Her muscles tightened. “You’ve got the rumors mixed up there Susie. When she felt Kerry’s
palms slide slowly down her back, she knew he was done and ready to leave
her ass. He glanced at the clock, noting the time was
fast approaching eight p.m. “Real men don’t wear shorts,” Jake said, answering for Kerry. She pushed back into his caress and hissed
when he dragged a finger down her ass cheeks and then up the crack. “I bet you’re as slick as syrup right now and just as
sweet and sticky.” He reached out and took her hand, helping her to rise. The hour
was late and it was highly unlikely that either she, Jake, or Kerry would
have to make any emergency deliveries to the area hospitals and nursing
homes. “My boys are just fine, as is my meat.”
“Prove it,” Susie said, her smile widening as Jake’s brows rose.
