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JONAH
“Why are we going to Bridgewater and not your sister’s?” Tennessee asked James as we rode toward Kane’s and Ian’s house.
We’d intended to visit the group at the ranch over the noon meal, but our middle-of-the-night claiming had delayed us. After she’d uttered the sweetest words, f**k me, Jonah, I’d done just that, sinking into her just opened p***y and losing myself.
Tennessee was my wife. My wife, not James’. Mine. I’d been caught with my pants down. Literally. It was an echo of twenty years ago, married because of an indiscretion. This time, though, I’d been guilty. This time, I wanted to pay the price. I got hard for her. Wanted to f**k her and fill her. Keep her. But James was to be the one to make her legally his. That had been his desire all along. The plan. I was to be t
