Free Rough Play by Keri Ford Page A

scrubbed. While rinsing the shampoo, he glanced out the frosted glass door but it was a tad too frosted for detail. There was only a tan shadow against a white tub.
    He twisted the knobs off and opened the shower to find her lounging on her belly in the water. Feet swung in the air, ankles were crossed. The water filled the tub up to her shoulders and covered the rounded cheeks of her ass. Steam rose around her, her face was flushed pink. Skin damp and glowing.
    “Are you going to make room for me?”
    She pushed up. Water drizzled off her, dripped from her tits and the ends of her hair that was put up on top of her head. That was going to have to be fixed.
    She grinned up at him. “Gretchen needs to buy non-frosted glass. I had a hell of time trying to check you out in the shower.”
    He chuckled and slipped in the hot water with a hiss breaking up his throat. “Same here. You’re friends with her. You should bring that up over the next pie meeting.”
    “Pie meeting?” She turned and settled against his chest. Her fingers drew lines and shapes on his thighs. Each stroking touch raced through his veins and flooded into his cock.
    “The other night, in the diner.” While he had the chance, he removed the clip in her hair and the weight of it fell in his hands. Long and thick and tangled as it caught between his fingers. He relaxed and combed his fingers through slowly, picking out knots as he found them. “The three of you attacked that pie like lions on a zebra.”
    She laughed. “That was nothing. I remember when it started.” She clicked her tongue in her mouth. “Sometime after Gretchen’s first husband died.”
    He started. “Gretchen’s a widow?”
    She nodded and rolled to her belly, putting her stomach flat against his hard cock and settled in, drew circles on his chest. “Yeah. She was a newlywed not long after I moved here. It wasn’t very much longer and he was killed in a shooting.”
    “I didn’t know.”
    “It’s been a few years ago and most people don’t talk about it.” She turned her head, laying her ear to his chest. “It was really sad.”
    “That’s rough.” He wasn’t sure what this was all about with her relaxing and just laying around, but he liked it and wrapped his arms around her back. Liked that too. The laziness. The need to do absolutely nothing but relax as she caressed his sides.
    Her hand stilled for a moment as she pulled in a deep breath, let it out slowly then wrapped her arms around his waist.
    “Tonya was tied up with trying to be there for Gretchen. I took over a lot at the diner. It was late. I was taking the day’s money to Tonya when I walked in. Gretchen had flung herself head first into baking. Tonya was trying to reason with her to stop, but Gretchen wasn’t hearing any of it.” Flora swallowed. “Gretchen was just sobbing. There was food everywhere. She was covered in flour and bits of food. Looked like a Thanksgiving feast for thirty people right there in the middle of May. Pies were stuffed in every available spot.”
    He caressed her shoulder, pulled away a web of wet hair from her skin. “What did you do?”
    She softly laughed. “The whole situation was out of control. I grabbed a pie. Took a spoon out of something. Some sort of soup, I don’t know. I just licked it clean and started eating this cherry pie with a huge serving spoon. I told them, ‘Thank God, Gretchen. It’s been so busy at the diner today and I am starved.’ They stared at me with blank looks for a few minutes then each grabbed a fork and a pie and started in too.” She shrugged. “The rest is history.”
    “I didn’t know you weren’t from here.”
    Her toe moved up and down his calf. He had to admit, he liked that too. She lifted her head up, propping her chin on his chest. “Nope.”
    “When did you move to Apple Trail?”
    “Long time ago.”
    He nodded, noting her evasive tone, but pushed anyway. “Do you have family here?”
    “Nope.” Her gaze moved away