Page 29 of Forever Finds Us
“I told him no.”
“Roxanne Rhiannon Fitts, I don’t believe you. He’s handsome and kind, and I don’t know him super well, but somethin’ tells me he’s just your type.”
“Okay, okay, jeez, Ma. Don’t go all middle-name on me. You know I hate it. But I did say no ’cause I was armed with all kinds of weapons. I couldn’t have sex out in the open air in my uniform. You know I take my job seriously.”
She nodded. “Okay, I see your point. Then what happened?”
“God, when he turned his hat backwards and looked in my eyes?” I sighed dreamily. “You’re right. He is my type, so you know that little inn by the fill-up station off the highway by Flat Creek?”
She nodded.
“We went there, and while I locked my gun in my truck, he got us a room, and then we screwed our brains out!”
Kicking her legs and stomping her feet again, she squealed.
“Orgasms, Aubrey,” I breathed. “So. Many. Orgasms! We did it in the bathroom in front of the mirror.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, and Aubrey’s eyes got big. “Then he said, ‘Let’s get you cleaned up,’ and he fondled me in the shower.
“And when he carried me to the bed, I thought I’d die. He carried me, Aubrey! Like I weighed no more than a pillow. I felt like a girl for the first time ever.”
“Roxi, you are a girl. You’re a woman. And apparently, one who knows how to get some.”
“Yeah, but you don’t get it. Men look at all this”—I waved my hand over my torso like a gameshow host—“and they wanna run for the hills. My stature intimidates them or just plain turns ’em off. But not Brand. He said we were a perfect fit.”
Like a dreamy eyed teenager, I sighed. “He went downtown then, and I didn’t think I had it in me to withstand all the naughty things he did to me there, but oh”—a devil’s smile grew on my lips, like Lucifer himself had slapped it on my face—“he wasn’t anywhere near done.”
Aubrey fanned her face with her hand. “No?”
I shook my head slowly, remembering my legs hooked over Brand’s shoulders and the almost-feral look in his eyes while his balls slapped my ass and he pounded into me, but then the jingle bell on the bookshop’s front door tinkled.
Aubrey stood. “I have to get this, but we are not done here. Don’t you dare leave.”
“I won’t.”
As she greeted her customer, my phone rang in my back pocket. I pulled it out and saw my daddy’s face flashing on my screen.
Popping up off the floor, I leaned around the door again. “It’s my dad. Call me after work later and I’ll fill you in more.”
Aubrey shot me an angry glare as the two women in the store meandered down the aisles.
I blew her a kiss. “Promise.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled, and I answered my call as I left the way I’d come in.
“Hi, Daddy. How’re you and Mama?”
“This is your mother, Roxanne. Daddy’s drivin’ us home from church, which is where I expect you’ve been this mornin’ too?”
Uh, that’s a hard no.
“Mama, don’t start. No, I didn’t go to church this mornin’. I was… workin’.” That was close enough to the truth. And besides, what forty-something woman was required to report her whereabouts to her mama and daddy?
“Daddy was on the Facebook last night, and he said y’all had a missin’ girl up there.”
“That’s why I was workin’. We found her though. She’s okay.”
“Praise Jesus. You know, that’s just one more reason you need to go to services. And who knows? You might meet a man there, a God-fearin’ one.”
Right. The last “God-fearin’” man I dated wanted to paint my toenails and suck on them while he jacked off. Another hard pass.
