Paul tossed her bouncing on the bed.
Thomas pulled on his boxers and started to clean up the dishes, but stopped when he caught sight of her face. Mary’s expression turned from anticipation to something akin to embarrassment as Paul kissed her shoulder and moved his hand between her legs. Thomas had seen the expression before, but couldn’t place it and had forgotten to ask what caused it. She bit her lip. He left the kitchen and took his place stretched on the bed beside her.
“What’s going on, Mar?” Thomas asked, though he gave Paul space as Paul had done with him earlier.
“It’s um, hmm.” Her smile, so intense and goofy, didn’t give him much of an answer.
Paul grinned between kissing her neck. “She’s putty in my hands. There’s this spot I find and she gets wiggly. She can’t help it. I guess these old calloused ranch fingers are good for something more than lifting hay bales.”
Watching as Mary held back then finally gave over to a lightning-fast orgasm gave Thomas an idea. Their one attempt at double penetration hadn’t gone beyond start and with honest observation he could see they’d approached things the wrong way. Too much would surely overwhelm her, which had happened.
Paul leaned down and gave Mary a smacking kiss on the lips. “I gotta go, sweet stuff.”
She hugged him tight. “No, you have to stay with me so I can return that favor.”
He kissed her again, lingering so long Thomas thought his brother would blow off whatever called him away. Thomas grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it on, giving them a measure of privacy for a goodbye, though his mind circled on how to make a better sexual experience that included all three of them, and eventually four.
Chapter 12
She hid. Mary wasn’t too proud to admit it. She was hiding out in the cabin, letting the dust settle in town after what she knew had to be big gossip. One week married and the new Paraby wife’s reputation lay in tatters.
If she’d known more people in town, she might have gone to see their reaction, but all she knew were the grocery store people. They seemed nice enough. She held onto hope they didn’t listen to idle gossip and if they did, they didn’t care.
She looked away from the backsplash of the kitchen she’d painted a rosy pink. It popped against the slight red tone in the surrounding wood of the cabin. She’d broke into her emergency money to send a little along with Thomas with the paint color request. He’d done well and the added color warmed the house up to a home.
But no matter how homey, she couldn’t hide forever. Three days without seeing anyone except Thomas and Paul—while doing good things for her heart and their relationships—already frayed her nerves. It couldn’t be healthy for her mind either. She cleaned her brushes, satisfied she’d at least made quality use of her self-imposed solitude.
Thomas entered as she tossed the used rags in the trash. She smiled at him, but his lips pulled in a tight line, his cheeks sunk into his face, pale.
“Oh no, what’s wrong?” She wiped her hands again and hurried to him. “Are you sick?”
He shook his head and hugged her so hard her heart jumped. People only hugged that hard after something horrible happened. Her mind scattered to possible explanations, every terrifying, heartbreaking nightmare ever.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, terrified to hear the answer.
“I spoke to my mother. She’s on her way out.”
She could think of a thousand scenarios worse than his mother coming. The pure relief of it made her sag against him.
“She knows, Mary. She stopped at my office and raised hell for an hour. I told her the truth—all of it. It’s like she didn’t hear me. My boss fired me and then Mom got in her car screaming about coming here to kick you out. I don’t know how I beat her here.”
Mary looked at the door. She couldn’t believe Helen was actually coming and had cost Thomas the job he enjoyed. The sound of
Thomas pulled on his boxers and started to clean up the dishes, but stopped when he caught sight of her face. Mary’s expression turned from anticipation to something akin to embarrassment as Paul kissed her shoulder and moved his hand between her legs. Thomas had seen the expression before, but couldn’t place it and had forgotten to ask what caused it. She bit her lip. He left the kitchen and took his place stretched on the bed beside her.
“What’s going on, Mar?” Thomas asked, though he gave Paul space as Paul had done with him earlier.
“It’s um, hmm.” Her smile, so intense and goofy, didn’t give him much of an answer.
Paul grinned between kissing her neck. “She’s putty in my hands. There’s this spot I find and she gets wiggly. She can’t help it. I guess these old calloused ranch fingers are good for something more than lifting hay bales.”
Watching as Mary held back then finally gave over to a lightning-fast orgasm gave Thomas an idea. Their one attempt at double penetration hadn’t gone beyond start and with honest observation he could see they’d approached things the wrong way. Too much would surely overwhelm her, which had happened.
Paul leaned down and gave Mary a smacking kiss on the lips. “I gotta go, sweet stuff.”
She hugged him tight. “No, you have to stay with me so I can return that favor.”
He kissed her again, lingering so long Thomas thought his brother would blow off whatever called him away. Thomas grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it on, giving them a measure of privacy for a goodbye, though his mind circled on how to make a better sexual experience that included all three of them, and eventually four.
Chapter 12
She hid. Mary wasn’t too proud to admit it. She was hiding out in the cabin, letting the dust settle in town after what she knew had to be big gossip. One week married and the new Paraby wife’s reputation lay in tatters.
If she’d known more people in town, she might have gone to see their reaction, but all she knew were the grocery store people. They seemed nice enough. She held onto hope they didn’t listen to idle gossip and if they did, they didn’t care.
She looked away from the backsplash of the kitchen she’d painted a rosy pink. It popped against the slight red tone in the surrounding wood of the cabin. She’d broke into her emergency money to send a little along with Thomas with the paint color request. He’d done well and the added color warmed the house up to a home.
But no matter how homey, she couldn’t hide forever. Three days without seeing anyone except Thomas and Paul—while doing good things for her heart and their relationships—already frayed her nerves. It couldn’t be healthy for her mind either. She cleaned her brushes, satisfied she’d at least made quality use of her self-imposed solitude.
Thomas entered as she tossed the used rags in the trash. She smiled at him, but his lips pulled in a tight line, his cheeks sunk into his face, pale.
“Oh no, what’s wrong?” She wiped her hands again and hurried to him. “Are you sick?”
He shook his head and hugged her so hard her heart jumped. People only hugged that hard after something horrible happened. Her mind scattered to possible explanations, every terrifying, heartbreaking nightmare ever.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, terrified to hear the answer.
“I spoke to my mother. She’s on her way out.”
She could think of a thousand scenarios worse than his mother coming. The pure relief of it made her sag against him.
“She knows, Mary. She stopped at my office and raised hell for an hour. I told her the truth—all of it. It’s like she didn’t hear me. My boss fired me and then Mom got in her car screaming about coming here to kick you out. I don’t know how I beat her here.”
Mary looked at the door. She couldn’t believe Helen was actually coming and had cost Thomas the job he enjoyed. The sound of
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