Candice’s face falls. “I’m sorry, babe. But at least you can afford it now.”
“Exactly,” I say. “And honestly? It’s sort of freeing in a way. Every time I wonder if they’re really as bad as I think they are, I can look at that lawsuit and know that I’m not crazy. They are that bad. Worse, actually.”
We chat for a few more minutes about the lawsuit and I fill her in on my meeting with Shelley. We’re looking out across the paddocks and at Jenny’s trailer, when I notice that there’s a second one beside it.
“Is someone else moving in?” I ask, pointing at it.
“Nope.” Candice has a giddy smile on her face. “I’m moving out of the main house and into that trailer with Nathan. It’stemporary until we get our house built but I’m so excited. Living with Beau is fine but…”
“He’s your brother. I get it. You and Nathan want to have sex without anyone hearing.”
Candice frowns a bit. “Maybe I should have had them place the trailer further away from Jenny’s. The walls are thin.”
“Exactly how loudareyou?”
“Loud enough that even though we’ve been trying to be quiet, Beau told me the other day that he bought ear plugs.”
I giggle and then the two of us break down into full on laughter. Rosie, who is standing nearby, trots over to see what all the fuss is about. I give her a scratch on her face and she nickers, and then starts to munch some hay that’s on the ground.
“I mean, doesn’t Beau date?” I ask. “How have the two of you survived in that tiny house all these years?”
Candice shakes her head. “He’s too hung up on Jenny, I think. If it’s not her, I don’t think he wants it. That or he’s just too shy to ask anyone.”
“Does Jenny want him back?” It’s easy to imagine hilarious Jenny and serious, reserved Beau together. They’d bring out the best in each other.
“That’s a question you’ll have to ask her. Though you shouldn’t expect a straight answer.”
“Fair enough. I don’t know what I’m doing with men or dating either.” I stand on the fence and lean over to give Rosie another pat. It may have only been a few days, but I found myself missing her.
“Well, good thing you’re married so it’s all sorted out for you.”
Candice flicks her blonde hair over her shoulders and stretches her arms above her head. She lets out a yawn, clearly tired after the long day. In front of us, the sun is just starting togo down, the sky tinged with pink and blue, lighting up the snow white mountains and valleys with color.
I pull my coat around me tighter, and snuggle into my scarf. All I can think about as I watch the sun go down is Jonah’s hand on mine this morning in the Jeep. And how good it felt—almost like it belonged there.
23
JONAH
Sharinga house with Winnie is turning out to be pure torture. Earlier today in the Jeep, I almost leaned in and nuzzled her neck. She was so close, and she smelled so good, and I had to rip myself away from her. I can’t seem to think straight around her. That incident, combined with the dirty images her shower conjured up yesterday, and the way her silk robe brushed against me this morning, has me keyed up and distracted all damn day. I make a fool of myself at work multiple times and the horses can definitely tell I’m unsettled.
By the time I get into bed, I’m aching for release and too distracted to read or watch television. Nothing is enough to get my mind off of her. But Winnie is in her room right now too, so why the hell not? It’s not like she’ll hear me—I’ll just be very quiet. I ease my pants down past my knees and start to stroke myself.
Immediately, Winnie’s face fills my mind, and I don’t bother feeling guilty about it. I’ve thought my wife was beautiful since we met, and she’ll never know that I’ve imagined her like this. It’s my dirty secret, and that’s fine.
I grip my cock and pump it, thinking about Winnie’s perfect, rosebud lips wrapping around it. Fuck. She’s got a perfect mouthand I can’t help wanting to fill it. I jerk myself harder, and imagine her getting on her knees for me, her soft hair obscuring half her face. I gather it in one hand and hold it away from her face for her, as she starts to suck me down.
I let out a grunt, and then pause.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I should be quiet. I sure as hell don’t want Winnie to hear me, but I’m not used to moderating my behavior at home. I’ve gotten used to being in the house by myself.
Maybe it’s better I stop.
But then I hear a whimper from the room next to mine, where my wife is undoubtedly lying in the bed that belongs to me. I get up and listen closely. I hear her moan again, and then I hear the distinct sound of a vibrator turning on.
My wife is doing the same thing as me. And she isn’t being that quiet about it. Blood surges to my cock again, and I brace one hand against the wall. I fist my cock with the other. I no longer imagine Winnie taking me in her mouth. I think about the scene playing out on the other side of the wall, not three feet from me. I think about my wife giving herself pleasure, her long legs spread out on my bed, her vibrator buried inside her cunt, her other hand massaging her clit. I imagine her fucking herself with the wand, filling herself exactly the way she wants.
It sets me on fucking fire. I hear myself groan into the room, louder than before.
