stands. I start to rise but stop as he leans down and speaks to my grandma. "Helen, would you give me the honor of a dance?"
I smile as I watch her glow and take his hand. Her eyes twinkle as she walks with her hand in his. Compared to his six-foot-plus build, she is petite and small, yet when she looks up at him, her cheeks are pink and full of joy. They glide over the dance floor.
Kevin taps me on the shoulder. "Hey, sis, can I have this dance?"
I nod, still mesmerized by the sight of Duncan Willis dancing with my grandma.
"Sorry I give you such a hard time," Kevin says once we're on the dance floor. "It's great seeing you happy. Dunc is an OK guy."
I swallow the lump in my throat. "Yes, he is."
When the song changes, Kevin and Duncan exchange partners.
"You're even more gorgeous tonight than you were in that gold dress."
I lean into Duncan's arms as he glides me across the floor. "I think you're pretty damn handsome yourself."
"You know what's better about tonight than at the holiday party?"
"What?" I ask, hoping I know the answer.
He moves his lips close to my ear, his warm cinnamon breath kissing my skin and sending chills to my pussy. "Tonight I know what you have under that blue dress, and tonight I'm going to get to enjoy that warm, wet cunt."
I lean back with a smirk. "What makes you think I'm wet, Mr. Willis?"
"You're always wet and ready for me, and I fucking love it."
I t's early Sunday afternoon and in a few hours all of Kimbra's family will be gathering for a big pig roast. It's the send-off party before Kurt and Scarlet leave for their honeymoon. Two weeks. They're going to travel around the country for two weeks in a motor home.
I have to admit the idea sounds awful, but then again, a week ago I never would have thought the idea of a pig roast would be appealing. But now I'm looking forward to it.
I asked Kevin if I could borrow his truck and drive back to Indianapolis. It's about a forty-minute drive from where her parents live, but I'm certain I can't find what I want way out in the country. Finding it in the city isn't easy either. The race and race fans consume every available space, but thanks to my phone and Google maps, I accomplish my goal.
As I drive back toward the Joneses' house, I consider what I want to do. What I have planned isn't me, but nothing about this weekend has been me, and for the first time in my life, I love it. I love seeing Kimbra smile, watching her cum, and feeling her shudder around my cock. I love reaching for her hand as we walk, holding her in my arms and listening to her breaths as she sleeps. I adore the taste of her cum as she squirts into my mouth or watching her suck my cock. I love her crazy family and the way her grandma walked up to Scarlet at the reception and handed her the vibrator.
Having anyone permanent in my life never sounded appealing, but Christ! Maybe one day Kimbra will want to take a two-week motor home trip. And if she does, I'll do it. In a few short days, I've seen a different side to a woman I've known for two years, one I really didn't know until now. And now, I don't want to let her go.
Because, fuck, I love her.
Like I said before, I don't pussyfoot around. When I want something, I take it. As I drive up the long driveway of Oscar and Judy's home, I have the sensation of floating—scared of what will happen and excited that it could all be real.
I don't notice or recognize the car parked outside the house, but why would I?
The screen door slams as I stop inside the front room. My world suddenly stops.
Sitting on the couch, next to Susan is the woman from accounting. The woman from the bathroom. The one who almost had my dick in her mouth.
"Duncan," she says as she stands.
I can't even remember her name. Did I ever know it? Why is she here, in Indiana?
The entire room of eyes stares from her to me. I look from Oscar to Judy. Judy to Helen. Helen to Susan, and finally to Kevin. His arms are crossed over his chest and his
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