Page 54 of Sally Jones


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Sally: Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me like that? I’ve had enough of this crap. We are not together. You haven’t even spoken to me in weeks.

Sally: You know what I really don’t deserve this. We had a single night together. You couldn’t find a way to spend more than one and a half days with me and that was it. So no I wasn’t ready to commit to a long-distance relationship which involved never seeing you. Get your damn head out of your ass.

After hitting send I put my head in my hands. Hank was right about one thing; the photo Blakely put on social media was a shitty mistake and might give my stalker a giantfreakin’ clue. My hands were trembling. I stood up and blew out a shaky breath. With brisk steps I speed walked down a bicycle trail beside the river.

Of course, I could relocate. Pick a place on the map this time where no one knew me. Change my name and hair color, again. My hands balled into fists.

Here’s the strange thing I’d discovered about myself, after being chained to a bed for three days: I’ve got that freaky fighter-pilot calm. What I mean is, fear and stress don’t always rattle me the way you’d expect. Maybe, if that pathetic piece of shit stalker did find me, he’d get more than he bargained for.

Sally: I’m not running. I’ll practice with that gun you gave me. Pick up some more weapons. And install about a hundred security cameras. On the bright side if I face him maybe I’ll get a chance to hit him with a table lamp too.

Hank: That’s reckless. He could KILL YOU. Don’t put yourself at risk.

Sally: Says the guy that ran after a truck full of loaded guns.

Hank: I’m trained. Don’t confront this asshole if you can help it.

Hank: And it was more than one night for me. A lot more.

Sally: Well maybe after I take care of this damn stalker I’ll be able to go home. Right now I’m 2000 miles away.

Sally: I’m sorry. You deserve better than me.

Snapping my phone closed, I trekked over to my car with my chest aching.

Back at the house, more furniture had arrived and Rosie was busily putting it together. Michelle stopped by and helped to arrange everything and to get more of the pieces in place.

At five, Clint walked through the door, frowning.

I dusted my hands off. “Hey, are you hungry? I askedAntonio to make extra tonight in case you made it in time for dinner.”

“Yeah, sure.” He stared at me, his big puppy dog eyes miserable.

“Well, come on in. I picked up some beer for you.”

“Thanks.”

“You okay?”

He glanced around. Rosie and Michelle were gone, and Antonio was outside with his grill. “My back hurts a little. Can we go lie down?”

I kissed him on the chin. “Sure.”

A muscle twitched in his jaw. He turned away and galumphed down the hallway. I sighed. The guy didn’t give up until he got his own way. I got us a couple of drinks then followed him.

When it was football season, his training and game schedule were a full-time job and then some. “Roll over,” I said. “I’ll massage your back for you.”

He grunted and took his shirt off. Instead of lying on his stomach though, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. “My new contract was finalized today. Nebraska wants me there on Monday.”

I put my head on his shoulder. “Well, the season is started. They need you, don’t they?”

He twisted us around so I was pinned on the bed underneath him. Then he was kissing me hard, his knee pressing my legs open. He yanked my dress up. I wrapped my legs around him and ground against him. He rolled to the side and kicked his shorts down his legs while yanking my underwear off. Briefly his mouth was between my legs, licking and biting. I managed to grab a condom from the side table as he crawled up my body.

He tried to swat my hands away. I glared at him. Heglanced away, his jaw clenching. I slid it on him. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and pounded in.

It was hard and fast and really hit my G-spot. I came and then so did he, his head thrown back. “God, Sally.”

I cleaned up and then did actually rub his back and legs. When I asked him to massage mine, after only two minutes of his strong hands he was grunting and nudging between my legs. I lifted my hips up obligingly so he could slide in from behind. I fingered myself while we both climbed to another climax.

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