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Minnesota. She’d been miserable— lonely and bored with her life, and tired of

babysitting Vivi and her mother’s memory. She’d felt more freedom to enjoy life

while she’d been here with Roman at Crawley Creek than she could remember

feeling even before her mother’s death.

Hours passed as she emptied her grief out to the world. Sobbing, cursing,

and whispering her way into a drowsy, limp state. When Roman found her she

was curled up on the bed under the blankets, tears dried on her cheeks, and her

soul completely empty of everything. She felt nothing. No pain, no sorrow, no

grief, just nothing.

“Hey sugar.” He murmured as he kicked his boots off and slid under the

covers next to her.

Fully clothed, they reached for each other. Embracing as if their lives

depended on it. Franki couldn’t believe the depth of desire that swelled from

inside her at his touch, but the need drove her. She let herself run with it, her

arms wrapping tightly around him, fingers tangling in his hair, nails scoring his

scalp. Her mouth searched his out as her leg slid up and over his hip.

Thankfully, Roman seemed just as comfortable letting her take the lead as he

had been when he was in charge. He reciprocated her kiss and then some,

gripping her hips and helping her shift so that she straddled him. Her long dark

hair spilled over the two of them, hiding them in the shadows like a privacy

curtain. He massaged her ass through her jeans making her squirm against his

hard cock as she sought to ease the ache that had exploded inside her.

Pulling her lips away from his, she reached for his zipper, only to be stopped

by his firm grip.

“Franki, wait. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

She heard herself laugh as she shook his hands off, “Good, then let me take

advantage of you. I need this. I need you, Roman.”

He held her gaze as she lowered his zipper and reached for his hard, hot

cock, squeezing it tightly in her hand. His groan of pure pleasure egged her on,

and she pushed herself further down his body, easing her lips over the crown of

his dick and tasting his passion on her tongue. The intimacy and trust he gave her

was exactly what she needed, and she repaid him with the blow job of his life.

Taking him to the back of her throat and swallowing to fex her muscles against

his cockhead. Rippling her tongue against the thick veins that lined his shaft, and

teasing his balls with her hand until they were drawn up high and tight against his

body. Just when she thought he might explode in her mouth, he reached down

and pushed her mouth away from him with a growl.

“I need to be inside you, baby.” His husky tone was sexy as hell, and she

hurried to push her jeans off, dropping them off the bed along with her panties.

Without even removing her shirt or bra, she resumed her position over his hips

and slid his cock home in her already dripping pussy.

He stretched her muscles, filling her to capacity, and drawing a moan of

pleasure from her. She could hear herself whimpering, begging, and promising

anything and everything to get him to release his grip on her hips so that she

could move, and when he final y did, she reached nirvana with one thrust. Her

body convulsed atop him, and yet somehow he managed to direct her from

beneath. Thrusting and arching into her, he kept her orgasm fowing throughout

every cell of her body making her delirious with desire. By the time he yelled out

his release she’d orgasmed twice more and her entire body was limp with the

pleasure of their embrace. She’d never felt this way before, so completely full of

someone else’s feelings that they held her up. In more ways than one, he’d

touched her to the core.

She stayed there, draped over him for a while, long enough that he

awkwardly pulled the blanket over the top of them to fend off the chilly night air.

He never made a move to resettle her, or separate them. He seemed just as

content to enjoy their closeness.

When her bladder finally began to protest, she lifted her head and met his

gleaming gold eyes in the lamplight. “I should probably get up.”

“Don’t do it on my account,” he murmured drowsily.

She giggled, and kissed his chest. “I need to pee, and we should probably

wash the stickiness off.”

“What?” he gasped. “You don’t want me stuck to you? How rude.”

“That’s not what I said at all!” she protested, easing herself off of him and

standing on wobbly legs next to the bed. A glance down at her attire had her

laughing again. “Next time, maybe we’ll get all of our clothes off first, and take

the time to find a condom. Good thing I’m on the pill.”

Roman eyed her and then smiled, “I’m glad to hear you’re thinking about a

next time.”

Cocking her head, she frowned, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve had a rough week.”

Like a painful sting, his words brought Vivi to mind and she shook her head

like she could shake the pain away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Taking a step away from him, she tugged her shirt and bra off, dropping

them to the foor on her way to the bathroom. After taking care of business, she

turned the shower on, and stepped into the steaming hot water. It scalded her

skin and brought life back to the parts of her body that had been dul with

emotion before being set on fire by a sizzling sex session. Her hair grew heavy

with water before she leaned back and wiped the drops from her eyes to find

Roman leaning against the shower stall watching her.

“Need a hand washing your back?” he asked, his eyebrow arching high on

his forehead. Happy that he wasn’t pushing the issue, she nodded, and turned her

back his direction. His big hands stroked over her skin, and he kissed her shoulder

as he rubbed the tense muscles. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” She sighed as he hit a particularly

tight knot of muscle, and pushed back against him. “And you’ve got great hands.”

“Oh really?” he teased, “You haven’t even seen what these hands can really

do, sweetheart.”

Pressing her back against his chest, he reached around her and cupped her

breasts under the spray of the shower, lifting the nipples into the pounding

droplets. He pinched them hard, drawing the blood to the surface so that they

swelled to meet the sensation, and she let out another big sigh.

“I love how sensitive your nipples are,” he whispered against her ear, “Just

playing with them makes me hard as a rock.”

He pressed his pelvis against her backside and she wiggled against him

playfully. “I figured you’d be done for the night after that massive orgasm earlier.”

“Baby a dead man would get a hard on seeing you naked and wet in the

shower.”

Franki’s heart tripped in her chest at the oddly sweet compliment, and she

turned her head to capture his lips with her own, feeding every ounce of emotion

she had left into their kiss. While she feasted on his lips, his hands had another

plan, and they slid down her belly to her mons where they quickly sought out her

swollen clit.

Ripples of pleasure washed through her, and her veins sang with desire as he

stroked her gently, bringing her body to the edge, and then easing away to let her

settle again. His long fingers fucked into her dripping slit, making her hunger for

more, and after a few trips to the peak of no return without fulfillment, she

snarled at him.

“No more teasing.” Bending forward, she thrust her ass in his direction

hoping that he’d get the hint and sink into her from behind, giving them both

what they needed. Instead, he chuckled and lowered himself down over her back,

keeping his cock away from her pussy so that his fingers could continue to play.

He dipped into her passage and then slipped his slick fingers up to her tight

anus, teasing the bud with his fingertips. She’d never tried anal play, but the

naughty feelings he was building inside her made her want to let him have

complete control over her, and she pushed back against him allowing him access

with his finger to her hidden depths.

“Fuck me you’re tight.” He groaned, kissing her spine. “Someday soon I’m

going to sink my cock into your sweet ass, baby.”

“Now, do it now,” she begged.

“I wish.” He snorted, thrusting his finger harder into her asshole. “But

you’re not ready. I won’t hurt you. Glad to know you’re up for it though.”

He lifted away from her back, sending a wash of cool air over her hot skin,

and she nearly cursed him to hel for his departure. If it weren’t for his fingers stil

playing with her ass, she might have strangled him then and there.

Before she could plan his violent death for his refusal to fuck her on demand,

she felt his cock rub against her pussy lips, and she trembled with desire. She

needed him.

This time, he didn’t let her take over. He held her in place and he thrust

slowly but surely into her depths, taking his time, and bringing her up to the top

with him instead of before him. They made love on weak knees, with the hot

water washing over them, they touched each other and held each other through

another mountain sized climax and then some. And when they finally separated

and washed each other clean, Franki felt like she’d put her pain aside and could

move forward. If only she’d known how hard that would really be, she might

have stayed in the shower for the rest of her life.

Chapter 17

Franki didn’t want to go to the fair. She tried everything she could think of

to get out of it. She begged, she pleaded, she even told Marilyn that she had a

headache, but the damn woman was stubborn as hel . So she found herself

carrying pies to the judging tent the next morning along with the rest of the

Crawley Creek bunch. Around her people laughed and enjoyed visiting with

friends and family, but all she could think about was how much she didn’t want to

be there.

Last night was perfect. She and Roman made love over and over until both

of their bodies gave out, and they woke together when the sun splashed over their

tangled limbs. She joined Marilyn in putting the pies together, even though she

was walking a bit more awkward than before, and the other woman had given

her a knowing smile but stayed quiet.

They had a nice fow between them, and Franki truly liked Marilyn’s

company. In fact she was reminded of Dottie. She was just like Marilyn.

Stubborn to a fault and as kindhearted as they came.

“Franki just set that down over here and then you and Roman can run off

and enjoy the fair.” Marilyn directed. “Roman, don’t forget you and your

brothers need to check in at the activity center before noon to get your

assignments.”

“Wil do, boss lady,” Roman said playfully, grabbing Franki’s hand and

leading her out into the mass of people.

Montford’s main street had been transformed into an old-fashioned fair.

Tables lined it on either side, some selling crafts, other’s food, and still others just

had chairs for sitting around them. People milled along greeting Roman and

smiling at Franki, but no one looked at her with pity, and she felt relieved. She

knew that news of the tragedy at the Kilburn farm had spread throughout the

town. Montford had lost one of their own, and the repercussions of the terrible

crimes being committed on their outskirts would likely be felt for years to come.

Just the fact that there had been enough paying customers in the region to

warrant someone opening a brothel nearby was terrifying.

Franki had anticipated getting some backlash from the townspeople because

her sister was one of the victims, but she hadn’t expected them to embrace her.

So far, that seemed to be exactly what they were doing. As she and Roman played

a few rounds of darts, and tossed skee balls together, people treated her like one

of their own. A few guys even congratulated Roman on his luck in finding a good

woman. It was so close to perfect that Franki kept looking over her shoulder,

waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It finally did just before noon when she and Roman made their way to the

activity center for his volunteer assignment. That’s where Abby stopped them,

and made a scene.

“Well if isn’t Romeo Freemont,” she declared loudly, “Brought your whore

with ya today, huh?” Abby turned steely eyes on Franki and snickered, “Trying to

make it as a legitimate citizen? After sleeping with half the town?”

“What?” Normally Franki would have a witty come back, but at the

moment, she was off her game, and Abby insinuating that she’d been a part of

the prostitution scandal was almost too much to bear.

Before Franki could come up with something intelligent, or Abby could

throw out something more hateful, Roman let her have it.

“You listen to me, Abby. I don’t care if I hurt your feelings at this point. I’m