Awakening Veronica(Divine Creek Ranch 17)(42)

“I can’t cover up?”

“No.”

“All right, Hank. I feel so exposed.”

“Good. Travis is waiting for your reply. Tell him what I had you do and then do as he asks.”

“Yes, Hank. Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Nika.”

Into the dark stillness, he called out, “She’s all yours. You can thank me later, asshole!”

He heard the sheets and covers rustle when Travis moved and his good mood was evident in his voice. “I can’t recall ever being so happy to be awakened by a text message.”

The phone chimed and a second later Hank heard Travis’s throaty chuckle. “You’re a generous bastard, aren’t you?”

“Like I said.”

Hank’s cock twitched as he imagined her lying there, a rosy blush in her cheeks as she spread her legs and touched her pussy. He formulated their next encounter and knew what it would include. She needed to free herself from all those constraints on her sexuality.

The chimes were interspersed with moments of silence and the occasional chuckle or groan from Travis.

A soft curse came from down the hall and Hank gave in to temptation. He reached for the bottle of lubricant in his night table drawer and squeezed a dollop into his hand. Knowing that she was sharing herself with Travis had him close to the edge already, and he was content with the role of voyeur as he imagined the pace of her breathing gradually increasing as her juices soaked her fingers and became more abundant with each stroke on her clit. She’d struggle with being laid bare, but in the end, it would only make her hotter.

A chime sounded and Travis murmured, “Oh, fuck yes, baby. Go there.”

It was a short trip for Hank as he slid his hand around his cock, thick, hard, and hot from his visions of her writhing on her bed, her legs spread wide and her head tilted back as she neared the point of no return.

As if psychic sexual vibrations were bouncing off the walls and traversing the distance between her house and his, his strokes grew long and fierce even as Travis’s vocalizations indicated he was going along with her, too.

A chime sounded and Travis groaned and replied out loud, obviously wanting Hank to know as well. “Come for us, Nika. That’s right, baby.”

Hank grasped the sheets in one fist as he tightened his grip on his dick and groaned deep as the first searing jet of cum burst onto his abdomen, stinging and opening the dam on a release that left him wrung out and bathed in sweat.

He grinned as he heard the telltale sounds of a man finding his satisfaction from down the hall. Hank grinned, glad that Travis hadn’t felt the need to hide what was going on. Soon they’d be sharing a bed and much more intimate contact with her. Just that thought made his sated cock twitch. He chuckled as he wiped his abdomen clean with tissues and put the phone back on the night table, imagining her lying there, breathless and smiling like she had earlier. The sappy grin on his face felt like it was there permanently, as he rolled over and drifted back to sleep in the darkness, holding a pillow against him, anticipating the night it would be her gorgeous body he held against him.



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Tabitha Lester gathered her bible and her purse and tote bag as she prepared to leave the Sunday school classroom, letting a sigh of frustration erupt from her lips as the last of the ladies filtered out of the door.

Attendance in the Sunday school class she taught every week had been light lately. She figured they were all probably home being lazy, or sleeping off their hangovers…or attending someone else’s class. But no, she was willing to bet, those same faces would be absent in the pews during the church service as well. She thought it was a disturbing trend that so many were falling away.

“Tabitha?” a timid voice said from behind her.

She turned, accidentally losing a grip on her tote bag handle, and growling as the contents fell to the floor. She curled her lip, barely holding back a curse, and said, “What, Ann?”

Ann had been one of her students for a while, a woman in her thirties with two young children who regularly terrorized the church Sunday school volunteers, judging from what she’d heard.

“Tabitha, I wanted to let you know about…a change that’s coming.” She looked ready to bolt but she still knelt down and helped Tabitha gather up all the flyers and posters Tabitha had recently had printed for Keep Divine Pure. Irritation filled her when she saw the box of business cards had split open, too.

Ann picked one up and peered at it. “Keep Divine Pure,” she read out loud. “Say no to polyamory.”

Tabitha snatched the card away from Ann when she held it out to her and looked at Tabitha with sympathy in her eyes. “Anyway…”