You don’t mind if I hang around? I’ve got the day off work.” Piper manages The Gap at our local mall. She’s also studying interior design at the community college.
“Not at all. The past few weeks have been a nightmare. It’ll be nice to actually do normal things like feeding my horses and wash my car.” My sentence dies in my throat however when I realize I don’t have a car to wash. “Scrap that. My normalcy can commence after I find my car.”
As I reach for the phone, ready to call the police, Piper latches onto my wrist and smiles. “You’re a brave, strong woman, Lucy Tucker. Don’t ever forget it.”
“Thank you, Piper. And I’m not brave. I do what I have to to survive.” And there is no greater need for survival than right now.
* * * * *
“Would you look at that ass,” Piper dreamily coos. I don’t need to look up to see whose ass she’s gushing about.
I pat Potter along his mane while rubbing my cheeks along the bridge of his soft nose. I’ve missed my horses so much. Growing up, I was fortunate enough to own a couple of horses. I learned to ride early and it’s something I enjoy immensely to this day. There is something indescribable about jumping onto the back of a strapping beast and trusting one another completely. The freedom of running boundless is liberating. It was also my form of therapy. God knows I now need that therapy more than anything.
It’s coming up to twelve o’clock, and there’s still no sign of Sophia. I don’t know whether or not that’s a good or bad thing.
Piper’s inappropriate, but hilarious comments have kept me entertained, but at the back of my mind, I’m constantly thinking about Sam, and how his session is going.
“Do you think they’re identical all over? Inside and out?”
Piper’s odd question stops me in my tracks. “You’re not asking me what I think you’re asking me, are you?”
“That all depends.”
“On what?”
She continues staring at Saxon, who is bent over the broken fence, repairing a missing panel. “On if you’re talking about their dicks or not.”
I burst out laughing. Stroking Potter’s neck, I shake my head. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Piper.”
“And why not?” She finally turns to face me, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Because I don’t want to be talking about…Saxon’s junk.” I whisper the last two words, not wanting Saxon to overhear. My confession has me blushing.
She taps a finger against her lips, deep in thought. “Well, genetically speaking, Saxon’s junk should be identical to Sam’s. Therefore, it’s kind of like you telling me about Sam’s cock. So, I need details.”
I cover Potter’s ears, cackling loudly. “You are so inappropriate.”
“No, I’m curious about my future husband’s Mr. Happy, so quit holding out on me.” I know Piper and she won’t give up unless I tell her the gory details.
I guess she’s right. Sam’s bits are probably identical to Saxon’s, so it’s not like I’m envisioning Saxon’s junk as I describe how amazingly perfect it is.
For some unexplained reason, my gaze fixes on an unsuspecting Saxon, making this easier to explain. Licking my lips, I grin, feeling utterly wicked. “It’s big, like really big.”
“How big?” she asks, leaning against the railing and focusing on what I am.
“Big enough.”
Piper squeals while I shush her, not wanting Saxon to hear.
His sinewy body ripples in all the right places when he strikes a sledgehammer over his head and down onto the fencepost. A sheen of sweat coats my heated body, and I swallow.
“He’s so… elegantly long and thick.” I pause, my breathing mounting. “Sam’s not a hairy guy, but he has a perfect dark, soft scruff painting his bellybutton which leads…down. The curls highlight his toned V muscle. But the scruff, it’s groomed. It makes what he has so manly.”
My cheeks heat, my body trembles, and I’m absentmindedly biting my lip as I focus on Saxon. “When we have sex, Pipe, he knows all the right moves.”
“Holy shit,” she pants. “I think I just had a mini orgasm.”
“Me too,” I lazily reply, my eyes still rooted on Saxon as he wipes the sweat from his brow with his inked forearm. “I know I’m no expert on the matter, but I think it’s fair to say—” Piper shrieks “—everything is pretty damn perfect.”
