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Holy f**k.
When I first saw the woman on the porch, I wondered if the beauty was one of the newlyweds going with Micah. I was surprised her husband let her get dressed. If she were my wife, I’d never let her wear clothes. Hell, I’d never let her out of bed.
And on a day trip into the backcountry? Yeah, her man didn’t deserve her if he didn’t f**k her over a boulder. I pitied my friend. It would be torture to know that gorgeous body was being f****d…by someone else.
As I tied off the leads on the porch rail, my eyes were glued to her, taking in every inch of her body; from the dark hair, pulled back in a long tail that fell over one shoulder to the hot pink tips of her bare toes and every lush inch in between.
With the sky a bright robin’s egg blue and not a cloud in the sky, I
