Page 6 of RiffRaff's Reward

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She hasa stunned look on her face, and I mentally curse the fucker that put those doubts in her head. Jilly’s a beautiful woman, but more than that, she’s got a good heart. During our dates, I’ve watched how she interacts with others, and she treats everyone with heartfelt kindness and compassion. I know he stepped out on her and had apparently been doing so for at least a year, possibly longer which shocks me.

I don’t understand men or women who cheat on their significant others. To me, it’s simple as fuck. You decide you want someone new but are married or committed to someone else? Break it off. Instead, there are countless selfish fucks out there who destroy someone else’s self-worth and confidence because they couldn’t keep their dicks in their pants, or their legs crossed and closed.

But I wasn’t lying to her. The last time I had a woman in my bed was about half a year before my initial diagnosis. I had been feeling off but wasn’t willing to see a doctor until the day Brick found me at the clubhouse, disoriented as hell. I was in thecommon room and thank goodness none of my other brothers were around because I was naked, standing in the corner taking a piss. When he asked me what the fuck I was doing, I turned and asked him, “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my clubhouse?”

Yeah, it was definitely not one of my finer moments. It didn’t take much convincing for me to go to the doctor after that episode and at our next church, I turned over the gavel, then went to live at an assisted living facility that catered to those with ‘memory’ issues, which was a nice way of saying I was losing my mind.

Brick, however, wasn’t happy with how I was deteriorating, so he brought me back to the clubhouse so he could watch over me himself, got me a motorized scooter since I couldn’t ride any longer, and life got easier, even though I didn’t understand much of what was happening. I still thought I was the president of the club, for fuck’s sake!

Shaking my head, I brush my lips across hers, not missing the shiver that runs through her body at the contact. She’s definitely responsive as hell, and I thank the maker that I found her, that’s for damn sure. I decide to step it back a little bit further and ask, “Got any beer? Then, how about you show me your home.”

I see relief briefly flash in her eyes as she nods and know I’m doing the right thing by pulling back and giving her some breathing room. She slips off her shoes and puts them on the mat by the door, so I crouch and untie my boot laces and do the same. Taking her hand in mine, I tease, “Lead the way, Jilly.”

“Okay, our first stop is the kitchen for a drink because this is more than a nickel tour,” she sasses back, grinning up at me.

As we walk, I notice how homey her place is and relax even further. The colors she’s used are warm and inviting and make me never want to leave. In fact, I can picture myself here, with her and Kimber, until I draw my last breath.

“Wow,” I say as we make it into the kitchen. A huge bay window is over the farmhouse sink, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a butler’s pantry behind a sliding barn door.

“This is what sold me on the house,” she admits. “Well, there are a few more things, of course, but I love to cook, and the views are gorgeous when the sun sets and rises as I clean up after making a meal.”

She releases my hand and goes to the refrigerator before coming back to me with a beer, which happens to be my preferred choice, and a bottle of water for herself. “What’s behind that door?” I question, pointing to the hung barn door.

“Oh! You have to see this,” she exclaims, before sliding it open and proving my previous thoughts right. “It’s a butler’s pantry, and it allows me to stock up whenever there are sales.” Then, with a blush covering her cheeks, she admits, “I’m frugal by nature, so ensuring I always have whatever we might need is important to me.”

I whistle as I see the well-organized shelves. Glancing over, I notice that there are dates that have been handwritten on the tops. “What does this mean?”

I wasn’t kidding when I decided that I want to know her inside and out. At this point, it’s more than physically wanting her. I want to know her fears, her dreams, her long-term goals.

“I put the expiration dates on them so I can make sure I use the older stuff first before it expires,” she tells me. “And I put theperishable stuff in airtight containers because sometimes, there are field mice that try to come in and hibernate when we have colder weather. The last thing I want to do is come face-to-face with a furry body as it digs into my oatmeal.”

Snickering, I pull her close and kiss her temple. “Yeah, while I’m good with all living things, there are places they don’t belong, like my food. We had a problem at the clubhouse once and lost a shit ton of perishables, so we do the same thing.

“So, we walked through the living room, but there’s a half-bath underneath the stairwell. I’m not sure you’d be able to use it, though,” she murmurs, her index finger tapping her chin.

“Why not?” Now my curiosity is roused.

“Come and see,” she says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. When we get to the closed door and she opens it, I burst out laughing.

“This is fit for my granddaughter, at best,” I manage to say through my chuckles.

“There’s another full bath down this hallway,” she replies, moving down a hall to the left so she can point it out.

While all of the rooms are decorated, it’s obvious they’re not all used. She doesn’t show me the room at the far end of the hall, and I suspect it’s where we’ll eventually end up but don’t say anything as she starts making her way up the stairs. Following behind her isn’t a hardship and I find myself adjusting my dick watching her heart-shaped ass shimmy with each step.

Kimber’s room is an explosion of girly girl shit, the floral scent almost overpowering. She shakes her head, scrunches up her nose and says, “She and Katie go overboard when it comes totrying out perfumes. Need to talk to her about it again because it smells like what I imagine a brothel does.”

“Looks like Brick and Ryleigh have something to look forward to,” I reply, once again chuckling at the thought. I suspect my son’s head will explode once Aubree becomes a teenager and I for one am here to see how he behaves.

“Will he even let her wear makeup?” Jilly asks, grinning at me. “I mean, you’ve shared plenty of stories, so I suspect it’ll be a hard no from him.”

“Ah, but he has Ryleigh to temper him,” I tell her. “Plus, the other ol’ ladies will stick up for my princess.”

“So, he’s gonna have his work cut out for him.”

“Definitely. Jilly, you have a beautiful home. It’s got a ‘welcome home’ feel to it if that makes sense.”

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