Page 89 of His Old Lady

Chapter 31

Faye

Curley led her throughthe tall grass in the field behind his house. She lifted her bare feet higher, having left her shoes inside by the door. When she'd gone outside with him, she hadn't planned on going for a walk. She thought he'd stay on the deck.

He stopped and turned her around. "Stay right there."

Curley backed away from her. She gazed at him, wondering what he was doing. All the way home, she'd anticipated making love to him and had thought he wanted the same.

Several feet away, he said, "Go ahead."

"And do what?" She tilted her head. "I don't know what you mean."

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit the end. She stepped toward him, confused about why he'd brought her out here.

"Nope. Don't move." He exhaled the smoke. "Back up and take off your clothes. Show me that I'm yours. Let everyone see."

She laughed. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten what she'd told him in the clubhouse. "But, you have no neighbors."

"Then, do it for me."

She shook her head until it dawned on her that he was serious. "It was only a fantasy."

He cocked his brow. "Was it?"

"I..." She laughed self-consciously. "I could never do that in front of everyone. I only wanted all the Tarkio members to see with their own eyes that you love me."

"Faye." He frowned. "They know."

"For years, I lived each day, thinking they were laughing at me. I was the kid who ruined your life." She grew serious. "I was the joke."

His gaze intensified, and he stomped his cigarette out and marched to her. Cupping her face, he said, "Nobody ever laughed. If they had, I would've killed them."

"Don't say that," she whispered.

He slipped his hands underneath her shirt and pushed it up over her breasts. Without stopping, he pulled the top over her head and tossed the material to the side. He gazed at the whiteness of her bra. Her breasts bulged over the top, and she crossed her arms.

"Don't cover them." He grabbed her wrists and put her arms down at her sides. "I don't ever want you hiding any part of yourself from me."

Her biggest wish was to have his every thought, his every hope, his every breath. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp and held the bra out to her side. Dropping the clothing article, she then worked at undoing the button on her shorts.

In a show of bravery to prove she could do anything he asked, she shimmied out of the rest of her clothes and stood naked in front of him. Looking into his stormy dark eyes, she focused on him.

The grass tickled her legs. Highly aware of being outside, goosebumps covered her arms despite the warm evening.

His gaze turned deadly.

She'd seen the look in Curley's eyes before and had mistaken it for anger. Her stomach fluttered. Oh, how wrong she'd been.

He attacked everything with an intensity that consumed his body. And she obviously pleased him.

His shoulders widened and were rock hard. His gaze burned up and down the length of her. His arms bulged. His right hand flexed and curled.

"You're a little overdressed." She rubbed her hands over her hips and lifted a shoulder. "I can't exactly screw you in front of the world with clothes on, can I?"

His gaze narrowed as he unlatched his belt. Her whole body vibrated, never dreaming she'd reach a level of confidence where she could tell Curley what she wanted. His approval radiated off him, and that acceptance meant the world to her.

He made her brave.

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