by Tara Rose
They led her back to the bed and covered her with urgent kisses. Bo barely got his condom on before he sank his cock into her pussy, fucking her with wild abandon. It didn’t take him long to come, and then before Miranda had time to catch her breath, Davis had her on her stomach and slipped his dick into her pussy from behind. She moaned continuously as he thrust rough and hard, and when he came his cries joined hers.
She rolled onto her side once he withdrew, and curled up in their arms as she had last night. The hell with the trial today, and the hell with Mark and Rhea. They couldn’t hurt her anymore, and they couldn’t do anything to hurt Davis or Bo. Once the ADA realized they’d lied in court, they’d find themselves in more trouble than they’d bargained for.
But none of that mattered. She was here, with the two men she loved, and here is where they would stay for the rest of their lives.
Chapter Seventeen
When the three woke, it was just after noon. They got dressed and made a light lunch of chicken salad sandwiches and coleslaw, then went into the living room to watch a movie. Miranda made popcorn, but Davis and Bo got into an argument about the movie’s plot and ended up tossing more popcorn at each other than eating it. She was laughing so hard at them that she had to excuse herself to the bathroom.
They watched another movie and this time no one argued about it, and then they decided to go outdoors since it was such a beautiful day. Miranda’s back yard bordered a farm so she had no neighbors behind her that could see into her yard. On both sides, she had so many bushes and trees planted, that when they were in full bloom as they were now, it was difficult to see into her yard. But none of them were worried whether they’d be spotted. It was so peaceful and relaxing, and all three said they wished they had a month off to spend like this.
“Maybe we should all take vacation time?” asked Davis. “I have a ton of it built up.”
“I have so much built up that I keep losing some each year,” said Miranda.
“But I’ve already been off for a month,” said Bo.
She and Davis laughed. “Yeah, but you haven’t really been on vacation,” said Davis.
“How about in the fall?” asked Bo. “Things slow down then and don’t get busy again until the first cold spell when everyone suddenly needs their furnace checked.”
“I can do that,” said Davis.
“Me, too,” said Miranda. “Where should we go?”
Davis gave her a grin that made her pussy wet all over again. “I was thinking more along the lines of a staycation.” He winked, and she bit back a moan.
“For an entire month?”
“Why not?” said Bo. “Are you afraid you can’t handle us for an entire month?”
She gave him a sexy smile. “Maybe you’re the ones who are afraid you can’t handle me for that long?”
Bo pushed her down on the grass and covered her body with his, kissing her until she could hardly breathe. “Who was the one begging us not to fuck her last night in the shower?”
“That’s right,” said Davis, lying beside them. “She did.”
“I seem to remember begging you to fuck me this morning.”
Bo kissed her again. “That you did, my lady. And you were very accommodating.”
Davis brushed a hand along her breast. “Very accommodating. In fact, I’d be willing to bet she’s very accommodating now, out here in the tall grass.”
“It’s not that tall.”
“Tall enough that it needs mowing.”
“I’ll get right on that.”
“No you won’t.” Bo kissed her neck, sending shivers up and down her spine and forcing more moans from her throat.
Davis continued to tease her breast, slipping his hand underneath her top now. “Ever have sex in your backyard?”
She giggled. “No. And if Mr. Riddle next door sees us doing it he’ll have a heart attack.”
“Then he’d better stop watching right about now.”
They took turns kissing her until she was breathless, and then they pulled down her shorts and panties. She was a bit nervous about this, but they were so damn sexy she wanted them all over again.
Davis sprinted back inside and returned with a fresh box of condoms. The men didn’t undress. They merely took their dicks out of their shorts and fucked her, right there on the grass in her backyard, face down and from behind. She pulled out fistfuls of the luscious green stuff as she came twice. How her body could continue to respond like this was a mystery, but she wasn’t going to keep questioning it. She was going to enjoy this, even if she walked bow-legged for the rest of the week.
By the time they went inside again, they needed another shower because of the grass stains on their arms and legs. Miranda also tossed their clothes in the wash, hoping the grass stains came out, but not really caring if they didn’t on her own things. She’d keep them and hang them up in her bedroom. That way she could have tangible reminders of this passionate, perfect day.
They made supper together, and then the text messages started coming in after the trial ended for the day. The prosecution had called all their witnesses, including several of the police who had been on duty that night, the EMS workers, and hospital personnel.
All of them gave the same story as had been told to them by Bobby James, and of course it directly conflicted with what Jimmie had remembered. But it did set up the fact that they’d also been called to the Harrell home, and that Patty Harrell had been beaten up and raped by her husband.
Listening to Bo and Davis read the messages, Miranda felt that the ADA knew exactly what he was doing. He had built a solid case that cast serious light on the story Bobby had told the police that night. Now anyone whose words backed up Bobby’s bullshit story would also be called into serious question.
The defense had asked to begin their case the next day since it was so late, and the judge had agreed. Miranda said she could see why he wanted to wait. They needed time to figure out how to do damage control.
“Well, now it’s in the jury’s hands,” said Bo. “Because what can Dickhead possibly say? He’s not allowed to call any witnesses from town. The only thing he has left now are Mark’s lies.”
Davis nodded. “Which will now directly conflict with what the police and EMS said.”
“Do you really think he’ll get up there and lie in court?” asked Miranda. “I mean really? Surely, even he knows that he’ll be caught.”
“Only if Cletus shows up,” said Davis, quietly. “He’s the missing piece here. It’s Jimmie’s word against Mark’s, because Dickhead will claim that Noah, Savannah, and everyone else are simply backing up Jimmie either to protect him, or to band together against Mark. And as far as the police and EMS, the defense will simply put Bobby on the stand and he’ll say he was confused and distraught over grief. He’s planting doubt. It’s not about whether Mark is right or Jimmie is.”
“I wish we could go,” said Bo.
“I don’t,” said Miranda. “I’m afraid I couldn’t sit there and keep my mouth shut.”
“I’m surprised they didn’t subpoena both of you anyway,” said Davis.
“No cause to,” said Bo. “We would only paint Mark in a bad light.”
Davis nodded. “I wonder how long he and Rhea will stay in town?”
“Who cares?” asked Miranda.
Bo gave her guarded look that sent a nasty shiver down her spine. “I care.”
“Why?”
He reached over and took her hands. “Sweetheart, I love you. But I was thinking earlier that the only way you and I both are going to be able to put this behind us…really leave it in the dust where it belongs, is to confront them. We never had our say.”
She didn’t say anything, but she knew he was right.
“I think we should seek them out and do this. I don’t want to live under their shadow any longer and I realized today that we both are still doing that. We are still letting them control our emotions and our reactions.”
Miranda let out a lo
ud exhale, and then she glanced toward Davis. She didn’t have to ask, and he didn’t have to say anything. He felt the same way. She saw it in his eyes. And, if she were being honest, she knew that Bo was right. He’d spoken the truth. The only way to be truly happy in this relationship with both men was to exorcise the ghosts of Mark and Rhea.
“All right. But I need you both there when I do it.”
“Agreed,” said Bo.
“You will always have use both,” said Davis, kissing her tenderly. “For the rest of your life.”
* * * *
Wednesday morning, Miranda and Davis drove to work together. Bo had gone into town to speak with his father and uncle about what Travis had told them. He wanted the reassurance of his family that Rhea and Mark could do no harm to their business, or to Bo’s reputation. He’d promised to call Miranda and Davis with any new developments.
Davis found it difficult to concentrate all morning. He was edgy and snapped at several people, including Lakesha. When he tried to apologize, she patted his arm. “Don’t worry, Doc. We all know this is hard for you three.” It was no secret he and Bo were both seeing Miranda, but until Lakesha’s kind words and sympathetic look, he hadn’t realized the ER personnel would be on his side.
He should have known better. Vivian and Preston had faced their own issues a few months ago inside these walls, and their coworkers had rallied around them to back them up. This was a special place, and he’d been here long enough to have known that.
“Thanks,” he said, unsure what else to say. There were people all around them.
Lakesha leaned closer. “Listen. Only a few people here are siding with Mark and Rhea, and we don’t pay them no mind. The rest of us know what they did to Miranda and Bo, and we think it’s horrible.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate that.”
“And besides.” She grinned. “We have a pool going on whether Bobby James will be convicted, even if Mark puts his hand on the good book and swears he was there that night. I’ve got fifty bucks that says he’ll be sent to jail for a long time.”
Davis laughed. “Are you serious?”
“You bet. I need me some new hair extensions and they cost money.”
“Lakesha, I hope you get your new hair extensions.”
“Oh, I will. That man is bad news. And he’s lying. I know he is.”
“Which man? Bobby or Mark.”
“Both.”
He glanced around, then leaned over the desk and lowered his voice. “So tell me the truth. Who thinks he’ll be acquitted?”
“Not just acquitted. We also have bets on for lesser charges. But I don’t believe for a moment that the good people of this county are that stupid.” She glanced sideways, and then named names of the people who had bet against a conviction. Davis wasn’t surprised by any of them.
“Thanks for the gossip, Lakesha. I needed that.”
“Ain’t gossip, Doc. It’s all true.” She laughed. “So you want in on the pool?”
“I’ll think about it and let you know.”
“Well, let me know by tomorrow. The trial ain’t expected to last past the end of the week.”
Davis sure hoped it didn’t. The strain was starting to show for both Bo and Miranda, and he wasn’t sure how else to help them. He’d do anything for them, but this was out of his hands. Right now, it was enough to know that most of his coworkers backed up the three of them. Davis felt better the rest of the day after hearing that from Lakesha.
Chapter Eighteen
Bo had always gotten along with his family. Even when he and Rhea had been married and he’d split his church attendance between the two in town, since her family had been attending First Baptist forever, his parents had never given him grief over that. He was being supportive of his wife, and he was in a church most Sunday mornings, so they’d been happy.
After his divorce, his family still supported him, and his father had spoken with each of the elders privately and basically told them to back off. Bo had done nothing wrong, and neither of his parents had expected him to stay married to a woman who had made it clear in no uncertain terms she didn’t want to be with Bo any longer.
After he’d showed his father and uncle the text messages, Bo asked them what they wanted to do.
His father leaned back in his chair and hooked his thumbs in his belt. The gesture was a familiar one, and brought back memories from Bo’s childhood. “Well as far as business in this state, I wouldn’t worry. Our customers aren’t going to give a hoot about some local trial that has turned into a sideshow.”
“It’s made the Nashville newcasts,” said his uncle Milner.
Travis’s father worried over everything, but Bo’s father, the older of the two brothers, was as cool-headed and logical as ever. “If those two start contacting our customers, they’ll be on the phone to me laughing about it. We ain’t got nothing to worry about.”
Kenny Sawyer eyed his son. “And as for the town council, you let us worry about them. Most of them grew up with me and Milner, and went fishing with us over to Christiana. I’ll wave the United States Constitution in their faces so fast, they’ll feel the wind from it in what little hair they have left if they start down that road. No town council has the right to pass an ordinance that interferes with a citizen’s basic rights to privacy.”
Bo smiled. “That’s pretty much what I told Davis and Miranda. I just wanted to hear it from you two.”
Kenny lowered his gaze and picked at a dried spot of mustard on his desk. “Son, what’s going on there?”
The hair on the back of Bo’s neck prickled. “What do you mean?”
“I mean what’s going on there?”
It wasn’t like his father not to make eye contact. Bo glanced toward his uncle who looked like he wanted to bolt from the room. “Elaborate, please.”
Now his father looked up. “Elaborate? Well, all right. You know I ain’t never told you what to do in the privacy of your own home and I sure won’t start now. But I need to know this. Are you having relations of a sexual nature with a man, son?”
“What?” Bo had to bite back a laugh. “No! No. Davis and I don’t have sex with each other. We have sex with Miranda.”
“But you’re both there at the same time, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, son, I might not have ever had such an experience, but even I can guess that bodies will touch, even if by accident.”
Bo cleared his throat. “True. But nothing on purpose. And we aren’t aroused by each other, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“That’s fine. Just wonderin’ was all. Do you love her?”
He let out the breath he’d been holding. This subject he could talk on all day. “Yes. With all of my heart. And so does Davis.”
His father nodded several times. “You loved Rhea, too.”
“I barely knew Rhea. We were too young. Miranda was hurt by them, too. This won’t end that way. I feel it in my heart, Dad. This is the real deal.”
“All right, then. When can you come back to work? We sure do miss you.”
Bo smiled. Now that the extreme awkwardness was over, he and his father and uncle talked about the business, and then Bo left to call Davis and Miranda to relay the conversation. When he got back to Miranda’s house later that afternoon, Travis called to tell him he’d gone to the court house again and the trial was over. “I want to tell all of you in person what happened. Can I come over?”
“Sure. Miranda and Davis will be here about four.”
Bo could hardly sit still until they all arrived. They went out on the deck where Miranda gave them each a glass of sweet tea, and then Travis spoke. “When Mark took the stand, he swore that he was at the James’s house that night and saw Cletus push Loretta, not Jeremy. And then he said that Bobby was so upset he was babbling, and Mark could hardly understand him, but at no time did Bobby conspire to lie to the police. The defense attorney pushed him to say Jimmie was upset, too, but by then everyone could tell Mark
was tripping over his words and mixing things up. He was sweating so much the clerk ran out to get a washcloth for his face.”
“Sure,” said Miranda. “Every lie you tell requires ten more to keep the story straight.”
They all nodded, and then Travis continued. “So the ADA gets to him for cross examination, and he had Mark so flustered that he stood straight up in that witness box and said, ‘I can’t do this. I can’t lie no more.’”
“Holy shit,” said Miranda.
“I swear to you all that’s exactly what happened. The judge is bangin’ on his gavel as people are talking really loud, and then finally they quiet down and he asks Mark what the real truth is, and reminds him he’s under oath. And Mark says that he was never there that night and has no idea what happened.”
“Wow,” said Davis. “Just wow.”
“He’s a spineless pig,” said Miranda. “I’m not surprised he caved.”
“So then what happened?” asked Bo.
“Rhea starts crying for real, and yellin’ at him right there in court about what a stupid jerk he is and how he ruined everything. She runs out and Mark starts to go after her, but the judge tells him to sit down. Then the ADA says stuff about having Mark’s testimony stricken from the record, and the judge agrees. The defense attorney says he has nothing else, and Bobby looks crestfallen. He knows he’s a goner.”
“How long did the jury deliberate?” asked Davis.
“Ten minutes.”
Miranda snorted.
“They found him guilty.”
“No shit,” said Bo. “Bobby’s attorney will be lucky if he’s not disbarred.”
“So what happened to Mark and Rhea?”
“Nothing. I heard the ADA tell Jimmie that his boss isn’t interested in going after them. He said something about them getting their fair share of karma and justice in front of the town, and that was punishment enough.”
