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there! He thrust deep in her pussy and
said wonderful, horrible, crude things in her ear.   He wrapped an arm across her chest, bracing her against his
own thrusting weight, sending his other hand to bring lovely long talented
fingers to bear on other matters.
    The world
exploded.
     
    Later,
she was vaguely aware of being sticky, warm, and curled into a ball surrounded
by his big hard warm body and he had a hand wrapped possessively around her
breast.
     

 
    Chapter 9
     
    In the
kitchen the following morning Denise sat in her chair, numb, hands clutching a
mug of coffee.   Andrew spoke
calmly, and she imagined what he was going on about must be important or he
wouldn’t have woken her up to talk about it, would he?   Regardless, she hadn’t a clue what he
was saying.   She took a long sip of
coffee.
    He’d woken her up, one
hand on her shoulder, gently shaking.   “Have breakfast with me.   We
need to talk.”
    “I don’t eat breakfast.”
      “Drink some coffee then.”
      Remembering last night, what he had done
to her, she flushed, involuntarily squeezing her thighs together tightly.
Surely by this time yesterday the man had already left the house?   So why was he still here today?   It was a good thing he’d dragged her
butt out of bed or she’d have screwed up the school day for the boys.   Her mind was coming on line now, and
she wanted him out the door so he didn’t witness how hard it was to get her
brothers out of bed.
    Andrew slid a notebook
towards her, following it with a pen.   “Do you want to stay here?   Indefinitely?”
    She straightened
abruptly in her chair.   “What do
you mean?”
      “If we’re going to live here, this place
needs a lot of repair work.”
      Denise opened her mouth to object
because she hated being told what to do. She also intended to fire a million
questions because she could criticize her home but he couldn’t.
      Andrew shot a warning gaze in her
direction and lifted a ‘do not interrupt me finger”.
      The temperature of her blood began to
creep up.   She shut her mouth
because she was sick of constantly bickering.   A second later she opened it again to drink more coffee.
    “No big deal,” her
husband was saying, “but no need to bother if you want to live somewhere else.”
      “This is my brothers’ home!”
    The husband didn’t even
blink.   Actually, he nodded. He
also stood up. “So, start by calling Jim Breshares, Tom McMasters, and Hank
Nestor.   They’re all good general contractors.   See which one you feel most
comfortable with.” He stood up and started rifling his bag. “They’ll go through
the place and tell you what needs to be done structurally, and they’ll listen
to what you want the place to look like.”   Andrew shoved his chair back to the table. He tossed several business
cards towards her.   “Let’s talk at
that point.   It’s your call, but
keep me appraised.”
      William walked into the room and
Denise’s heart stuttered and apparently stopped, waiting for something bad to
happen.
    “Yo.”   William bumped fists with Andrew. His
hair stood straight up from his head and veered sharply left. His eyes were
slitty slices in his face.   But he
was up.
    She looked at
Andrew.   His face gave nothing
away.   Noise on the stairs told her
the other two were on their way.   The man must have woken them up.   There was no way in hell they’d be up otherwise.
      Obviously, his wake up techniques hit a
notch above her own on the effectiveness scale.
    She whipped her head
around to stare at the clock.   Was
there time to take them to breakfast?   Could she pay the driver extra to pass by a drive thru?   She bet she could, but wasn’t sure it
was the best thing to do on the first day.
    Andrew raised a brow and
moved rapidly across the kitchen.   He put a hand out to catch Zander’s as the kid poured coffee into a
mug.   Denise blushed. Yep! In this
house, no one had ever paid attention to