As the cold night air bit through his thin t-shirt, he lifted his head and took a long pull of beer, wishing she needed him, then turned toward the room and considered going inside. His eyes fell onto the bed and his mind flashed to spooning Mindi, her bare ass smacked against his naked groin, his hand cupping her bare breast. Damn!
He chugged his beer and tried to forget the image. He’d already taken a cold shower and didn’t want to take another. Besides, Mindi may not need him, but he could give her and Ben a better life. He needed to get her to taste that life and to crave that life.
A bush rustled near the river. He looked toward it and took another pull of beer.
Ben was a good kid. She was doing a great job raising him, but she lived on the brink of exhaustion. He could make her life easier, and he give her the two things she wanted most: more time with Ben and sex.
She wanted sex. She wanted him. He could feel it.
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