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My words fly right out over his head.

“Yeah. She said she saw Sawyer at the store with another man just before the summer. You know about that?”

I maintain the lie I started with Principal Watson. “Yes. Old friend of ours, working at the woodlot with Sawyer now.”

Gerald looks disappointed. “Working with Sawyer?”

“Yeah.”

He frowns now, confused that there’s nothing sensational for me to add to his gossip. Well, there is, but I’ll die before I ever let Gerald, of all people, find out.

“Deliah said he was a new face.”

“Hmm.”

“From where?”

“Desert Lands.”

“Desert Lands? You gotta be more specific, Cameron. Nevada? Texas?”

“Hmm.”

“God, you’re such a wet blanket sometimes. It wouldn’t kill you to just tell me, you know. Anyway, I told Principal Watson. He said he talked to you about it. Friend or coworker or something, he said.”

I raise an eyebrow. “So, you already knew before you came over here?”

He shrugs. “Needed it from the horse’s mouth.”

“Needed it? Needed what, Gerald?” I’m a little pissed. I hate this kind of entitlement. It reminds me of Reece’s father, thinking they have a right into people’s lives without any reason for them to be there.

“This is a small town, Asher. Rumors aren’t good. A simple thing like your partner buying lunch or whatever with a coworker can cause unnecessary damage. Nice to clear things up. Now, if anyone asks me, I can tell them I got it straight from you that there’s no funny business going on.”

I turn back to the field. Fuck this guy.

Gerald laughs and pats me on my back. “I’d still keep an eye on Sawyer if I were you. Deliah said that new guy is real pretty.”

“Thanks. We’re fine,” I mutter. Because if I tell him all the ways I’ve fucked that real pretty new guy in recent months, Gerald might faint and die.

Chapter 49

Sawyer

Pippin and I make our monthly trip to Chillicothe Correctional Center in Missouri the weekend after Ash goes back to school.

It's a five-hour drive in each direction, and since we’re traveling with Ezra this time, Pippin and I will stay over at the Holiday Inn Express about twenty-five minutes away from the facility.

I talked to Asher about telling Reece about Faye. He asked me why I chose to keep quiet about it, and I told him the truth. And the truth is that I’m ashamed, and I’m scared Reece will judge my life.

He told me Reece would never judge me and I should go and see Faye first. Maybe seeing Faye will help me decide if Reece needs to know about her.

Then, I told Asher to ask Reece to spend the night at our place. And after that, we fucked. I made Asher whisper to me all the nasty things he was going to do to Reece while I was away and then, before he was even halfway done, I came all over my stomach and his chest. I don’t know what it was, but the thing that had me coming so hard wasn’t when he whispered how hard he was going to fuck Reece. Or all the ways he was going to desecrate Reece’s ass.

It was when he buried his face inside my neck while he penetrated me and murmured with that low rumble in his voice, “I’m going to have sex with him while you’re gone.”

My husband is going to have sex with a man that we are both in love with. Just the two of them. Having sex in our bed.

Even now, thinking about it, I can almost smell the sheets, pungent with sweat and cum and saliva and I have to fight my erection down as I pull up to Pippin’s place because that was the sexiest thing Asher has ever said in bed.

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