Page 58 of Enraged

Grinning from ear to ear, I spoke up, “Again, all I heard is that I’m providing good service.”

Nodding enthusiastically, she reached out to fist bump. “Thanks for the good lay, Lieutenant!”

A fist bump…

I pulled her back down onto my chest. Turning her head sideways, she asked quietly, “Do you think they’re still down there?”

“If they are, we need to charge them admission because you really gave them a show.” My exhausted cock tingled as I recalled the sounds she had made.

“You hollered out a few times, too!”

“I did,” I admitted. “A few times, but you, ma’am, are very vocal when you’re havin’ a good time.”

“It be like that sometimes,” she joked. “At least, that’s what I’ve learned in the last few days.”

Jolene

I want a fuckin’ shower.

Dak looked up from the ancient book he was reading. “Why are you makin’ that face?”

“I was thinkin’ about how much I want a shower,” I confessed.

Closing the book, he sat up. “If they salted the roads, we could try to head back to Creek’s Edge.”

Already?

“Yeah, we could. Are you sure the roads will be okay?”

“I’ll call Chief and see how it looks on the home side before we leave,” he promised. “First things first, I’m goin’ to see if they’re still here.”

I watched him leave the room in nothing but his boxers. Not wanting to hear any of the exchange, I got up to close the door. With nothing else to do, I walked around the room blowing out all the candles.

How am I gonna get all my crap from Jace’s house?

“Why can’t I be rich enough to just leave it and replace everything?” I groaned out loud.

“Because God couldn’t make you this pretty and rich. It would be showing favoritism,” Dak explained.

I whirled around. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That’s because you were talkin’ to yourself, ya little nutjob.”

“I was thinkin’ out loud!” I defended myself.

He started stripping sheets from the bed. “Whatever you say, loony toon.”

I pulled the pillows from the cases. “Were they down there?”

Crumpling the sheets into a ball, he tossed them on the floor. “Yes. I told them to get out. I told them we are leavin’ in four hours and that he better have your stuff packed and waiting and that she needed to go get her shit out of my house.”

I felt my eyes widen. “You’re kickin’ her out?”

He looked at me like I was speaking a different language. “Of course, I am. Did you think I was goin’ to let her stay?”

I mean, kinda…

“I figured you’d forgive her. You just needed to be mad first.”

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