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“I felt kind of sorry for the guy. Yes, he was a jerk. Yes, I think he conspired with my stepmother to rob my father blind. And yes, they tried to take my home away from me. Even while he was scaring the bejesus out of me, but something inside of me said to just drop it.”
“So when I asked you why you were flustered, you didn’t tell me the truth,” he said. “You said it was because you rushed over. But you were flustered because you had just been at the grocery store. And the clerk said you left a pretty full cart.”
The full cart. That was for the party she was going to have to for the biker club which she was pretty sure she no longer wanted to have.
“I just didn’t feel like discussing it with you. Especially since you were busy,” she said.
She pulled away from him, but he drew her in closer.
“Please look at me,” he ordered. “That’s the second time you’ve said I was busy. How was I busy?”
Savannah could feel her face tighten with an attitude. She really didn’t want to talk about this.
“You were with your wife, Foley,” she said outright.
He raised his eye brows. He studied her. And then he smiled. He pulled her onto his lap. He chased her attention so that she could not avoid eye contact.
He said, “Susan Gretsky is my ex-wife. We are not married, but we are friends. I don’t kiss her. I don’t love her. I don’t fuck her. We knew each other back in Parshall. I was a Ghost then, and when we both had jobs that took us here when Danny asked me to anchor our club here. And when things didn’t work out between Susan and me, we were still on good terms. We really didn’t know anyone here, and it’s just comfortable staying in touch. She called me on my way to the grocery store so she could see for herself that I was alright. Sometimes she does that when she knows I’ve been on a big fire. Had she not done that, and had James Kerley not flipped out on you, I might have been covertly feeling you up in the vegetable aisle.”
“Oh, I see,” she said, feeling a smile spread throughout her from the inside out.
“So I guess you had a question about what my relationship is with my ex-wife?” he said.
“Yes, I did,” she chuckled.
“Why didn’t you ask it?” he asked.
“Because I just met you. Because there’s no real reason to. Because it’s not my place,” she said.
“And yet you wanted to ask it, and so you should have. And if it’s not your place, I can tell you clearly, it’s no one else’s. Not by a long shot. We have shared a bed together. We’ve fucked. And we are about to fuck once again. This doesn’t feel casual to me. Does it feel casual to you?”
“No, it doesn’t,” said Savannah.
“I’m not ready for something like this,” she said.
He gazed into her eyes. “Don’t even fucking tell me you don’t care. Because I can see in your eyes that you do.”
“Please.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me there’s nothing there. And I’ll go. I’ll leave you the fuck alone, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”
She looked into those gorgeous eyes of his.
“I need you right now,” he said. “I need you so damn bad. Please don’t make me leave. Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
All at once, the moment was thick with passion. Her head spun. His eyes were heavy-lidded. The two were on the same wave length as they slowly came together for a long awaited, much-needed kiss.
His scent filled her nostrils. It was wonderful to run her fingers through his lush hair. To feel his solid body as she glided her hands down the span of his muscled back and to hold him with all that she had. She could feel his erection.
“I miss your cock. Just being with you makes me wet.”
“You sure know how to turn me on.”
She touched his manhood. His dick was so hard, so fucking huge. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth right now.”
“You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t imagine making love to anyone else. Nobody
“So when I asked you why you were flustered, you didn’t tell me the truth,” he said. “You said it was because you rushed over. But you were flustered because you had just been at the grocery store. And the clerk said you left a pretty full cart.”
The full cart. That was for the party she was going to have to for the biker club which she was pretty sure she no longer wanted to have.
“I just didn’t feel like discussing it with you. Especially since you were busy,” she said.
She pulled away from him, but he drew her in closer.
“Please look at me,” he ordered. “That’s the second time you’ve said I was busy. How was I busy?”
Savannah could feel her face tighten with an attitude. She really didn’t want to talk about this.
“You were with your wife, Foley,” she said outright.
He raised his eye brows. He studied her. And then he smiled. He pulled her onto his lap. He chased her attention so that she could not avoid eye contact.
He said, “Susan Gretsky is my ex-wife. We are not married, but we are friends. I don’t kiss her. I don’t love her. I don’t fuck her. We knew each other back in Parshall. I was a Ghost then, and when we both had jobs that took us here when Danny asked me to anchor our club here. And when things didn’t work out between Susan and me, we were still on good terms. We really didn’t know anyone here, and it’s just comfortable staying in touch. She called me on my way to the grocery store so she could see for herself that I was alright. Sometimes she does that when she knows I’ve been on a big fire. Had she not done that, and had James Kerley not flipped out on you, I might have been covertly feeling you up in the vegetable aisle.”
“Oh, I see,” she said, feeling a smile spread throughout her from the inside out.
“So I guess you had a question about what my relationship is with my ex-wife?” he said.
“Yes, I did,” she chuckled.
“Why didn’t you ask it?” he asked.
“Because I just met you. Because there’s no real reason to. Because it’s not my place,” she said.
“And yet you wanted to ask it, and so you should have. And if it’s not your place, I can tell you clearly, it’s no one else’s. Not by a long shot. We have shared a bed together. We’ve fucked. And we are about to fuck once again. This doesn’t feel casual to me. Does it feel casual to you?”
“No, it doesn’t,” said Savannah.
“I’m not ready for something like this,” she said.
He gazed into her eyes. “Don’t even fucking tell me you don’t care. Because I can see in your eyes that you do.”
“Please.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me there’s nothing there. And I’ll go. I’ll leave you the fuck alone, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”
She looked into those gorgeous eyes of his.
“I need you right now,” he said. “I need you so damn bad. Please don’t make me leave. Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
All at once, the moment was thick with passion. Her head spun. His eyes were heavy-lidded. The two were on the same wave length as they slowly came together for a long awaited, much-needed kiss.
His scent filled her nostrils. It was wonderful to run her fingers through his lush hair. To feel his solid body as she glided her hands down the span of his muscled back and to hold him with all that she had. She could feel his erection.
“I miss your cock. Just being with you makes me wet.”
“You sure know how to turn me on.”
She touched his manhood. His dick was so hard, so fucking huge. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth right now.”
“You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t imagine making love to anyone else. Nobody
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