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minutes. “Charlie called this morning, too,” Terrie
    finally said softly. “Are you okay?”
    Ella closed her eyes. Of course Charlie had called. Terrie, and Marey and most
    likely Pamela as well. Just what she needed, everyone to know who and what she was
    doing. Her parents would know, too, if they were still alive. Poor Charlie, she couldn’t
    keep anything from their small group of friends, no matter how hard she tried.
    “I’m fine,” she finally whispered. “I just need to talk.”
    “I’ll be right over then.” She could almost hear Terrie’s sharp nod.
    Ella hung up the phone, sighing deeply. Terrie would know James the best. She had
    been married to one of his two brothers, the bastard. Ella, for one, was glad to see his
    final demise. Thomas Wyman had been a stone cold prick.
    As she waited for the other woman to arrive, Ella made sweet iced tea, moved
    about the kitchen preparing glasses and fought to ignore the heat in her rear. The plug
    was driving her crazy. Her panties were damned near drenched from the moist heat of
    her pussy and no matter what she did her nipples wouldn’t soften and just go the hell
    away. The scrape of the light cotton fabric of her sundress over them was about to drive
    her to distraction.
    It wasn’t long before she heard the front door open then close, and Terrie’s voice
    calling out her name from the hall.
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    “I’m in the kitchen.” For as long as Ella could remember, the kitchen was the
    favored spot for her and her friends to talk, to argue, to visit. Either over coffee or sweet
    tea, it was there they seemed to find the most comfort.
    She set the glasses of ice and the pitcher of tea on the table as Terrie swept into the
    room. She stopped inside the doorway, looking around curiously. “Is the boy toy in
    residence today?”
    Ella winced at the question, though it could have been the tight, erotic tugging of
    the plug in her rear as she sat down, she thought.
    “James went somewhere,” she sighed. “He didn’t say where.”
    “He’s meeting Jesse for lunch.” Terrie shrugged as she sat down across from her.
    “Jesse was supposed to come over to the house and fix the faucet for me but James had
    some kind of emergency.”
    Ella watched her friend suspiciously. “Are you sleeping with him?”
    “James?” Terrie’s eyes widened in surprise.
    “No, not James,” she bit out. “Jesse. I know you’re not sleeping with James, you
    would have killed him by now.”
    Terrie poured the glasses of tea and slid one closer to Ella. “Jesse isn’t like James,
    Ella.”
    Ella lifted her brows at that surprising statement. “Have you lost your mind,
    Terrie?” she asked her carefully. “I caught him with Cole and Tessa. You are aware of
    this, right?”
    “Well, Ella, you were so drunk that night when you called us over that you couldn’t
    keep it to yourself,” Terrie sighed regretfully. “I am aware that he likes to play. But he’s
    not all dominant and fierce like Cole and James are. Jesse’s softer.”
    Ella snorted. Terrie hadn’t seen Jesse, her beloved brother-in-law, that day as he lay
    beneath Tess, obviously spurting his release inside her. The man was just as dominant
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    as his brother. He just hid it from Terrie. The reasons he would do so worried Ella.
    Terrie didn’t need more heartbreak, or more pain.
    “I’m not here to talk about Jesse anyway,” Terrie reminded her. “We’re here to talk
    about you and James.”
    Ella was smart enough to recognize the same denial tactics she had used herself
    with James. She sighed wearily. Maybe Terrie was the wrong friend to call.

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    Maybe Jesse was the wrong brother to call. Unfortunately, James thought, he was
    his only brother. Even when Thomas had been alive, Jesse was still the only brother he
    had to talk to. The only other person he trusted.
    “I love her, Jesse. What if she won’t accept it?” James couldn’t get the