“I’m kinda rooting for him now. Don’t say anything.”

“Who the hell would I say anything to?” I asked, bringing my other arm around her. “Feel the need to stress again, Wild. I don’t care who Jamie fucks, who Tori fucks, or if they finally end up fucking each other. That’s their business. Only person I care about in terms of fucking is you.”

She got up on her toes and, with excitement racing through her voice, said, “Then you better give me a tour of this place and do it fast, ’cause I’d really like to get to the fucking part.”

I leaned back.

“Here?”

“Yes,” she strained. “It’s the entire reason for this outfit I’m wearing because these shorts make my butt look really nice and I know how much you like staring at my butt. So …” She released her arms from around me, wiggled out of my hold, and grabbed my hand, tugging. “Give me a quick tour and then take me to your office. And every time you go in there, I want you thinking about me and what I looked like with my legs spread wide on your desk.”

Fuck yeah. That was one helluva visual.

Wild pulled me along the counter, and without her seeing, I slid the classifieds underneath a magazine then cut my eyes back to her and lowered them to her ass.

She was spot on with my obsession and my dick was hard before we reached the other side of the room. The tour lasted all of thirty seconds before I started moving my hands over her tits and between her legs and she started grinding back and grasping at me. Then our mouths took over and I somehow managed to keep kissing and touching and building it for her while taking the time needed to lock the front door and flip the sign to Closed.

We made it to the office a second before her limbs started shaking and she was tightening around my fingers and moaning in my mouth.

Then I fucked her while I sucked her tits, shot my cum onto her stomach when she told me to, and watched her rub in it with that heavy look in her eyes like having me all over her was the biggest fucking turn-on, leading to me getting hard seconds after finishing and taking her again, eyes on her ass the whole time she bent over the desk with her arms braced. I pounded her to another orgasm and rooted deep when I couldn’t hold off, filling her pussy as she cried out and clenched around me.

She was right. I’d never look at this desk the same again.

* * *

Bag in hand, I crossed the parking lot of Carolina East Therapeutic Riding, climbed the ramp, kicked the dirt off my feet when I reached the top, then yanked the door open, stepping inside the small office.

I was in a hurry. I needed to get this done so I could get to Tori’s and have dinner with Syd. She was expecting me right after work and I was hoping Mona wasn’t going to keep me long or give me shit about this.

I didn’t have time to argue, and it wouldn’t fucking matter anyway. I was going through with this, and nothing she could say would change that.

Mona was seated at her desk on the phone. She glanced up at the sound of my entrance and greeted me with a quick smile, then whispered something into the line, listening and disconnecting a second later.

“Brian, it’s good to see you,” she exclaimed with her usual kind voice. She pushed out of her chair and stood to round her desk but halted behind it when she saw me making my way across the room. “Though it’s a little unexpected. You were just here.”

“I know,” I muttered, lifting the bag off my shoulder and setting it on the desk. I looked her in the eyes. “Need you to do one last thing for me, Mona. This is it.”

Her shoulders slumped.

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s unnecessary, Brian.”

I ignored her comment, it was typical and expected, then I pushed the bag in front of her.

“Need you to make sure Owen and his family get this,” I told her. “Can’t leave it at their house like I’ve been doing. Someone could take it.”

She stared at me, then lowered her gaze to the bag.

“What is it?” she questioned while sliding the zipper open. She pulled the flaps back and peered inside, her breath catching on a gasp. “Brian,” she whispered, looking up with caution flooding her voice. “Where did you get this money?”

“It’s mine to give,” I assured. “Didn’t do anything illegal to get it. Know that’s what you’re thinking and you don’t need to be thinking that. That’s clean money. I need you to make sure it gets to them.”

“It’s too much.”

“It’s not.” I shoved my hands into my pockets. “Not even close.”

Mona kept her hands on the duffle as she closed her eyes and breathed slow, conflicted, and pitying breaths.

I could argue with her for years over this, force my understanding onto Mona and will it to stick, and she’d still come back telling me I was wrong and this was excessive beyond reason. It was who she was.

Like Jenna and Jamie and Cole, she didn’t understand my fault or the guilt I carried with me. She couldn’t. No one could.

They weren’t there. They weren’t responsible.

They would never understand.

I could never give enough. I could never give them back what I took but I could do this.

I needed to do this.

“Mona,” I prompted, watching her eyes slide open. “Please.”

Her hands fisted the duffle.

“I just …I don’t know if you realize what this will mean to them or if you will ever know because you won’t allow yourself to feel that, Brian, and that breaks my heart and makes me incredibly angry at the same time. I could hit you with this bag for being so disjointed.”




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