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shot, ex-NFL star to score with Ms. Anderson. Once he s gone maybe she ll start
samplin the local guys some more.
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That s enough. Colin wished to hell the asshole s son weren t right there soaking
up the filthy accusations coming out of the guy s tobacco-stained mouth. Todd, Ms.
Anderson and I have to be going. You keep on practicing your throwing. Holding
Susan firmly, he turned to walk away.
Smart-ass sonofabitch. Might know he d take up with the town whore.
Colin whirled around when he heard the bastard spouting such filth, and in front of
his own kid. I d shut my filthy mouth if I were you, he snarled, fingers curled tightly
into fists as he took a determined stride toward the disgusting creep. If you don t, I ll
shut it for you, here and now.
Colin, please. Susan s soft hand on his forearm drew his attention, made him
realize they were attracting a crowd. He s not worth it.
She obviously wanted him to avoid making a scene. Colin nailed the guy with the
most evil stare he could manage. You heard the lady. She doesn t think you re worth
me dirtying my hands on. I may decide she s wrong if I see your ugly face again, so I
suggest you make yourself scarce.
Thank you, she said quietly as they made a beeline for his car that he d left by the
field that morning.
Too quietly. Colin held a tight rein on the fury that made him want to tear that
scruffy cowboy limb from limb. His concern now was for Susan. It was as though that
worthless bastard had drained her of the vibrant love for life he d felt in her since
arriving on her doorstep five days ago.
When he slid behind the wheel he saw she was leaning against the passenger door,
shoulders slumped. When she spoke, her voice was tiny, hesitant. I should have
known somebody would say something, but I can t imagine anybody but Virgil Lane
talking that way in front of his own child.
Hurt. The motherfucker had hurt Susan. Colin had come to care for her, for much
more than the fact that she made him feel ten feet tall and thirty again when they made
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love. I ll get Virgil away from Todd and then I ll shove his filthy tongue down his
throat. Nobody s getting away with insulting you.
They ve been doing it a long time, with reason I guess. Since I wasn t terribly
particular after Donnie died, the ones I turned down like him turned on me. Not that
I d have taken up with any guy who was married, even if he weren t disgusting like
Virgil Lane. She choked back what sounded like a muffled sob. I m so sorry. I should
have warned you somebody would say something like that.
It ate at Colin s gut to see Susan so torn. You were right, sweetheart, when you
said the jerk wasn t worth fighting. He s not worth a single tear out of your beautiful
eyes, either. Give me a kiss now, and I ll take you home. Bet I can love you so good
you ll forget all about old Virgil and his foul mouth.
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Chapter Five
She loved him. How on earth was she going to survive once Colin drove away
tomorrow after the final ceremony was over? She d let him undress them both and lead
her into the small shower. Now she stood in his arms, water sluicing over their sweaty
bodies. Water washing away the hurtful memory of Virgil Lane s insult at least for
now. Or so it was supposed to be doing.
Unfortunately the dirty words didn t disappear with the soapy water that was
trickling down the drain. She couldn t help trembling, realizing this wonderful
interlude with Colin, where she d finally found her Master, would soon come to an end,
leaving her where she d been before, seeking something she wasn t likely to find again.
Donnie had been a hard act to follow. Susan didn t need a rocket scientist to tell her
Colin might be damn near impossible to replace. Might? She chided herself on that one
because she couldn t imagine there being a man on Earth who could replace him in her
heart and mind. Trying to control an overwhelming sense of impending loss, she
lathered her hands and soaped his muscular chest again.
Colin took her hand, drew it down to his half-hard penis. You re supposed to be
thinking about me. About this.
Yes, Master. She loved touching him, feeling him grow bigger and harder under
her seeking fingers. You feel so good. I ll hate it when you re gone.
Don t think about that. Just get on your knees and show me how much you like
taking my cock down your pretty throat. I knew the first time I saw you that your
mouth s made for sucking me.
Sucking me. Not sucking just any cock. Yes, Master, she said, kneeling at his feet
and drawing the purplish cock head between her lips. At his deep growl of approval
she bathed him with her tongue, taking her time as she enjoyed the velvety texture of
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his flesh, the contrast of it with the cool, smooth ring that protruded from the slit at its
tip.
He ran his calloused fingers through the wet strands of her hair, his touch
reminding her he was in control. Arousing her as much as the act of giving him head,
paying homage to his maleness. His mastery. Sweetheart, I love the way you take care
of me.
It took both her hands to enclose his long, thick shaft. Yeah, like that. He arched
his hips, fucked her mouth slowly, with shallow thrusts that only made her want more.
Then he pulled away.
I m sorry, Master&
He drew her to her feet, took her mouth in a hard, arousing kiss then wrapped both
arms around her, his big hands pressing their bodies so close she gasped for breath.
Don t be sorry. I find I want to touch you all over. Hold you. Can t do that with
you on your knees playing with my cock. Let s dry off and go to bed.
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She lay naked on the bed, beautifully submissive. But Colin didn t like seeing the
sadness in her eyes when he dropped the towel and straddled her slender hips. Get
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