The Rutherford Series의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Faith put the baked ziti on the table as Selby walked in and dropped his briefcase on the chair by the front door. "Something smells great," he said as he passed through the house on his way to the dining room. Their house was a single-story structure overlooking the beach in Indialantic. The front door faced A1A with a garage on the north side. When you entered the front door, to your left was what they called the television room with two sofas and a massive entertainment center housing a 56-inch flat screen. To the right was the sitting room with a solid granite wall encircling a fireplace. Directly in front of the door was another doorway leading to the kitchen. As soon as you passed through that, to your right was the master bedroom. The kitchen was a large affair with a huge walk-in pantry and an island in the middle. The dining room was to the left of the island with a hall leading to a couple of small bedrooms, Selby's office, and the guest bathroom. Behind the kitchen were the

Sometime in the night, Faith woke, and they stumbled to their bed, stripped down, and slept again. At five-thirty, the alarm went off and their weekend adventure began. It was in the beginning of their marriage they began to take spontaneous trips, much to her parents'—more her mother's—grumbling. Weekend trips were fine as long as you were still in your pew come Sunday morning. The difference between going to Heaven or Hell was how many times you skipped church. Valerie Driscoll blamed Selby for Faith's downward spiral."Plenty of boys for you to marry here at the church, and you go and find a dreamer who's never graced a church step in his life," her mother scolded when Faith brought Selby home."Selby has more personality than those sheep at church.""We are called to be sheep. Those men are following the Lord's path for their lives.""Sheep are brainless animals, Mother. They'll follow one another over the side of a cliff unless someone stops them. Do you ever wonder why you are ca

"This is something new we tried this year," the older man said as he poured two swallows into each of the clear wine glasses. "When tasting a wine for the first time, you should ignore the first sip as it's a shock to your senses. Always judge the wine by the second swallow as to whether you like it or not; never the first." He then proceeded to explain the mango and peach combination they sampled.Selby only half paid attention. His main focus was on the images in the mirror behind the bar, which gave him a perfect view of Paul and Faith. Selby thought it cute how flustered Faith became with Paul's arrival. Selby had watched her blossom into an adventurous woman over the past year, allowing herself to explore a side of her she had kept buried for so long. It was a side that had embarrassed her in high school, causing her to bury it, and yet, while buried, it never completely disappeared.Breathing in the fruity aroma of the Chardonnay, Selby's mind drifted backward to a day at the bea

"Yes." The word fell from her lips before she could stop it. Oh god, she felt like such a slut, naked before this man, this stranger, her face pressed against his manhood. Yet, that feeling sent shivers through her, and every time he called her his tart, she felt her pussy get wetter."Tell us what you want."Her brain fought her. This was wrong. This slapped the face of what her parents raised her to believe was right. Yet, she couldn't help it. She surrendered to a desire that had always lay buried; she surrendered to whatever he wanted. "I want your cock. I want to feel it, taste it. I want you to take me, use me."Now she heard his laughter, cruel, yet so passionate. There was power in his voice. "Your husband sits behind you. Don't you want his cock?""I want yours. His. Both. God, please, fuck me."His hand tangled in her hair, holding her head still. "Unbutton my pants. Pull out what you want."And she did, with a hunger that surprised and scared her. He kept his hand on her hea

Selby held her hand with a firm grip as they crossed the beach to the Crab Shack. As it turned out, it was an actual shack. The rustic walls appeared to be driftwood thrown together haphazardly. Crab traps, nets, and boat paraphernalia decorated the inside, and the tables were, for the most part, a collection of picnic tables with benches. The food, however, was well worth it.Selby ordered them wine and allowed Faith a couple of glasses to help her unwind. He knew her well and knew the battle that raged within her. What excited her and what she wanted fought against the way her parents raised her, the teachings ingrained in her as to the difference between right and wrong. When Selby entered her life, he shook those viewpoints."You don't believe in morals?" she had asked him as he drank an Amber Bock while she sipped sweet tea. They were at a friend's party, and she had made it clear that drinking was evil. He responded by opening a cold bottle."Sure I do. I just don't believe they'