“I can’t wait to take you here.” Sam groaned, and Abby felt his finger push inside her rear.
“Sam!” Abby cried out at the surprise sensation.
Sam played with her anus, gently pushing in and out, while she started to come. She panted as she tightened her legs around his waist.
Abby’s release was the best feeling in the world. Then it was Sam’s turn to moan. He picked up the pace and pounded into her. His finger came out of her ass as she fell back, completely sated, and Sam took his own pleasure. He rocked hard into her. Sam threw his head back as he stiffened over her when he came. He fell over on top of her. Abby was happy to have him so close. She kissed his cheek and the strong line of his jaw. When he looked up, he smiled at her.
“If that was punishment, Sam,” Abby began with a grin, “you tell Jack I’m gonna be a very bad girl.”
Chapter Five
Walter Echols valiantly managed to not roll his eyes as his mother joined her small group of friends. Not a one of them was younger than seventy, and he liked to think of them as a school of blue-haired barracudas. There were five of them, not counting his mother, and they met each week at the First Methodist Church of Willow Fork. Walter wondered why it had ever been called First. It seemed silly since he expected there never would be a second. There was a Presbyterian church on the other side of town, but it was attended by the blue collars of the town. Sometimes Walter wished he could be counted as one of those blue collars. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his family’s money. He enjoyed a good car and fine dining as much as the next person. But, in a small town, money wasn’t just something he enjoyed. Money was who he was, and he had a duty to it.
One of the barracudas broke from the group and began swimming toward him. She was using a walker to do it, but Walter still the felt the menace. Even an ancient barracuda still had teeth. They might have been purchased, but they were sharp. This was one of those times when not having money would work in his favor. Hillary Glass slowly worked her way toward him, an indignant gleam in her eye. If he was a regular Joe, he would be free to flee, but he wasn’t, and he had a reputation to uphold.
“Good morning, Mrs. Glass,” Walter said politely as he looked around the Fellowship Hall. His wife was talking to the pastor. No help there. He reached mentally for something to say. “How is your son, Lyle?” Walter smiled broadly, proud of himself for pulling that out of thin air.
“Still queer and going to hell,” the old lady said with a frown. “That’s what happens when you let your son leave a nice place like this and go to college in some godless city.”
Oh, yeah, Walter remembered.
Lyle Glass was a flaming homosexual. Funny man. He’d gone to school with him. The man had never failed to make his classmates laugh, but he’d been gay long before he’d reached the godless campus of Baylor University, if he recalled correctly, Lyle had moved to Dallas. Walter would have to look him up the next time he was there. Walter was thirty-five and rapidly discovering this was a time when a man wanted to reconnect with his past. But then, he suspected, the past was exactly what had put the righteous gleam in Hillary Glass’s rheumy eyes.
“What are you doing to protect your poor mother from that tramp?” Hillary’s voice was loud enough that a few people turned to see what was going on.
“I doubt Abigail Moore is coming after my mama,” Walter said evenly. The thought of Abby actively attempting to hurt his elderly mother was ridiculous. The woman could have had her revenge in a million different ways, yet she hadn’t even sued the family for her daughter’s support. Adam had died with a trust fund, but Abby hadn’t come after it. Besides, lately, he had started wondering how he was going to protect Abby from his mama.
Walter Echols loved his wife. Jan was his second wife. He’d been young when he had allowed himself to be shoved into a marriage with the “right” woman. Claire had come from a good, solid family and had been selected by his mother. It had only been a few years after Adam’s death, and Walter had been willing to do anything to please his parents. They had been shell shocked, and so had Walter. When Walter graduated from college, he’d let his mother shove him into the next step. Unfortunately, his mother’s choice of a perfect wife had left him for another man two years into the marriage. When Walter’s mother had tried to come up with another mate, Walter had put his foot down for the first time in his life. Ruby Echols might not have approved of Jan, but ten years and two beautiful kids later, she’d been forced to accept her.
Yes, Walter thought, he loved his wife, but if he’d been single, he would have been all over Abigail Moore like cheese on nachos.
She was one gorgeous woman, even now. He had seen her on a couple of occasions and thought she might even be sexier than she had been then. There was a worldliness about her now that had been absent before. She had confidence that only experience could give a person.
He’d been two years younger than his brother when Hurricane Abby hit, but even at fifteen he’d understood what his big brother saw in the redhead. She was beautiful and loyal. Abby had been funny and always sweet to her boyfriend’s kid brother. She had been wild. She and Adam had lived a fast life for a small town. They’d been caught drinking at the lake on more than one occasion, and if they were in a parked car, everyone knew not to approach it until it stopped rocking and the windows cleared. Walter could still remember how happy his brother had been once he’d told his parents off and promised he would keep seeing Abby even if they cut him off.
They hadn’t had the chance. Adam had wrapped his car around a tree when he lost control. Abby hadn’t even been with him at the time, but his parents had blamed her. They blamed Abby for Adam’s wildness, but Walter knew his brother better. Adam had been wild long before he got together with a girl from the wrong side of town. Now she was back, and twenty years hadn’t dimmed his mother’s fury.
“That piece of trash just being in this town hurts your mother,” Hillary complained.
“She’s only in town to help her mother back on her feet.” Walter tried to be reasonable, though he’d already tried the line on his mom and it hadn’t worked. “Diane Moore broke her hip last month. She’s been struggling.” He didn’t mention that Abigail was a registered nurse. Hillary wouldn’t be impressed with her education or experience.
“I don’t care about her,” Hillary said bluntly. “And neither should you. It’s her fault her daughter turned out so vile. You better do something, Walter, or your mother’s friends will step in and do it for you.”
Walter heard the click-clack of Hillary’s walker as she moved away from him. He put his fingers to his temples. He was getting a headache. He’d already talked to the sheriff about gently edging Abby out of town. He didn’t want to inundate her with tickets, but she needed to know it would be hard to stay here. She had been plain in her intention to leave once her work here was done. She wasn’t shoving her way into the upscale social events of Willow Fork. She worked at her friend’s café and helped her mom out. Why his mother couldn’t leave be, Walter had no idea. He would have to come up with something else to placate her.
Jan looked over at him and smiled as she picked up their little girl and fixed her four-year-old body to the hip his mother had commented was far too large for a true lady. His mother wouldn’t know a true lady if one bit her in the ass, and Jan had offered to on several occasions. Walter smiled back and wondered when he was going to be a man. His one foray into rebellion had netted him the best woman he’d ever met. He was currently engaged in his second foray. His mother had been dead set against him running for state senate, but Walter wanted out of town so bad he could taste it. Luckily, his father had been all for it before he died last spring. Walter felt bad for Abby, but he needed his mother’s support. Just this one last time.