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    “ Why didn't you say anything?”
    “ Deke.”
    “ Why didn't you say anything, Emma?”
    “ Would it have made any difference if I had?” When he didn't answer, she nodded. “I guess you have your answer.”
    “ They're not like you.” He bent and kissed her. “You're different.”
    “ Mmm, good. Now shut up and fuck me.”
    “ If you insist.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and, pulling her head back, began kissing and biting her throat. “Horny little witch.”
     
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    “What the fuck?” He opened his eyes as something cold and wet touched his ear. “Take a hike, hound.” Emma mumbled in her sleep and snuggled even closer, wrapping herself around him. He smiled and pressed his lips on her forehead. “You gotta get off me, the dog needs to piss.” Reluctantly, he untangled himself and, pulling on his jeans, padded to the back door to let the dog out.
    He leaned on the doorframe and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Why the fuck had he asked her that? Of all the stupid dumbass questions, he could have asked, he had to choose that one. She hadn't seemed fazed – but not much ever fazed her – in fact, if anything it made her even hornier, but the fact was, now he knew. He couldn't pretend that she was fine with other women, any more than he could pretend to be okay with her being with other men. The problem was, where did that leave him... Them.
    “Hey.”
    “ Hey.” He turned and watched her as she crossed the kitchen. “How come you always look so hot?”
    She grinned and looked down at the baggy tee shirt and purple socks she was wearing. “It's a gift. Of course it helps that my guy is kind of old, and his eyesight isn't what it was.”
    “You got an old guy? Where is he? I'll take the fucker down.”
    “ Funny.” She walked over and pressed her hands against his chest. “You're the only old guy I need. Of course...” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his jaw. “If a younger model comes along...”
    “ I'll kick his ass too.” He pulled her closer and kissed her. “Ain't sharing you with no kid.”
    Laughing, she pulled away. “Staking your claim, big guy?”
    Was that what he was doing? He ran his fingers through her curls. “Do I need to?”
    She shook her head and, pushing him away, walked back across the kitchen and began slicing the bread. “You want something to eat?”
    No, I want you to tell me why suddenly after all this time, you've gotten under my skin, and what the fuck I'm supposed to do about it. He leaned back on the doorframe. “Sure.”
    She smiled that goddamned smile. “And then after you've fucked me again, you can fix those loose panels on my veranda.”
    “Jesus, woman. I fucked you in every room of the house last night.”
    “ It's a very small house.” She smirked. “Of course if you're not....Oh!”
    He closed the space between then, in one deft move, spun her around to face him and threw her over his shoulder. “I am going to fuck you unconscious.” He marched into the bedroom and dumped her onto his bed. “Turn over. On your knees.”
    “Make me.” Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips.
    She hadn't put up much of a fight as he flipped her over and, with his belt, tied her wrists to the wrought iron headboard, but there were a couple of scratches on his chest. He ran his hand across them and grinned. Bitch had made him bleed. He slammed hard inside her, his fingers digging into her thighs. She barely made a sound as he pounded, harder and harder, and while her pussy was yielding, the rest of her was completely rigid. He slid his hand around the top of her thigh and rubbed his thumb against her clit. She jolted and whimpered and his grin broadened as he began to increase the pace, and the whimpers turned to moans as her orgasm grew. He couldn't hold back any longer as her beautiful pussy tightened around his cock. “Fuck, Emma.. I…Fuck.” He collapsed on top of her, then rolled onto his back, breathing heavily.