to her own devices, Holly would likely scare off all our clientele.”
“Good point.” I sigh and sit up. “Do you ever just wanna wish it all away? Just pack up and start over somewhere new?”
“All the time, and not at all.” She smiles at me, and I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“Me too.”
“I mean, even if we had nothing to hold us back, what would we do?”
“Well, I’m only good at one thing, but I can fix cars anywhere.”
“You’re good at more than just one thing.”
“True, but hiring myself out as a male prostitute wouldn’t sit well with the missus. She’s funny that way.” I wink, and she slaps at my chest. “What would you want to do?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. All I know how to do is bake, so I guess it’d be the same as living in Sugartown, only we’d be all alone.”
“We’d have each other.”
“We would, and Sammy, because he’d likely drive Dad crazy missing you.”
“I have a feeling he’d miss his sister, too. She is pretty incredible.”
She laughs, and then her eyes grow dark and the corners of her mouth turn down. “How do we do this? I don’t know how to live in the same town as him. I don’t—”
“Hey, we’ll get through it. I’m not gonna let him come within a hundred feet of you. I don’t care if I have to stay glued to your side for the rest of my days. He can’t ever touch you again. You got that? I’m never gonna let him hurt you.”
She nods, but I don’t know if she really believes it. I’ll just have to find a way to prove it to her.
I’ M DREAMING about shoving my cock in Ana’s sweet pussy from behind, when she shifts on the bed beneath me and whispers, “Baby, wake up.”
“I am awake,” I grunt and thrust harder. Obviously I’m not fucking her hard enough if she thinks I’m half-asleep. She squeaks as I ram in to the hilt, my heavy balls slapping against her slick cunt.
“You wanna see awake?” I ask, driving in again.
I take my finger and push it into her arsehole, and she cries out, “Ow. Would you cut it out, please?”
I blink down at her. She’s never had any complaints about arse-play before. When I open my eyes again, she’s lying on the bed beside me. My dick is no longer buried in her wet heat—it’s tucked safely under the blankets, and it’s rock-fucking-hard. She slaps my face and grips my shoulders, shaking me. “Wake up, you pervert. There’s someone in the shed.”
“I just cleaned out the shed yesterday,” I mumble and roll on top of her, attempting to pick up where I left off. I run my fingers up the inside of her thigh, cupping her soft arse with my hand and inching my way to her hole.
“Elijah! Stop trying to shove your fingers in my arse and get up! There’s someone on our property, and I’m not going to die because you wanna make all your degenerate sex dreams come true,” she whisper-yells from beneath me, gently slapping my face from side to side for good measure.
“Mmm her.” I groan and roll off. The room is still dark, and the DayGlo green from the alarm clock sears my eyes. “What the fuck, baby?”
“There’s someone in the shed.”
“I’m up.” I sigh and swing my legs off the bed, nearly tripping as I slide into a pair of sleep pants that I never use for sleeping.
“Do you think you could maybe go sometime today?”
“Woman, I’m going.” I shake my head to clear it, and wipe the crusts from my eyes as I make for the door.
“You don’t wanna take the baseball bat?” she asks, and the panic in her voice makes me pause. “Babe, it’s probably just a possum. What are you doing up at this hour, anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, only I looked out at the shed and the door was opened.”
“I probably just forgot to lock up.”
“There was a light on inside.”
“Maybe I forgot to turn it off.”
“Oh, well that explains why it went off when I turned the kitchen light on.”
The hairs on the back of
“Good point.” I sigh and sit up. “Do you ever just wanna wish it all away? Just pack up and start over somewhere new?”
“All the time, and not at all.” She smiles at me, and I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“Me too.”
“I mean, even if we had nothing to hold us back, what would we do?”
“Well, I’m only good at one thing, but I can fix cars anywhere.”
“You’re good at more than just one thing.”
“True, but hiring myself out as a male prostitute wouldn’t sit well with the missus. She’s funny that way.” I wink, and she slaps at my chest. “What would you want to do?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. All I know how to do is bake, so I guess it’d be the same as living in Sugartown, only we’d be all alone.”
“We’d have each other.”
“We would, and Sammy, because he’d likely drive Dad crazy missing you.”
“I have a feeling he’d miss his sister, too. She is pretty incredible.”
She laughs, and then her eyes grow dark and the corners of her mouth turn down. “How do we do this? I don’t know how to live in the same town as him. I don’t—”
“Hey, we’ll get through it. I’m not gonna let him come within a hundred feet of you. I don’t care if I have to stay glued to your side for the rest of my days. He can’t ever touch you again. You got that? I’m never gonna let him hurt you.”
She nods, but I don’t know if she really believes it. I’ll just have to find a way to prove it to her.
I’ M DREAMING about shoving my cock in Ana’s sweet pussy from behind, when she shifts on the bed beneath me and whispers, “Baby, wake up.”
“I am awake,” I grunt and thrust harder. Obviously I’m not fucking her hard enough if she thinks I’m half-asleep. She squeaks as I ram in to the hilt, my heavy balls slapping against her slick cunt.
“You wanna see awake?” I ask, driving in again.
I take my finger and push it into her arsehole, and she cries out, “Ow. Would you cut it out, please?”
I blink down at her. She’s never had any complaints about arse-play before. When I open my eyes again, she’s lying on the bed beside me. My dick is no longer buried in her wet heat—it’s tucked safely under the blankets, and it’s rock-fucking-hard. She slaps my face and grips my shoulders, shaking me. “Wake up, you pervert. There’s someone in the shed.”
“I just cleaned out the shed yesterday,” I mumble and roll on top of her, attempting to pick up where I left off. I run my fingers up the inside of her thigh, cupping her soft arse with my hand and inching my way to her hole.
“Elijah! Stop trying to shove your fingers in my arse and get up! There’s someone on our property, and I’m not going to die because you wanna make all your degenerate sex dreams come true,” she whisper-yells from beneath me, gently slapping my face from side to side for good measure.
“Mmm her.” I groan and roll off. The room is still dark, and the DayGlo green from the alarm clock sears my eyes. “What the fuck, baby?”
“There’s someone in the shed.”
“I’m up.” I sigh and swing my legs off the bed, nearly tripping as I slide into a pair of sleep pants that I never use for sleeping.
“Do you think you could maybe go sometime today?”
“Woman, I’m going.” I shake my head to clear it, and wipe the crusts from my eyes as I make for the door.
“You don’t wanna take the baseball bat?” she asks, and the panic in her voice makes me pause. “Babe, it’s probably just a possum. What are you doing up at this hour, anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, only I looked out at the shed and the door was opened.”
“I probably just forgot to lock up.”
“There was a light on inside.”
“Maybe I forgot to turn it off.”
“Oh, well that explains why it went off when I turned the kitchen light on.”
The hairs on the back of
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