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As much as I wish I hadn’t waited so long to try this, I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone other than Betsy.
I stay laying over her, my body fully weighing her down, as we let our fingers roam over skin, unable to stop touching.Eventually, I convince myself to roll to my side when I feel her breasts lift as she tries to suck in more oxygen.
She comes with me, both of us groaning when my softening cock slips from inside of her.
Saying something right now would probably be the right choice, but I’m so jumbled that I have no idea what to say. Figuring if I just start talking, the right thing will eventually come out, but the rapid beat of knuckles against the door pulls us both out of our bubble.
Betsy starts to turn her head, but I stop her. Pressing a kiss to her lips, I keep her focus for a few moments longer. “Thank you.” She seems confused, so I explain. “For this. For giving yourself to me, for making this mean so much more than I could have hoped for. Lovin’ you is my future, Bets.”
Good Lord, the blush that heats her cheeks is the most surprising and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’d give anything to start our morning all over again. Another round of knocking, then Wilder calling out, “Guys? I need to come in. Sorry, but it’s important.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Bets grumbles, then kisses me quickly, letting me know she’s feeling a whole lot right along with me. Then, sitting up, she yells back, “What do you want, Wild?”
We barely have time to cover our bodies when he turns the knob and strides in. I would have expected him to make a comment about the state he’s found us in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he plants his hands on his hips and growls the news.
“Your momma is furious and ready to do some actual bodily harm. She’ll be here any second…” He trails off and gives Betsy an apologetic look. “She’s got Trina with her.”
I should be worried by the crazy gleam she gets in her eye, but neither of say nothing as she shoots off the bed. Both of us stare at her ass, momentarily stunned by how gorgeous she is.Then come back to the present when she hisses, “Fan-fuckin’-tastic.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Betsy
“Mornin’ David!” I call to him as he steps out of his car as I’m descending the steps from my porch. He’s staring around my drive, completely confused as Renee stomps toward her car, wielding my old ass broom like a sword, and Wilder following with his phone up as he cackles.
Remy looks totally at ease, not bothered by the ruckus as he pops his momma’s trunk and starts jerking Trina’s designer bags out, only to drop them in the dirt at his side. Clyde is following me, sauntering with his hands shoved in his pockets, that damn Stetson hiding his face again.
I bite my lip when I see him flash a smile at me. He doesn’t give a shit what’s going on in front of us; he’s only got eyes on me. I catch David’s expression when he sees Clyde turn his head to the side to press a kiss to my cheek, the actual spot where David kissed me in front of them.
David raises a fist in celebration, then laughs and jerks his chin to the car where we hear Trina screeching. “What’s going on here?”
“There’s a pest that Renee needs exterminated.”
He chuckles and holds his camera up in question. “May I?”
“Yes, you may!” Wilder hollers from the other side of the car. Shoving his phone away when David moves around to film, he jogs over to Clyde and me because we are close enough to hear, but far enough to not get in the way.
Trina’s yelling is muffled as Renee waves the broom at her. Obviously, she doesn’t want toactuallypoke her with it, but I think if this goes on long enough, it’s going to happen. This woman is actually sitting in the backseat, waving her arms around and yelling insults at Remy as he slams the trunk shut, then starts dragging her bags to his truck bed, tossing them in one at a time.
Clyde leans down and asks from the side of his mouth as we watch like it’s a tennis match, “You cashed that check, right?”
I drag my gaze from the car and stare up at him. “Of course I did. Day I found it on my table. Hasn’t cleared my account yet, but I’m still plannin’ on givin’ most of it back to all of you.”
He lets out a sigh and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, that’s the thing. The check is gonna bounce.”
“What?” Wilder demands, having overheard Clyde. “There’s more than enough money in there.”
“Well, not right now, there ain’t.” Clyde cups his hands around his mouth, calling out to the third in their little trio. “Rem! Come over here a second.” He waves him over. Remy drops the last bag in, leaving his mom behind to deal with the wench.
“Did either of you transfer Country’s money into my personal account?” Clyde knows the answer as soon as he asks when both of the boys shake their heads. “That’s what I thought. Someone shifted the money out of our account and put it in mine, so when her check tried to clear, it was returned.”
“Wait,” I say, holding up a hand to stop them. “How the hell could someone just go into there and transfer money? Isn’t itjust in your names?” I can’t imagine them being stupid enough to give anyone else access to it, but as their faces all turn away, looking anywhere but me, I throw my arms up. “You let that fuckin’ cow—”
“Language, Elizabeth Harper!” Renee shouts.
“Sorry!” I call back, then lower my voice. “—thatfuckin’cow have the ability to access your accounts? How stupid are you?”
Remy is frustrated as he tugs his shirt straight. “We ain’t fuckin’ stupid, Bets.”
