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looped his arms around her knees, changed the angle of penetration.
God yes. She d tensed up, held back, but now he wanted her to come and she was
glad to obey. When she came apart in his arms he took her screams of pleasure,
swallowed them, reveled in the incredible thrill of climax.
Mine and his, she thought, holding him as he reached his own pleasure while his
cock pulsated with life deep inside her body.
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Chapter Three
I doubt the café has had this much business in years. Maybe ever. Susan leaned
back in her chair early that evening, loving the warm, protective feel of Colin s hand
resting on her shoulder. Looks like everybody in town came here tonight to get some
of the ribs.
Colin nodded across the room at Bobby and Marly who were sitting with Cal and
Mel Tate. No time to cook, with all that s going on, getting ready for the football
camp that would be my guess.
Either that or everybody smelled these ribs cooking and opted to come have some.
The food here may not be all that healthy but it tastes good. There come Dave and Keith
with their wives and kids.
Dave stopped and spoke with the Rebels players then joined the others.
Looks like Hedgecock may be growing itself another quarterback, Colin
commented. Who s the big kid?
That s Dylan Granger. Diane s son. He s around fourteen a ninth grader.
Colin sat for a minute, as though deep in thought. Granger? I don t remember a lot
of people from here, but that name rings a bell.
Frank Granger?
Big guy, six four or five, close to three hundred pounds? The sonofabitch was a
ninth grader when I was a senior. Had a smartass mouth on him, apparently thought he
could take me on. Colin massaged the bridge of his nose, grimaced. I showed him he
was wrong, but he left me with a broken nose and a bunch of bruises. I hurt like hell for
a week or so. Not just my body but my ego. After all, I was nearly eighteen and he was
three or four years younger.
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Susan looked closely at Colin s straight, slightly prominent nose and doubted Frank
had done any lasting damage. Then she glanced over at Dave and Diane. You ve got
something in common with Diane, then. Frank used to use her for a punching bag until
she finally got smart and threw him out. He loved to fight, I guess, since he took up
riding bulls in the rodeo.
I hope for Frank s sake that he s got enough sense to stay away this week. If he
comes back, it sounds as though there ll be guys lined up three deep, wanting to exact
some revenge.
Susan smiled. Old Frank s safely in hell. He s been dead for several years, thanks
to a bull at a rodeo up in Denver.
Good riddance. Colin dug into another slab of ribs, glanced over at the big table
where the Rebels players were eating as though there were no tomorrow. These taste
great. The guys are making fast work of the half-ton of meat the cook mentioned having
smoked today.
She d noticed how the Rebels players treated Colin as though he were one of their
own. Your players all seem to like you.
He laughed. They like me well enough until I start puttin them to work. Seriously,
my philosophy is pretty much that the team that plays together stays together and not
only on the field. Looks as though we re gonna get a show. A couple of these boys are
good enough that they could make their living singing.
The DJ cranked up the karaoke machine, and three hulking linemen got up and
belted out an old country-western classic, Take It Easy.
They are good. Do you sometimes join them? Susan thought he might she
couldn t imagine there being much of anything Colin didn t do well.
He grinned. Once in a while. Want me to sing to you, do you?
I d love to hear you, but only if you want to. She couldn t help imagining Colin s
singing voice would sound even sexier than when he talked.
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Sure. Go grab one of the books and pick out whatever you d like to hear, as long as
it s country-western. I do a lousy job with rap and disco. He reached over, gave her a
quick, hard kiss then shot her an evil grin. If you pick out something embarrassing, I m
gonna make you pay.
She doubted she d mind anything he d do to her. After all, he wasn t likely to throw
her on top of the table and fuck her brains out in front of people who might not be into
domination and submission. Not to mention that children were present. Smiling at her
selection, she hurried back to the table. I gave Charley your name and the number of
the song I d like you to sing.
Charley?
He s the guy who runs the karaoke machine.
When Colin grabbed her hand and laid it on his thigh she glanced around,
wondering if anybody noticed. If they did, they weren t showing any reaction. Susan
knew none of the locals would expect her to act shy. Besides, she didn t mind
everybody knowing she and Colin were together. She needed to learn not to reserve
even the slightest intimacy for the bedroom. Obviously Colin had no qualms about
letting his sexual appetite show. It didn t matter now that Donnie had wanted to keep
their bedroom games just between them at least just between them and whatever man
he decided to share her with at any given time. Tentatively, she laid her hand over
Colin s, squeezed it.
He looked down at her, amusement in his gaze. Easy, my little pet. All I m doing
now is staking my claim. Lettin my players know you re mine just in case some of them
get the idea they d like a taste. What s this song you want to hear?
When she told him he grinned. Good. I like that one. When Charley called his
name, he got up and pulled her along with him, seating her on a bar stool next to the
microphone.
The café s single strobe light came on, bathing them in dappled shades of blue and
yellow, the colors of the Hedgecock teams for as long as Susan could remember. It lent a
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