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“Ah, there you are, you gorgeous hunk.” She all but swooned as a picture of him appeared on the Utah County Sheriff's website. “Carter Scott,” she read. The name rolled off her tongue like the most decadent dark chocolate. “Hmm, Carter Scott. Such a manly name.” Taking another sip of the wine, she scanned the information on his career. “Impressive, Carter, my love... just like every lickable inch of that muscled body of yours.”
Shifting in the chair with sudden discomfort, she pulled the towel loose between her breasts. They had become swollen and sensitive.
“Tone it down, Missy. You’ve been as hot as a smoldering ember since you first slapped eyes on the man. Teasing yourself into a lust-filled frenzy is only going to exasperate your frustration and set you alight. He’s nowhere near to serve your desires.” She snorted as her words floated back to her. “As if I don’t know that!”
Daphne didn’t classify herself as a nymphomaniac, but neither did she shy away from her sexual needs and desires. However, she was particular about the kind of man she indulged herself with.
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Not that I have indulged myself for quite some time.” She frowned as she tried to remember when last she had sex—with a man, not her trusted dildo, Big Joe. “Hmm. I can’t even remember. Hell, no.” She took a long sip of wine. A grim smile twitched on her lips. “It’s high time I find a good, hard penis to flush out my pipes again... before they become clogged up like a cobweb!”
A smile of pleasure brightened her face as a video call flashed on her cell phone screen. Folding the towel around her again, she settled deeper into the chair before swiping her finger upward to answer.
“Ah, my delightful little sisters,” she teased them with her normal way of greeting and laughed gaily at their usual choir response.
“Little, my ass.”
“The days of being called little have long passed, big sis,” snickered Bailey, the middle sibling. “We all love glazed donuts too much for any of us to fit into a size two pair of jeans ever again.”
Rolling her eyes, Daphne sipped her wine. “That’s not what I meant, snip, and you know it.”
“Pfft, so, I’m suddenly a mind reader, then?”
“Oh, number two is in a mood, is she?” Daphne asked Riley, the youngest born. In truth, there was only a couple of minutes difference between them since they were twins. Daphne was six years older than them. Their parents never intended to have more than one child but were pleasantly surprised to find out they were expecting twins. For Daphne, growing up had changed after their birth, but once the twins were older, they had become very close and loved spending time together.
“Don’t I know it?” Riley responded as she flopped over onto her stomach. They were in Bailey’s bedroom, getting ready for their weekly movie night, which Daphne would’ve joined had she been home. “Can’t blame her, though. That bitch of a boss of hers has been on her case the entire week. I don’t know why she just doesn’t quit.”
“Oh, yeah?” Bailey smirked. “I suppose you’re going to cover my mortgage and car payments? It’s not the 1980s, Riley. I can’t very well quit until I have another job.”
“Then get off your ass and start looking for one. With your experience and talent, I have no doubt you’ll find something better if you just apply yourself. You know you hate your job ever since that woman took over when Robert Young got promoted.” Riley ducked as Bailey swung a pillow at her head. “Silencing me isn’t going to change facts, sister dear. That bitch isn’t going anywhere, and as long as she’s in that position of power, neither are you... except perhaps into an early grave from an aneurysm brought on by pure frustration and anger.”
“I hate to be the balancing act here, but I’m with Riley on this,” Daphne said in a soothing voice. “It’s been two years, and the situation at work for you is getting worse by the day. You know what I always say. If you’re not happy where you work, you’re not happy in your life. You’re twenty-eight. It’s time to manifest a positive shift in your life.”
“Kudos for making me feel even worse, Daph,” Bailey bleated. She held up her hands to prevent further debate. “Enough, already. I got the message.” She settled next to Riley on the bed. “So, where in the country are you this time?”
“Provo.” Daphne took a long sip of her wine.
“I thought you said you’re going to Spanish Fork?” Riley interjected.
“I am but decided on the way to spend the night here... especially after I got pulled over by the most titillating sheriff this side of the Mississippi.”
“Oh! Do tell,” Bailey’s eyes lit up. “Is he coming over?” She peered at Daphne’s relaxed body wrapped in a towel. “Especially seeing as you are so inappropriately dressed.”
“I had to take a cold shower when I arrived to cool down my libido. Lemme tell you, that man ignited a fire inside me that is still running on burning embers. Just talking about him has me wet and sticky in my nether regions.”
“Well, do something about it. Get dressed and go find your sheriff,” Riley giggled. “There’s nothing as exciting as a hottie in a small town, right? And since when does a Fowler sister wait for a man to come to her? You’re damaging our karma, sis. Go, grab the man by the dick and lead him astray.”
“Yep, this time, I’m with Riley. Get off your ass, Daph. Since neither of us has had the pleasure of a horizontal boogie in quite some time... have one for each of us as well. If we can’t do the fucking, at least we can enjoy the telling afterward.”
“Hey! I don’t kiss and tell,” Daphne protested, all too aware of the tingling between her legs that was testament of her juices trickling from her girlie bits. Anticipation was a bitch! She smiled sadly. Especially knowing there won’t be a chance of feeding her lusts.
Not tonight, at any rate. The sheriff’s office was already closed, and she had no intention of running around town asking about him.
“Since when?” Bailey’s voice yanked her attention back to them.
“Since this one is a man... a real man with bulging muscles and a face that would make both of you swoon and drool over him like Hoover, our old dog, did over a bone.”
“Ah, so you’re already possessive of him,” Riley said with sparkling eyes. She nudged Bailey. “Look at how red her cheeks are. Our sister is besotted with a man!”
“I’m not besotted with him,” Daphne protested but couldn’t keep the smile from lurking on her lips. “I lust after him... big time! Mark my words, Fowler sisters, before I come back home, Sheriff Carter Scott is gonna be taking a very vigorous journey between my legs!”
