It had been three days since Jack’s last visitor—a freshly divorced art teacher who’d barely made it out…
The sound of an axe echoed through the trees—steady, rhythmic, powerful. Jack Johnson stood shirtless in the clearing…
The room was alive with breathy tension—bare skin, flushed cheeks, low moans filling the air like thunder before…
Jack stepped back just enough to let the warm air from inside drift out into the sunlit porch….
Jack led the way, his hand cradling Chasity’s lower back while Darla’s fingers laced with his on the…