Before he could respond, Meredith was already out of the stable and heading home. Going to the door he watched her walk back to the kitchen. Damon was also following her actions. Heat went straight to his groin at the sight of the woman he loved and Damon checking her out.
There were times he was sure Damon was attracted to Meredith. Then he figured it was down to his own feeble hoping. There was no way Damon would be attracted to him and Meredith. It just wasn’t possible.
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Sitting in the truck Meredith was aware of Damon beside her. She was always aware of the man who wasn’t her husband. His presence made her feel like she’d betrayed her husband for the feelings he caused inside her. She sat beside the door hoping to create some space in her mind for her to be able to breathe. When Andy took her to town for stocking up for bad weather she would sit right beside him, cuddling up to his arm.
She couldn’t believe he’d not taken her. He’d taken her every other time, but this time was completely different. Their marriage was falling apart, and she didn’t have a clue on how to put it back together. Every time she tried to give him what he wanted they ended up arguing. Before Damon arrived in their lives she and Andy never argued. He wanted her to order him to do things, to force him to submit to her. She couldn’t do it, and when she did, he got angry at how he felt. Ordering him to … do things to her, didn’t come naturally. She tried. She really did try, but she couldn’t force something like that.
Andy had always been the one in charge for her. He told her what he wanted, and she did what he asked without question. Ordering him around was not what she wanted, and she wasn’t good at it at all. In fact, she was really, really bad at it.
“You’re very quiet over there,” Damon said, pulling her out of her misery.
She felt the tears close to the surface and quickly blinked them away.
“It’s nothing. I’m just staring out of the window.”
Her hands were clasped tightly together in an attempt to keep herself sane. She wanted to blurt out all of her troubles to this man. Over the last year she’d come to know him quite well. He was kind, considerate, and never took any crap from the other men. She cleaned his room regularly and was shocked by how neat he actually was.
“There’s something going on between you and Andy.”
Glancing in his direction, she saw his gaze was on the road in front of him.
“It’s nothing. We’re fine. Everything is fine.” She spoke quickly hoping he’d believe her words.
“You’re lying. Andy always took you to town to go gathering for supplies. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind driving the truck and taking you out, but I have to wonder what’s going on with him.”
She rubbed her sweaty palms down her thighs hoping if she stayed quiet he would take the hint.
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” he asked.
“No, of course not.”
Even with all of his tattoos, muscles, and dominant presence about him, Damon did not scare her. The only thing that scared her at the moment was the prospect of divorce. She loved Andy with all of her heart. Leaving him or being given the boot would kill a part of her inside. No, she couldn’t do it.
Taking several deep breaths, she continued staring out of the window. Damon kept talking, and she tried to block him out. His voice lured her in. Within minutes Damon had her laughing as the town came into view. She climbed out of the truck, giggling at the joke he’d told. They linked arms as they entered the large supermarket. Meredith was pleased to see the shelves were well stocked. The people who lived close to town didn’t need to stock up when the snow hit, but the people in the ranches needed all the help they could get. Shopping with Damon was fun. He took her mind away from the problems with Andy. When she got back home she knew they were still going to be there regardless of having a good time with Damon.
Unlike Andy, Damon got involved adding ingredients to the trolley as they went around. Whenever his arm would brush across hers, she found herself pausing from the small contact. Heat consumed her core, and the pleasure he created soaked her pussy with cream. The only man who’d made her feel such intense desire was her husband.
“You and Andy, you’re good, right? Nothing is wrong?” Damon asked as she leaned into the freezers. She stopped as pain stabbed her heart.
“Yeah, we’re fine.” The words were a lie. Staring into Damon’s eyes, she knew he saw the lie as well.
She couldn’t face lying to him again. Keeping her back to him she finished filling the trolley and headed toward the checkouts where Gavin, Landon, and Heidi were stood. They were a little family together, and she saw each man was holding a child as another two were fighting in the trolley.