furniture and most of her other belongings in storage for now, but she’d brought along some magazines and books to make the place feel like home—like her home. Mostly astronomy reference books and some of her favorite coffee table books featuring good visuals of planets, galaxies, and nebulae. From the moment she’d let her dad talk her into coming here for the summer, she’d planned on doing a lot of sky-watching.
Which, of course, brought back thoughts of Mick Brody. Not that they’d been far away—“the Brody incident,” as Sue Ann had taken to calling it over lunch, had continued to dominate their conversation. In fact, Jenny had planned to use the lunch to catch up with Sue Ann and ask about some of her old friends and neighbors, but casual sex clearly superseded catching up.
So now she officially had Mick Brody on the brain. Which was better than having Terrence and Kelsey on the brain. Maybe.
And what was up with her telescope? She was trying not to think about that part—somehow hoping it might magically appear somewhere, on her doorstep, or on the dock. In fact, when Sue Ann had driven her home, they’d both carefully scanned the whole area, just in case, and after calling her dad about the air-conditioning, Jenny had sat in the front porch rocking chair, watching the lake and the steep shore beyond for any sign of Mick.
If the telescope didn’t turn up, if he didn’t bring it back on his own, would she return there? Would she dare go up to that cabin? Her stomach pinched just thinking about it.
He’d been angry enough just finding her in his woods—how angry would he be if she came to his door, even if she had a perfectly valid reason? And how weird was it that she was so scared of a guy she’d actually allowed to penetrate her with his penis, for heaven’s sake?
Oh my—the thought brought another wave of heat over her in the already too-warm house. But what a penis it had been. Not that she’d gotten a really good look at it—but good enough. And she’d certainly felt the full impact of it. She bit her lip, remembering the pleasure of being filled that way. The pleasure of being filled a whole new way, by a whole new man, a man who was driven to seduce her at the precise time he was trying to get her off his property.
That part hadn’t escaped her. He’d been so determined to make her leave—he must have wanted her pretty badly to have forgotten about that for a while.
Or…maybe it just meant he was a typical horn dog guy.
But even if so, to her surprise, the forbidden excitement of the event, the sensation of being wanted, was beginning to override the horror and emptiness of having meaningless sex. In fact, maybe—for her anyway—those things alone, coming at this particular moment in her life, were enough to give it meaning.
When her father grumbled again, following the loud bang of some tool or other, Jenny flinched—at how violently thoughts of what she’d done with Mick Brody clashed with thoughts of her dad. She instantly likened it to what happened when two stars collided—a scorching explosion that dwarfed anything we could comprehend here on Earth.
Her father had always disliked the Brodys , as most people did—he’d warned her to stay away from them as a child, and she knew he’d had several run-ins with them in his job. He’d arrested the older boy, Wayne, at least twice, once for a bar fight, and once for breaking into McMillan’s Hardware, right next door to Dolly’s Café. He’d made the long, twisting drive out to the isolated south side of the lake when people on their own side had heard gunshots and yelling, and he had arrested Harlan Brody, the father, on a domestic charge. And she recalled that both Brody boys had been suspected in a liquor store robbery in the neighboring town of Crestview while she’d been away at college.
That’s when it hit her. Wow. Had she just had sex with a guy who robbed liquor stores? The very thought made her
Which, of course, brought back thoughts of Mick Brody. Not that they’d been far away—“the Brody incident,” as Sue Ann had taken to calling it over lunch, had continued to dominate their conversation. In fact, Jenny had planned to use the lunch to catch up with Sue Ann and ask about some of her old friends and neighbors, but casual sex clearly superseded catching up.
So now she officially had Mick Brody on the brain. Which was better than having Terrence and Kelsey on the brain. Maybe.
And what was up with her telescope? She was trying not to think about that part—somehow hoping it might magically appear somewhere, on her doorstep, or on the dock. In fact, when Sue Ann had driven her home, they’d both carefully scanned the whole area, just in case, and after calling her dad about the air-conditioning, Jenny had sat in the front porch rocking chair, watching the lake and the steep shore beyond for any sign of Mick.
If the telescope didn’t turn up, if he didn’t bring it back on his own, would she return there? Would she dare go up to that cabin? Her stomach pinched just thinking about it.
He’d been angry enough just finding her in his woods—how angry would he be if she came to his door, even if she had a perfectly valid reason? And how weird was it that she was so scared of a guy she’d actually allowed to penetrate her with his penis, for heaven’s sake?
Oh my—the thought brought another wave of heat over her in the already too-warm house. But what a penis it had been. Not that she’d gotten a really good look at it—but good enough. And she’d certainly felt the full impact of it. She bit her lip, remembering the pleasure of being filled that way. The pleasure of being filled a whole new way, by a whole new man, a man who was driven to seduce her at the precise time he was trying to get her off his property.
That part hadn’t escaped her. He’d been so determined to make her leave—he must have wanted her pretty badly to have forgotten about that for a while.
Or…maybe it just meant he was a typical horn dog guy.
But even if so, to her surprise, the forbidden excitement of the event, the sensation of being wanted, was beginning to override the horror and emptiness of having meaningless sex. In fact, maybe—for her anyway—those things alone, coming at this particular moment in her life, were enough to give it meaning.
When her father grumbled again, following the loud bang of some tool or other, Jenny flinched—at how violently thoughts of what she’d done with Mick Brody clashed with thoughts of her dad. She instantly likened it to what happened when two stars collided—a scorching explosion that dwarfed anything we could comprehend here on Earth.
Her father had always disliked the Brodys , as most people did—he’d warned her to stay away from them as a child, and she knew he’d had several run-ins with them in his job. He’d arrested the older boy, Wayne, at least twice, once for a bar fight, and once for breaking into McMillan’s Hardware, right next door to Dolly’s Café. He’d made the long, twisting drive out to the isolated south side of the lake when people on their own side had heard gunshots and yelling, and he had arrested Harlan Brody, the father, on a domestic charge. And she recalled that both Brody boys had been suspected in a liquor store robbery in the neighboring town of Crestview while she’d been away at college.
That’s when it hit her. Wow. Had she just had sex with a guy who robbed liquor stores? The very thought made her
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