so much, and I'm so scared , she thought silently.
But did she love him enough to take a chance on love again?
Her answer amazed even her.
After shoving the cookies, candy and ice cream in the garbage, Ava stepped into a hot shower and squeezed a dollop of honeysuckle gel into her palms. She took a deep breath and smoothed the slippery fragrant suds down her neck to her breasts, and touched her nipples, fueling her arousal.
Closing her eyes, she murmured Shane's name. Wet from soap and arousal, Ava slid slippery fingers into her wet channel, gasping and tingling with wet heat.
"Shane’ she murmured, moving anxious fingers back up to her nipples, hard and slippery. Her clit swelled when she took the hand held shower hose and held it over her pussy lips. She slapped one palm flat to the cool tiles, and let the orgasm rip through her.
It was not enough.
Only Shane could satisfy her aching body, and fill her empty heart.
She missed him. More than she thought possible.
He missed her, more than he thought possible.
As he pulled open the door to With a Twist with more than a little force, the laughter, the smell of beer and perfume assaulted him. He looked over at the bar where Elena was serving beer on tap to several patrons.
But, he didn't see Ava. His hands shook. His heart pounded like a bass drum. She wasn't here. He approached the bar, but didn't sit.
"Have you seen Ava?"
She frowned. “No, and I don't expect to.” At Shane's questioning look, she handed him a beer he hadn't requested. “She's off tonight. Shane, is something wrong?"
"You could say that.” He took the bottle, downed the cold beverage, then slapped the empty bottle on the bar. He left a large bill and headed toward the exit. No sense in staying here. Ava wasn't coming, and with her gone, nothing seemed to matter.
The grating sound of false laughter caused him to freeze dead in his tracks. He knew that laugh. Shane turned when he saw his ex-fiancee Brittany, stuffed like a sausage into a loud red dress that stood out like a swirling light on a fire engine. She was with Ava's scum bag of an ex-husband. What the fuck were they doing in Ava's bar?
They sat so close they were nearly in each other's laps, looking oh so cozy.
Ignore them, go home, and don't talk to them, you fool.
But he wasn't going to pass up a chance to take his anger out on two most deserving subjects.
With a phony smile set in place, he made a beeline for their table with one thought in mind. Be the better man.
Yeah sure, like that was going to happen.
He sauntered up to them from behind and was pleased when they jumped at the sound of his arrival. “Well, well, looks like they'll serve just about anyone in here."
Brittany's smile faded fast when she eyed Shane. “Uh, Shane, hi, what are you doing here?"
Shane frowned. “I could ask you the same question."
Brittany shook her head, and shrugged. “We're celebrating our one year anniversary."
Stupid didn't even begin to describe these lame ass morons. Shane had to get them out of here. He didn't want Ava upset.
"In Ava's bar?” he boomed. “Are you both out of your fucking minds?"
"Ah, I guess you, ah, know my husband, Richard."
Shane craved nothing more than to smash Ava's ex-husband in his homely face. He'd watched this scum bag abuse Ava, and he wanted a reason to put the asshole in his place.
Instead, he slid clenched fists in his jeans pockets, hoping he was able to leave the bar without landing himself in jail. “Oh, you mean Dick?"
"Richard,” she corrected.
"Look, Shane, can't we just let bygones be bygones?"
He turned toward the voice of the man who had treated Ava like shit. He took a deep breath and mentally stopped himself from bashing this poor excuse for a man in the fucking face like a punching bag. “No, Dick, I don't think I will. I just want to tell you what I think of the both of you."
"What are you doing in my bar?"
At the sound of that sexy, whiskey tinged voice, Shane turned and
But did she love him enough to take a chance on love again?
Her answer amazed even her.
After shoving the cookies, candy and ice cream in the garbage, Ava stepped into a hot shower and squeezed a dollop of honeysuckle gel into her palms. She took a deep breath and smoothed the slippery fragrant suds down her neck to her breasts, and touched her nipples, fueling her arousal.
Closing her eyes, she murmured Shane's name. Wet from soap and arousal, Ava slid slippery fingers into her wet channel, gasping and tingling with wet heat.
"Shane’ she murmured, moving anxious fingers back up to her nipples, hard and slippery. Her clit swelled when she took the hand held shower hose and held it over her pussy lips. She slapped one palm flat to the cool tiles, and let the orgasm rip through her.
It was not enough.
Only Shane could satisfy her aching body, and fill her empty heart.
She missed him. More than she thought possible.
He missed her, more than he thought possible.
As he pulled open the door to With a Twist with more than a little force, the laughter, the smell of beer and perfume assaulted him. He looked over at the bar where Elena was serving beer on tap to several patrons.
But, he didn't see Ava. His hands shook. His heart pounded like a bass drum. She wasn't here. He approached the bar, but didn't sit.
"Have you seen Ava?"
She frowned. “No, and I don't expect to.” At Shane's questioning look, she handed him a beer he hadn't requested. “She's off tonight. Shane, is something wrong?"
"You could say that.” He took the bottle, downed the cold beverage, then slapped the empty bottle on the bar. He left a large bill and headed toward the exit. No sense in staying here. Ava wasn't coming, and with her gone, nothing seemed to matter.
The grating sound of false laughter caused him to freeze dead in his tracks. He knew that laugh. Shane turned when he saw his ex-fiancee Brittany, stuffed like a sausage into a loud red dress that stood out like a swirling light on a fire engine. She was with Ava's scum bag of an ex-husband. What the fuck were they doing in Ava's bar?
They sat so close they were nearly in each other's laps, looking oh so cozy.
Ignore them, go home, and don't talk to them, you fool.
But he wasn't going to pass up a chance to take his anger out on two most deserving subjects.
With a phony smile set in place, he made a beeline for their table with one thought in mind. Be the better man.
Yeah sure, like that was going to happen.
He sauntered up to them from behind and was pleased when they jumped at the sound of his arrival. “Well, well, looks like they'll serve just about anyone in here."
Brittany's smile faded fast when she eyed Shane. “Uh, Shane, hi, what are you doing here?"
Shane frowned. “I could ask you the same question."
Brittany shook her head, and shrugged. “We're celebrating our one year anniversary."
Stupid didn't even begin to describe these lame ass morons. Shane had to get them out of here. He didn't want Ava upset.
"In Ava's bar?” he boomed. “Are you both out of your fucking minds?"
"Ah, I guess you, ah, know my husband, Richard."
Shane craved nothing more than to smash Ava's ex-husband in his homely face. He'd watched this scum bag abuse Ava, and he wanted a reason to put the asshole in his place.
Instead, he slid clenched fists in his jeans pockets, hoping he was able to leave the bar without landing himself in jail. “Oh, you mean Dick?"
"Richard,” she corrected.
"Look, Shane, can't we just let bygones be bygones?"
He turned toward the voice of the man who had treated Ava like shit. He took a deep breath and mentally stopped himself from bashing this poor excuse for a man in the fucking face like a punching bag. “No, Dick, I don't think I will. I just want to tell you what I think of the both of you."
"What are you doing in my bar?"
At the sound of that sexy, whiskey tinged voice, Shane turned and
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