Page 70 of Mustang Summer

His response was mechanical.Simple yeses and nos, and when he declined something, always “no, thanks.”His routines were becoming her own comfort zone, her safe space.

“I don’t want to leave,” she finally admitted.“But I really don’t want to stay.”

Between bites, he offered, “I can skip the barbeque and stay with you.”

She interrupted his breakfast to kiss his cheek.His mouth slanted in a smile.

“Your parents are in town for a couple of hours.Can we have a quickie before I leave?We don’t have to be quiet this time.”

He shoveled the last few bites in and sped through washing dishes.She raced into the bedroom and had the condom open and ready before he descended on her.

Their coupling was fast and furious.He tasted of eggs and salsa and her hunger roared back to life.She couldn’t get enough of him as he stroked her body to a peak.

She cried out, her words weren’t coherent.Her volume rose until she vented all her frustration and resentment with her release.

He pumped harder, finding his own end.Ecstasy raced through her.

Opening her eyes, letting her awareness center, her gaze stuck on the two of them.She dissolved into giggles.He stiffened.

Between laughs, she explained.“I’m buck naked and you’re barely free from you pants.”She gasped and more laughter poured forth.“Your zipper is going up my ass and even your hat is still on.”

A lazy smile crossed his face.He removed himself from her and rolled them onto their sides.She finished her fit while he held her.Her only sobering thought was,Damn, I really don’t want to go back home.

Chapter15

The quick round of sex with Brock was what she’d needed to lift her mood.She arrived at the jail and parked her Mustang between two pickups.After she got out, she trotted toward the entrance.

A familiar flash of green caught her eye as a pickup disappeared down the street.She froze.It was a green much like the vehicle she saw yesterday in the shelter belt.

It couldn’t be.Gage wouldn’t be so bold as to drive through a small town where he planned to steal a car.

If Gage was here for the Shelby, then he’d need a trailer to haul it.It couldn’t be him.She took a step with the surge of relief.Then stopped.

What if it was stashed somewhere while he ran into town for supplies?

No, he’d bring his own supplies.But would he have the foresight to pack lunch like Brock, or would he drop the trailer and run to town?

Son of a bitch.

No.She shook her head at herself and started walking again.She was too damn paranoid and her brother needed her support more than she needed to worry about fucking Gage.

Checking in, she made small talk with the deputy.She’d met them all as often as she visited Jesse.Her hand shook as she signed in.What would prison be like for him?Would the staff be as congenial as Moore?

They put her in the standard small square room to wait for Jesse.She twisted her hands together under the table and tried to keep from worrying about both her brother and whether it was really Gage she saw.

Shuffling in, wearing his orange scrubs, he shot her a mournful look.“I’m sorry, Josie.”

“It is what it is.If you get out and do it again, an apology won’t help your ass.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t come, but I’m glad you did.”

Lines of stress creased his forehead.“I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get out.I’m a felon now.”

She grimaced, but wanted to help him feel better.“People love a comeback kid.”

“I’m fucking thirty years old, Jo.”His tone was flat.

She gave him a half-hearted shrug but didn’t know what else to tell him.The green truck bothered her, and her gaze drifted to the wall.

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