Page 36 of His Daring Girl

“But if I had done that, we wouldn’t have gotten such a good laugh. Kyler’s guesses were hilarious.”

She starts to giggle in spite of herself. “Yeah, they were pretty funny. Blue balls. Chopping your dick off. Whack a mole.” She laughs harder, as we both climb out of the car. “But we’ll be playing with my parents, so you have to refrain from using body parts as part of your clue?”

I take her hand and lock our fingers together, leading her into the store. “But what if I have to act out boob tube?”

Her eyes shoot up at me. “None of us would ever write that down as a phrase.”

Yeah, she has a point.

“But what if I have to act out a steel rod, then what do I do? Or a bucking bronco? Or a flagpole? Huh?”

She’s now in a fit of giggles. “Chase! You’re going to make me pee. Wait for me. I’m running to the restroom.”

She takes off for the bathrooms and I go to grab a basket.

“Chase! Chase Warren, is that you?”

I turn at the sound of my name being called, but as soon as I see the person coming toward me, I wish I’d taken off toward produce.

“Oh, my goodness! I can’t believe it’s you,” Cassie practically cheers.

I can’t believe it’s her either. She’s the last person I wanted to run into while we’re in town. She’s the last person I want to seeEVER.

“Gosh. You still look the same.” Her eyes run down my body, slowly trailing over my crotch. Now, I get why girls always complain about being gawked at by sleazy men. It’s making me uncomfortable. “You’re still just as sexy. And just as big,” she practically moans.

I turn and look toward the bathrooms, hoping Ruby is almost done.

“Are you in town to spend Thanksgiving with your parents?” she asks.

“They’re in Costa Rica for the holiday. We’re here visiting my in-laws.”

“Oh!” She jerks back. “I didn’t realize you were married.”

“Yep.” I smile, loving the look of disappointment on her face. “I sure am. Just celebrated my five-year anniversary.”

“Wow,” she says, trying to force the smile, but it’s as fake as her plastic nails. “So, who’s the lucky girl?”

“I am!” My beautiful wife comes up to my side, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” She gives me a wink. “How about you, Cassie? Is there anyone special in your life?”

I look to my ex’s ring finger and see that it’s void of a diamond. Have to say that doesn’t exactly surprise me. Her personality isn’t one you want to be tied to until death do you part.

“Um… I just ended things with someone. So, I’m currently single.” In other words, she just got dumped or is telling a lie. “But we’re still so young. I certainly don’t need to be strapped down at our age.”

If that was her attempt at a dig, she totally missed her mark. Every day with my wife has been a gift. My buddies who are inthe dating scene are constantly telling me how brutal it is out there. I’m just lucky I found my perfect girl without having to go through all the headaches.

“Well, hope that all works out for you.” Ruby smiles. I love the fact that her confidence isn’t even rattled. That’s because she knows exactly how incredible our life is. “Come on, babe. We need to get the groceries so my mom can finish making the pies. Happy Thanksgiving, Cassie!”

I take my girl by the waist, leading her toward the aisles, not bothering with another glance in Cassie’s direction. She’s not worth another second of our time or another thought. From what we’ve heard from our friends over the years, and from the look of her, it seems like Karma has become Cassie’s nemesis. Meanwhile, Ruby has become a queen in every aspect of her life. And she’s definitely my queen.

“So, what do we need to get?” I ask.

“Cherries,” she says, walking down to the canned fruit section, not even caring that we just ran into her former bully. God, I love my wife.

“Mmm… I love cherries.” I step up to her back, as she peruses the shelf. “You know. I have all ofyourcherries.” I brush my lips across her neck. “I have your first kiss.” I press a kiss to her soft skin. “Your first oral.” I sweep my tongue over her ear. “Your first blowjob.” I suction the sensitive spot behind her lobe, sucking it until I’ve left my mark.

Her body grows heavy in my arms, and I know she’s getting worked up. We’ve never messed around in such a public place before, and I’m curious as to how far my shy girl will let me take things. “I even have your anal cherry.” I groan as the memory floods in. Out of all her cherries, that may have been my favorite to take because it was a first for me too.

I run my hand down the back of her leggings and give her firm cheek a squeeze.

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