Midlife Menage by Stacey Espino

Author:Stacey Espino
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Book/Menage
Publisher: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
Published: 2012-03-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Wendy had been avoiding him when he finally felt a closeness between them. He thought things would move to the next step, and he’d even given serious thought to the future. If need be he’d leave the rodeo, settle down and farm like a family man. Anything to make Wendy happy. Jackson knew he couldn’t keep up his lifestyle forever unless he wanted to meet an early grave. The rodeo was for young men with a death wish, not men who wanted forever with one special woman.

He came home late one evening, expecting to head straight to bed, but was greeted with hollering as soon as he neared the house. Jackson opened the door, the soft light from the kitchen illuminating the hallway. He slipped off his vest and hung it on the coat tree.

“Do you think I want this for you? All the sacrifices I’ve made and you treat your life with such disregard?” Wendy was shouting loud enough to ring in his ears. She was usually a quiet, thoughtful woman, not easy to rile.

“I love him!” screamed Kylie.

“You don’t! You’re obsessed, lookin’ for love where you have no right. If your father were here he’d never—”

“Well he ain’t here. He never will be here either!”

He heard a smack and then Wendy rushed out into the hall, colliding with him before he reached the kitchen. She looked up at him briefly, but continued to storm off to her room and slam the door shut. Jackson would have to find out what was going on, but he figured she’d benefit with a few minutes on her own first.

He entered the kitchen. Kylie was hunched over the wooden table, crying into her folded arms. Her back convulsed in deep waves. It was usually Christine at home most evenings, not Kylie. But he’d still gotten to know her since moving in.

“You all right?”

She shook her head, not looking up.

“Come on now. I’m not your mother. You can talk to me, and it may just make you feel better.”

Kylie said nothing, but lifted her head to look at him. Her right eye was purple and swollen shut, obviously from being hit by a man. “Who the fuck did that to you? Was it that clown Jason?”

“He didn’t mean it,” she said.

“The fuck he didn’t.” He grabbed a wooden chair and twisted it around, straddling it so he could face her. “Darlin’, real men don’t hit women. Cowboys know better if they were raised proper. He should never have put his filthy hands on you.”

“It was my fault. I wanted him to take me to a party, but he wanted to go out with his friends.”

He clenched his jaw, trying to hold on to his temper when it was threatening to take over. While he had a daddy, he was taught how to respect a woman. His mother was always kindhearted and loving to him, and Jackson could never tolerate other men abusing any woman. “Where’s he at?”

“Why?”

“You best tell me, girl. One phone call and I can find out anyway.

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