Goodbye!”
She twirled toward Zeb, and exclaimed, “I can’t stand it!” Zeb stood and went to her, where she face-planted in his chest. “You need to tell me again why I can’t confront him.”
Zeb brushed under her hair and grasped her nape. “Did he say he’s going to be out all day?” She nodded against his chest. “That’s why, sweetness.”
“Because of the question of why did he come back to me?” she muttered, but her lips were moving on his muscle and it felt good.
He squeezed her nape. “Yeah.” Then he added, “You do not ever call me babe. You feeling me, Carly?”
She turned her nose up to his chin, and her breasts pressed deeper into him. “That’s not hard to promise, honey.”
“So come on, your house is clear, let’s go get some of your stuff.” Maybe he’d get some inspiration looking at their place about what the hell was going on.
They got dressed, with Carly complaining all the way to the truck she’d drove up in that she felt naked.
Zeb took the keys from her and persuaded her toward the passenger side, as he asked, “A thong’s going to make you feel more dressed?”
No way was he giving back that souvenir. She pouted at him as she sat in the seat, swinging her legs in. He lifted his gaze to her face while not reminding her she flew in there that morning in what little she had covering her. Because besides doing it unescorted, or at least with him expecting her, he did not see her having no panties on as a bad thing, as long as he was by her side.
“You’ll be in the truck, no one will see,” he said, after just seeing the outlines of her bare butt swaying through the sunlight and that gauzy dress she was wearing. “We get you home, you change. It’ll be cool.” And he’d still have her panties.
He kissed her and she remained stubborn for a second, then she melted. To his bones he liked he could melt her like that with just his lips. Then when he straightened, he saw Coco over the roof of the truck. She was put together from head to toe, as if she were going out for an expensive day at the spa or shopping. Her hair was curled and twisted up, makeup applied with lots of berry-colored lipstick. She was wearing wide-legged white pants and a white jacket, kind of like they matched. Maybe it was a woman’s suit or something, but she was tiptoe-skipping toward him wearing really high heels again.
“Zeb,” she called. Carly’s neck arched up to him as he glanced down at her.
“Tell me that’s not what you call suburb,” Carly muttered as she pushed back out of the seat, but she stayed close in by the truck. And he saw her hug her chest.
“I just wanted to show you this,” Coco said, as she reached them a little breathless. Well, okay, he might be thinking that Carly was kind of cute girly, but Coco took the prize on high maintenance.
“That’s Coco. That’s Carly,” he said between them, and he liked Carly reaching forward.
“Nice to meet you, Coco.”
Coco’s smile came big as she took Carly’s hand. That was quite a transformation, and his eyes widened as he saw Carly’s widen too.
“So good to meet you, Carly,” Coco said with sincerity and enthusiasm. “I just don’t know anyone here, and your Zeb was very kind to me.”
Carly glanced over her shoulder at him, and he moved to hug her back at her smile. “I’m glad he helped you,” Carly said, while looking up at him, then she turned to look at Coco, who still held her hand.
“I can see you two are going out, but could you take a quick look at this picture. Maybe you’ve seen him.” Coco lifted her other hand to show them a picture of a slightly balding man, but probably Coco’s age, in a suit standing in front of a building that had a sign, “Maxwell Accounting Firm.” “That’s my husband, Gordon,” Coco whispered. Then she added, “He’s missing.”
Carly squeezed Coco’s hand. “Is it serious?” she asked, looking closely at the man. “I mean the missing part?
She twirled toward Zeb, and exclaimed, “I can’t stand it!” Zeb stood and went to her, where she face-planted in his chest. “You need to tell me again why I can’t confront him.”
Zeb brushed under her hair and grasped her nape. “Did he say he’s going to be out all day?” She nodded against his chest. “That’s why, sweetness.”
“Because of the question of why did he come back to me?” she muttered, but her lips were moving on his muscle and it felt good.
He squeezed her nape. “Yeah.” Then he added, “You do not ever call me babe. You feeling me, Carly?”
She turned her nose up to his chin, and her breasts pressed deeper into him. “That’s not hard to promise, honey.”
“So come on, your house is clear, let’s go get some of your stuff.” Maybe he’d get some inspiration looking at their place about what the hell was going on.
They got dressed, with Carly complaining all the way to the truck she’d drove up in that she felt naked.
Zeb took the keys from her and persuaded her toward the passenger side, as he asked, “A thong’s going to make you feel more dressed?”
No way was he giving back that souvenir. She pouted at him as she sat in the seat, swinging her legs in. He lifted his gaze to her face while not reminding her she flew in there that morning in what little she had covering her. Because besides doing it unescorted, or at least with him expecting her, he did not see her having no panties on as a bad thing, as long as he was by her side.
“You’ll be in the truck, no one will see,” he said, after just seeing the outlines of her bare butt swaying through the sunlight and that gauzy dress she was wearing. “We get you home, you change. It’ll be cool.” And he’d still have her panties.
He kissed her and she remained stubborn for a second, then she melted. To his bones he liked he could melt her like that with just his lips. Then when he straightened, he saw Coco over the roof of the truck. She was put together from head to toe, as if she were going out for an expensive day at the spa or shopping. Her hair was curled and twisted up, makeup applied with lots of berry-colored lipstick. She was wearing wide-legged white pants and a white jacket, kind of like they matched. Maybe it was a woman’s suit or something, but she was tiptoe-skipping toward him wearing really high heels again.
“Zeb,” she called. Carly’s neck arched up to him as he glanced down at her.
“Tell me that’s not what you call suburb,” Carly muttered as she pushed back out of the seat, but she stayed close in by the truck. And he saw her hug her chest.
“I just wanted to show you this,” Coco said, as she reached them a little breathless. Well, okay, he might be thinking that Carly was kind of cute girly, but Coco took the prize on high maintenance.
“That’s Coco. That’s Carly,” he said between them, and he liked Carly reaching forward.
“Nice to meet you, Coco.”
Coco’s smile came big as she took Carly’s hand. That was quite a transformation, and his eyes widened as he saw Carly’s widen too.
“So good to meet you, Carly,” Coco said with sincerity and enthusiasm. “I just don’t know anyone here, and your Zeb was very kind to me.”
Carly glanced over her shoulder at him, and he moved to hug her back at her smile. “I’m glad he helped you,” Carly said, while looking up at him, then she turned to look at Coco, who still held her hand.
“I can see you two are going out, but could you take a quick look at this picture. Maybe you’ve seen him.” Coco lifted her other hand to show them a picture of a slightly balding man, but probably Coco’s age, in a suit standing in front of a building that had a sign, “Maxwell Accounting Firm.” “That’s my husband, Gordon,” Coco whispered. Then she added, “He’s missing.”
Carly squeezed Coco’s hand. “Is it serious?” she asked, looking closely at the man. “I mean the missing part?
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