She’d watched a few times. The sound of male grunting was curiously intriguing. Made her a little tingly. Keith grunted a lot when he had sex. He liked using his tongue too. A lot of licking went on.
Her nipples hardened as she let the images play out in her head. He would start with his lover’s toes. Licking and sucking, while his fingers did things to her calves and the backs of her knees. His lips formed nicely as he kissed.
But not as nice as Clint Austin’s.
He had the best lips of any man Misty had ever seen.
She wondered how long it had been since Clint had sex with a woman.
Her thighs pressed together. Just thinking about it excited her. She placed a hand on her breast and squeezed. She had very nice breasts. She’d been told so many times. Justine had told her so. She would never lie to her. Misty wore her clothes loose to prevent men from staring at her breasts. They always stared if she wore formfitting clothes.
She squeezed her breasts, felt a jolt deep inside her. Using both hands, she massaged, kneaded, enjoyed the feel of what she’d been blessed with. And why not? Better for her to enjoy them than some man.
Tighter, she squeezed, until her breath caught. Her bottom came up off the seat. She was really hot now.
His car hadn’t moved. The motor still running.
She pushed one hand inside her shorts and touched herself. “Mmmm.” That felt nice. She knew how to touch herself properly. With whisper-soft, feathery touches. Men were too stupid to know that. They jabbed and pressed too hard. This, she made slow, gentle circles, was the right way.
Her legs stiffened ... her hips started to rock ever so slightly in the seat. The need to close her eyes was almost overpowering. Couldn’t do it. Had to watch him, make sure he didn’t go anywhere. She came. Waveafter wave of sweetness. She relaxed into the seat, licked her fingers, and sighed blissfully. Wonderful. And she hadn’t needed a man at all.
The sound of wheels crushing gravel had her sitting up straighter. She frowned when Troy Baker’s truck pulled up alongside Keith’s car. What was this? She didn’t want to see Troy Baker. He was an idiot. She’d found the childish mess he’d made at Clint Austin’s.
Anger blazed through her. Keith was supposed to be meeting a woman. Misty knew he was cheating. She needed to see it with her own eyes.
It was the only way to prove she was right.
35
10:20 a.m.
Troy was already shit-kicking mad when he finally got to the meeting place. He was pretty damned drunk too. But not so much so that he didn’t have sense enough to make sure they didn’t meet out in the open in broad daylight.
Clint Austin had gone too far.
And Emily Wallace was right on his damned heels.
What the hell was she thinking, taking up for the son of a bitch? Insinuating that he was innocent? She should’ve let him burn up in that damn house! Just showed how much she really cared about Heather’s memory.
The bitch. Troy had no use for her anymore.None.
Keith climbed out of his Jag and glanced around. “What couldn’t keep until after church?” He slammed the door and walked toward Troy. “This is the first time I’ve ever missed church with my boys. All I can say is, it better be good. I’m in enough trouble with Violet now.”
Troy resisted the impulse to say,Screw Violet.He had and Keith got the short end of the damned stick. Course that was before she got her wish and married Keith. And, hell, Troy had been drunk anyway. He’d gone pretty crazy after Heather’s murder. It had taken him years to get his shit back together. He’d been all right until that low-down new trial had let Austin go free.
“What’d you tell her?” Troy knew for a fact Keith had to make up one hell of an excuse to get out of going to church with Violet. She had an obsession about appearances.
Keith leaned against Troy’s truck. “That I puked half the night and was hungover.”
Troy kicked a good-size piece of gravel across the layer of smaller pieces that lined the ground everywhere you looked. The gravel skidded a couple of times before going over the edge into the excavation site. “You do pretty much look like shit,” he said with a laugh. Violet would have a hissy if she knew Keith had left the house without shaving.
“Feel like it too.”
Keith pushed away from the truck and wandered toward the massive hole in the ground that provided limestone gravel for the tri-county area.
“It’s time to end this, buddy,” Troy said grimly.
Keith pivoted to face him, eyes slit suspiciously. “What’re you talking about?”
