Day, Xondra - Our Dirty Little Secret (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (13 page)

“
This stuff is a bitch to remove. There
’
s layers of it.
”
He pulled down a strip to show her.

“
God, that
’
s awful.
”
Ann winced and smirked.
“
That sixties pattern, it looks like something from an acid trip. The Donaldsons must have been kicking it back in the day.
”

“
I
’
m starting to think so,
”
he replied.
“
They probably hosted sex swap parties and smoked reefer while dropping acid into their exotic, fruity drinks.
”

Ann burst out laughing.
“
If only you could have met them. I
’
m just picturing it now.
”

“
Okay. Back to business. How in the hell can I get this off?
”

“
There isn
’
t any easy way to remove it. You can steam it off, but you need a steamer to do that. The alternative is to soak it off with warm, soapy water. It still takes time, but it helps ease the work. Or you can strip the walls bare and put up new drywall.
”

He pondered both options.
“
What would you do?
”

Ann pulled at a strip until it came off in her hand.
“
I
’
d strip it. It
’
s a bit more work, but in the end you will have a better, finished look. I
’
ll mention it to Jeff when he gets home this evening to see what his opinion is.
”

Jeff. Handsome, sexy, slightly brutish Jeff.

“
I
’
m not so sure if that
’
s a great idea. I meant to tell you that when we were alone. He seems awfully busy, and it might not be fair to expect him to do this work here. I don
’
t want to take advantage of him.
”
Advantage
…
Jeff
…
naked.

“
You won
’
t be taking advantage of him. He
’
s fine. It
’
ll keep him out of trouble.
”
She glanced at her watch.
“
Damn. I have to get back to the house. My novel refuses to write itself. I’ll drop around later tonight, with Jeff. It
’
ll allow him to evaluate the work needed here. And stop worrying.
”

“
Thanks, Ann.
”

“
Don
’
t mention it.
”

He walked her to the door, and after a brief exchange about coordinating paint colors, she left.

* * * *

Jeff was so ready to call it a day. And with just one hour or work left, he looked forward to heading home for a hot shower and then resting in front of the TV with a much-needed beer.

Drywall dust coated everything, but things were shaping up, and soon they
’
d be done here, ready to move on to the next project.

In the master bathroom, two of his crew worked installing ceramic tile while another did the same downstairs in the foyer.
Work
. It never ended.

He wondered how Mike was making out with his house. He pitied the guy, he really did. There was something likeable about him, and it wasn
’
t just the physical attraction he felt towards him, which still scared him a fair bit.

After dinner, he
’
d take the time and drop in to see him, to see how much work was needed and what it would entail. It was the right and proper neighborly thing to do. He told himself that was his only interest. Mike was a new friend, and friends helped each other out.

“
I need another set of hands,
”
called a guy from downstairs in the foyer.
“
Anyone?
”

Jeff popped from his daze.
“
Yup,
”
he called back.
“
Sure thing. I
’
m on my way.
”

* * * *

Ann sat in front of the computer, her thoughts not on the task at hand.

The conversation she
’
d had with Gwenn stirred her and not in a good way. It wasn
’
t as if she was shocked to learn that Kevin was a definite bastard. She
’
d known that when Gwenn married him. This was just the icing on the cake, the validation for the feelings she carried for him all these years.

Gwenn didn
’
t deserve this. Her sister had spent the majority of her life catering to
…
that man.

Now fuming, Ann put her fingers to the keys and started in on the next chapter, where Delilah seeks her revenge on a cheating boyfriend. How ironic.

Five pages in, she sat back in the chair and thought about what to write next.

She wished her sister had the strength that Delilah had. But it wasn
’
t in Gwenn
’
s nature. They may have been sisters, but the two of them were so not alike.

How anyone could cheat was beyond her. For her, marriage was sacred. It was a bond between two people that went way deeper than words on paper or some oath said before God.

It wasn
’
t that she was stupid or naïve. Hell, most people did think about it. For instance, last night she couldn
’
t help but think about Mike in that way. But would she ever go for it if it was offered up to her by him or any man?
No.

She read the words she
’
d just written. Delilah was a great character. She was so full of zest and life, not afraid to be out there and think way outside the box. But she didn
’
t start out that way. Her story was one of liberation in every way possible, including sexual.

But fiction was not reality.

Chapter Six

He felt like a total dirtbag!

Jeff headed from his truck into the house with plans to head straight for the shower. But when Ann emerged from the living room wearing nothing more than a smile, he stopped dead in his tracks.
“
What are you doing?
”
he asked. Not that he was complaining or anything. This just wasn
’
t her style.

“
I was upstairs writing, and well
…
I got to thinking about us and how much I love you.
”
She walked toward him, her arms curling around his neck, her body now pressed firmly against his.

“
Is everything all right?
”
he asked with much concern.

She looked up at him.
“
I
’
m fine. I thought it would be nice to spice things up a bit.
”

He grinned.
“
Well, you know I
’
m always up for spice. How about joining me in the shower? You can
…
scrub my back.
”

Ann reached down and unzipped him, pulling his hard cock from inside his jeans.
“
Among other various parts.
”
She squeezed him tight, causing him to groan.

When she stepped into the shower beside him, they kissed hard and fast. They entwined in each other’s arms, slick skin sliding, caressing, wanting.

Reaching down, Jeff found Ann
’
s slick cunt, his fingers exploring her.

“
Fuck,
”
she gasped.

“
That
’
s right,
”
he replied.
“
I
’
m going to fuck you so hard you
’
ll never forget it.
”

“
Please do.
”
She turned, and facing away from him, bent over slightly, her hands against the wall of the shower.
“
Fuck my hot pussy. I want your big cock inside my tight little hole.
”

She wanted it and he wanted to give it to her. But he had something else in mind first.

He slid down to the floor of the shower, her ass now directly in front of his face. Pushing ahead with his face now wedged beneath her globes, he ground against her wet cunt, his tongue prodding, sliding between her pinkness
. Sweet!

“
Spread your legs, babe,
”
he ordered, pulling back far enough to utter the words.
“
Show me that sweet lil’ cunt and asshole.
”

Ann spread her legs like he ordered and reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart to give him a full, raw view of everything she had to offer.

“
Fucking hot, sweet pussy,
”
he said, and then ran his tongue across her swollen clit, one finger massaging the ring of her asshole.

He
’
d fucked her once in the ass and liked it. He wondered if she
’
d let him do it again.