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ScarWe find the girls on the back porch drinking champagne. Rita seems at ease, smiling, her hair pulled back. Molly's in a big flowery dress with a hat shoved down over her unruly curls. "You're lucky Orin invited you out here," she says once we're sitting. "He's always such an uptight bastard in the city.""Hey now, easy there," Orin says, but he's grinning affectionately. He kisses his wife on the cheek. "You're right though, as always. Minus the bastard part, you old cougar."The idea that Orin Callahan would let his wife joke about him like that would've been absurd a day ago. But I'm starting to get a sense of how he lives his life. There's the crime lord Orin and the beach going Orin, and those men are very different people."He's more relaxed out here," Molly says, patting her husband on the knee. "I'm always encouraging him to spend more time at the beach house, but he always says his business is in Boston, and that's where he should be.""What's a man without work?" Orin as
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ScarFucking obscene.That was the correct word for Rita in that bikini.It shouldn't get to me like this. It's a bathing suit—women wear them all the time. I've seen thousands of good-looking girls in tiny bikinis in my life, but I've never stared at them like I keep staring at Rita.I can't tear my eyes away.She's a goddamn miracle. Long legs, toned stomach, breasts like heaven, ass like a symphony.I want to shove her bathing suit bottoms aside, slide my fingers between her legs, and taste her moans on my tongue.Instead, I sit on a chair next to Orin while Rita chats with Molly, the two women lounging on towels in the sun."This is the life, my boy," Orin says, grinning. His sons are in the ocean, boogie-boarding. "This is why we do what we do.""Can I ask you something?" I struggle to look at the old gangster instead of at my wife—my fake wife."Please do." He tilts his head back, smiling, sunglasses over his eyes."Does this make the risk worth it?"He lets out a soft grunt, li
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Scar"It's okay," Rita says, apparently oblivious to what's going on. "I kind of want to see if I can catch a wave.""Stay here," I say, gesturing her away. "You ready, big guy?""After you."I march past him down to the waves. Rita stays behind, and when I glance back, she's scowling death at me. I deserve that."Don't mind my brother," Nolan says, shoving a boogie board into my arms. "He's just a prick.""I noticed," I say as Carson approaches."Let's see who can get the biggest one, shall we?" he asks, splashing some water into his hair. "Winner gets to ride Rita. Sorry, I meant, ride with Rita. Don't worry, Scar, I know she's spoken for.""And don't forget it," I say before paddling out to the waves.The water's fucking freezing. My balls turn to ice the moment I'm out toward the break. Carson joins me, sitting up with a smirk."Your wife's very pretty," he calls out. "How'd you bag that one?""Luck and charm," I say. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were getting a litt
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RitaChanged? Changed? "I'm sorry, didn't we already establish that you don't get to pick and choose what I wear?"He drags me through the sand back to the path that winds up the bluff toward the house. My flip-flops slap at my feet. Water drips from his hair, drying on his perfectly muscular chest. Around us, tall dune grass bends in the breeze. He has a very attractive, very nice-looking chest, I'll admit that, but god, I'm pissed at him.Don't get distracted. Focus."They were staring at you," he says through his teeth. "That fucker Carson and his little twat brother, Nolan.""Yeah, so what? Aren't you proud to have a hot wife?""I am proud to have—wait, god damn it, don't twist this.""You should be happy I look good." I pull away from him once we're out of sight of the others. Angry as I am, I'm aware that I have a role to play. "And I don't need some macho controlling bullshit, Scar. Seriously, this is stressful enough as it is."He hesitates for a moment. My heart's racing as I
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RitaI melt into his kiss. Finally. His kiss, this kiss, it's what I've been needing since the moment we pulled up to this house.I've been a mess of nerves. I'm so afraid I'm going to say something stupid. Something that'll ruin the whole game. Something that'll embarrass him.So, when he told me to get changed, it triggered all that anxiety.It was like, god, I don't even have to talk and I'm still somehow a pathetic dork.Except it's not like that.He wants me.I can see it in his eyes. Taste it in his kiss. He wants me as bad as I want him, maybe even more. His hands move down to cup my breasts. I whimper as his tongue rolls against mine. He pushes my bikini aside, teasing my nipple. I groan, flashes of pleasure bursting into my skin.He needs me like I need him.And he knows how wrong it is. He knows this is fucked up. This is stupid. If we keep going, we're going to make a mistake we can't turn back from.We agreed on no sex. So why am I letting him do this?Why am I moaning as
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Rita's taste lingers on my tongue for hours after licking her to orgasm in the outdoor shower.Fortunately, Carson and Nolan both return to the city after the beach. They linger for a drink, tell some stories about their various exploits, then head out. "No hard feelings about earlier," Carson says, shaking my hand. "Just testing the new lawyer, that's all.""None at all," I say, giving him a smile, while inwardly thinking about stabbing him in the throat. "You're just trying to vet me. Totally understand. For men in your line of work, your lawyer is very important.""Exactly." He laughs and heads out. Nolan gives me an apologetic smile and follows.I almost want to thank him for turning me into a jealous prick.Otherwise, I never would've gotten a taste of Rita.Instead, I put them out of mind. Rita's hanging on my arm as I sip good whiskey out on the balcony with Orin and Molly. "You know, Scar, all this talk about family, it isn't bullshit." Orin watches me over his drink, eyes nar
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Rita"Dinner was good," I say, climbing into bed. I pull the sheets over me as Scar stands nearby in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, looking like he's on set for an underwear modeling job."You get along well with Molly," he says, watching me, eyes roaming over to the empty side of the bed. "Did you really mean what you asked about kids?""Absolutely," I say, feeling sleepy and barely resisting it. Lying out in the sun all afternoon took a lot out of me. "I think I got a sunburn on my arm."He moves closer, still looking at me. His face is tense, almost anxious, but I don't know why. "Orin said something to me while we were outside. He wants me to move to Boston."I roll over to frown at him. "Really? That's a lot to ask.""He's not a normal client. Anyone else and I'd tell them to fuck off. But Orin Callahan?" He shakes his head, clearly torn. "This is my chance, Rita."I sit up on an elbow. I like the way his eyes drift down my arm, to my shoulder, to my chest, back up to my lip
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RitaI stretch out in the sun, my skin doused in sunscreen. Orin's in the ocean, swimming with Molly. The pair of them are laughing as they bob and duck waves, splashing each other like children. I find it hard to imagine they're actually hardened gangsters like Scar claims.There's something so innocent about their relationship. Even when Molly's teasing him and Orin's acting all grumpy, they clearly love each other. They've been married for so long, but they're still happy. Can people really keep love going like that?I always imagined my parents started swinging out of desperation. They're unhappy in their marriage, but unwilling to end it. I can't picture getting divorced after being with someone for twenty, thirty, forty years. The idea of waking up one day far from now, far in the future, miserable, ready to walk away from the only world I've ever known, it scares the hell out of me. How can I know I'll still be in love at sixty?But it's possible. Molly and Orin are doing it, o
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