That's forty men. This was going to be fun! His goal, and mine, was to not be able to walk by sunrise. The truth was, whether I wanted to admit it or ...ot, locking my husband up also unlocked something in me. I loved dick, and women are supposed to, but having not gotten any in years I got used to going without - as have most women my age that have been married a long time. I don't know if I was trying to make up for lost time or if this who I've always been at my core but I was totally going to. I watched them from the stairs, hidden in the shadows. Beau fondled her breasts and leaned her back against the couch. This wasn’t the type of lovemaking in the movies Victoria and I watched late at night during sleepovers; this was rough and to the point. He yanked her clothes off and then noisily undid his buckle. My heart thumped with confused rage and arousal. I must have made a noise, because he peered back and frowned.“What’s the matter?” the girl asked, writhing impatiently beneath. But it didn't leave altogether. Whatever problems we might have had, I wasn't glad to hear that Dom had suffered the same fate as Brianna. It wasn't surprising. I'd pretty much assumed he had as soon as I heard about Brianna. He wouldn't step aside quietly unless she commanded him too. But I wished it hadn't been necessary. "He didn't even resist," Iva said. "And he knew what was coming. I think he was tired of it all, to be honest." I could almost think she was lying, but it didn't seem like. "Look," he said when he saw the expression on her face. "I grew up in a very tough part of the city. Between the gangs and drugs, there wasn't much opportunity for most kids in my neighborhood. Half of us ditched school because it was more dangerous there, than in the streets. A neighborhood cop, his name was Brian Samuelsson, saw me just roaming around looking for trouble one night and took me to the gym. He put a set of gloves on me and showed me how to stand and throw a jab. It changed my.