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funny?” Cheryl's face reddened as they ignored her.
    “I told you, didn't I?” Kurt leaned forward and kissed Lena’s cheek. He could tell she was becoming uncomfortable. “Go away, Cheryl. Find your husband and leave me alone.” His tone and demeanor changed when he glanced at his ex-wife. Jeff and Faye walked up behind the woman. Cheryl moved further back as they retook their seats.
    “Fuck you, Kurt,” Cheryl snarled. Her mottled red face glued to his actions with Lena.
    “You wish,” Jeff snickered as she stormed away.
    “Your ex?” Faye asked, watching the woman disappear into the crowd.
    “Unfortunately.” He glanced at Lena. She smiled wanly at him. “What?”
    “I think your ex is worse than mine.”
    “Why do you say that?” She was probably right, but he wanted to hear how she processed things. He appreciated the way she allowed him to handle Cheryl without coming unglued.
    “Because Elijah will eventually let all this go. When he sees I'm not interested, he'll stop trying to get me back. But that heifer,” she pointed in the direction Cheryl went, “she still sees you as hers. Like a pet or something.”
    Faye nodded. Jeff looked at him with an I-told-you-so expression.
    “Hmmm.” He didn't want to talk about his or her ex. “Dance with me.” He stood and held his hand to her. She accepted and walked to the floor. Through the deafening noise, he heard Jeff tell Faye. “He's sprung for sure. My boy never dances.”

Chapter 4
     
    Lena squeezed her thighs together to quench the hungry throbbing. The alcohol had worn off long ago, but the big man kept her edgy. Her body hummed with anticipation. It'd been years since she'd made out in public. Kurt kissed her on the dance floor, at the table, and while walking to the exit. His hands stroked everywhere; her arms, thighs, and between her legs. She was on fire and could barely stand.
    Despite his agreement to accept her dating other men, he stayed near her all night at the club, staking a claim. Instead of being upset, she was flattered. He was the medicine her bruised heart needed, solid reinforcement of her desirability as a woman. She hadn't realized how much of a hit her female ego had taken from her husband’s infidelity.
    Light jazz played from the back of the car. Her fingers were threaded through his, every once in a while he'd squeeze. They pulled into his driveway and got out.
    The moment the heavy door closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms and latched onto her mouth. Her senses spiraled as she let go, releasing her need to find fulfillment. Lifting her from the floor with passionate kisses, he took her breath and returned it to her. Shuddering in response, she held onto his shoulders, her haven in the midst of her tumultuous storm. Tender lips licked their way down her sensitive throat, sucking between her neck and shoulder. Her legs buckled. His arms tightened around her waist keeping her safe.
    “Ooooo,” she moaned as he squeezed her ass and rubbed her pelvis against his hardness. She gasped at the hard length beneath his pants. Long and wide, tingles shot between her legs in anticipation of receiving such a treat. Her head landed against his hard chest as her body emerged from hibernation. Heat unfurled in her lower regions, moisture flowed and pooled against her thigh. Needs she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years demanded fulfillment. She hoped he was ready for her.
    “Give yourself to me.” His voice ignited sparks of delicious shivers in her belly. Her thong was no match for her wet arousal.
    “Yes,” she whispered before he took her lips again. Kurt bent, picked her up, and walked further into the house. Her head rested against his chest. The steadfast cadence of his heart beat in harmony with hers. Hands tight around her waist, he maneuvered them to another part of the house. She barely noticed the rooms they breezed through. Desperate need pulsed through her. It had been so long since she'd felt this