How dare my brother talk all pissy like this to me?

“I was going to tell you about it, I just never got the chance and you know it.”

“Shit, sis. I’m sorry. Just, from now on if you suspect anything at all, please find a way to let me know. Okay?”

“Okay,” I cry.

“Now look, there is so much that I have to tell you. Somehow we have to sneak off tonight. That was why when Trent answered the phone last night I said I was calling to have you two over for dinner. Dad really was planning on coming over, anyway.”

“That’s another thing. It’s going to be very hard to convince dad that I am doing fine. You know he can smell a lie a mile away.”

My heart breaks even more thinking about how my dad is going to feel when he finds out the truth.

“We’ll figure something out together.”

I hear the shower turn off and move to the fridge to get everything out to make a sandwich.

“Zack, I have to go. He’s coming.”

“Be safe, and get over here as soon as you can. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

Hanging up the phone and deleting the last call, I set it back on the counter and make a turkey and cheese on rye sandwich. Turner hates rye bread so let’s see if dear ole Trent hates it too.

I grab a handful of chips that I pull out of the pantry and set it on the table along with the half of a sandwich I made for myself.

“Thanks.” Trent sits down at the table next to me a few minutes later and takes a giant bite of his sandwich.

“This is so good. I had no idea how hungry I actually was until I stood underneath the shower.”

He takes another bite and finishes it off before I even have two bites gone from mine.

“Glad you liked it,” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

He may have done his homework, but he sure as hell didn’t do it right. You fucking failed, asshole. He doesn’t even seem to notice as he gets up from the table and places his dishes in the sink.

“You were out cold last night,” he says, wrapping his arms around my neck from behind and kissing the side of my temple.

“I know. It must have been all that wine.”

He releases his hold and I continue to stare forward, feeling as if I am barely breathing at this point as he stands behind me. Tilting my neck back so I can see him, he looks down at me with eyes so potent and full of lust and want.

“Turn around, babe,” he commands, his voice low and gravelly.

What is he going to do? He couldn’t have heard me on the phone. No. He wants something, I can tell by the look in his eyes. Oh my God. He’s on a sexual mission to destroy me and here I am incapable of doing anything to stop him.

I keep repeating over and over in my head that I am doing this out of love for my husband, and I am. But when Trent looks at me like that . . . how can I truly be doing this out of love for one man when I allow another to bring me pleasure?

He must think I am taking too long, because he bends down and lifts the chair on his own. Before I know it, I am facing him and staring directly at the thick, hard bulge right in front of my face. Kneeling before me so his face is even with mine, he guides himself between my legs. I have no choice but to spread them, making room for his large frame.

“You are so flawless. I could look at you all day, Clove.”

When I look into his eyes, something tells me that he truly believes what he is saying as he takes in my face and moves his gaze down my neck.

“I need to taste you so bad right now, Clove. I’m fucking craving that sweet pussy right now.”

He’s on his knees now as he positions himself exactly the way he wants and runs his hands up and down my legs, pushing my dress higher and higher as he goes until it’s bunched up and my white lace thong is showing. Until now, he hasn’t taken his eyes off my face this entire time, but when he sees what he says he is craving, his tongue darts out and he licks his lips as he puts his hands under my ass and pulls me forward in the chair.

My hands instantly go to the wooden arms of the chair to support myself.

“Hang on tight, babe. I am not messing around right now. I am going to fuck this pussy with my fingers and my mouth and just when you think you have had enough, I am going to dive right back in for more.” He rips my thong off and drops it to the floor. “As far as I am concerned, this is the most important meal of my fucking day.”

Lowering his head to within an inch of my core, he takes a deep breath and blows softly, sending a thrill of excitement through my nerves that starts there and shoots all the way to my brain. Everything goes blurry and numb. When he takes his first long, slow lick, I squirm in the chair. With his hands tightening even more on my ass, he grins satisfactorily and nips at my clit with his teeth. He keeps it up until I lay my head back and clench the sides of the chair tightly.

I can’t get the image of what this man is doing to me out of my head and escape my shame. And no matter how hard I try to not give him the satisfaction of knowing his talented mouth is bringing me pleasure, I can’t.

It’s building and building and then I scream and curse and twitch and I hardly even recognize my own name when he calls it out as I climax all over his face. But I don’t allow myself to look at him when his mouth leaves my pussy. I keep my head titled back and my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.

“You’re so fucking hot sitting there completely vulnerable and so damn sexy. I love you, Clove.” He chuckles and leans over me so I have to open my eyes.

“I love you too, Turner,” I say in a stupefied voice.

He stares at me for a very long time before he stands up straight. I follow him with my gaze.

“I have a little business to take care of in the office before we go,” he says as he turns and walks away from me.

“Anything I can help with?”

“No, I got it. It should only take a few hours and then we can head over to your brother’s house. Holler at me if you need me,” he calls out as he heads down the hall and shuts the door to my husband’s office.

He thinks I have no damn clue what the hell is going on. I hope he’s so fucking hard his balls fall off. He’s infuriating as hell. He eats me out like he has to have it and then turns around and goes into Turner’s office to do God knows what. As for me, I am no better than he is as I sit here and look at myself. I hate myself and I hate whatever the fuck is going on here.

I finally stand up and walk into the half bathroom off of the kitchen and clean myself up. Then I head down to the laundry room and get a clean pair of panties out of the dryer to put on. Without even giving it a second thought, I snatch my phone and keys off of the counter and get in my car. I’m all set to leave, that is, until I look behind me and see my mother-in-law pulling in the driveway.

Chapter Ten

“Melody. What in the hell are you doing here?”

Bitterness and betrayal drip from my voice and I can tell she senses it by the way she takes a step back.

“I- I don’t know, Clove.”

Her eyes dart around, looking everywhere except at me.

“You don’t know? For Christ’s sake, Melody. Do you have any idea whatsoever what is happening here? Did Zack not explain everything to you? If Trent sees you out here we may never find Turner. You need to leave now,” I hiss, pointing to her car and indicating for her to get back in and go.

“I’m his mother, too. Maybe, just maybe, I can talk some sense into him; find out where Turner is. Please, I just need to see him. I have lived with this nightmare for twenty-six years not knowing where my son is. I’m his mother.”

Is she shitting me right now? I stick my face inches from hers.

“Listen here, Melody. I know you’re his mother and you’re also my husband’s mother, but that man in there is a damn stranger to all of us. If you care about Turner at all, you will get back in your damn car and leave until you either hear back from Zack or me. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, but you know what? I really don’t give two flying fucks, because as far as I am concerned everything that is happening here is your fault!”