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expertise that had gone into some of the pieces. They were intricate designs
pinwheels, double wedding rings, spider webs, log cabins and crazy quilts all in
glorious colors and patterns.
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She turned to Beau. This is wonderful. These quilts are extraordinary and so rare
to see. Thank you for showing them to me. Jury wrapped her arms around Beau and
he leaned down to give her a sweet kiss. They walked over and carefully pushed the
quilts aside to sit cross-legged on the mattress and to eat cold cuts, cheese, bread, and
drink wine. Just a light something to hold them until breakfast, which was not that far
away. When they finished eating, Jury stood up to take the dishes into the kitchen, but
Beau was right there, taking care of everything. Taking care of her, she realized. And
she wondered if he was trying to make up for nearly scaring her to death in the limo.
Jury stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Then she saw something that
piqued her curiosity. And then she saw something else. And something else that made
her frown. She was still frowning when Beau came back and stood in the doorway. She
looked over at him.
So all these are your family s things? The quilts? And the embroidered pillows?
Yes, Beau said as he walked over and stood behind her. He wrapped his arms
around her waist and they both looked out at the cozy scene in front of them.
Then, Beauregard, how is it that right over there I can see three of my family s
quilts and one of my great-grandmother s embroidered pillows that I am sure are
supposed to be in the guest bedroom at my house? She pointed to her family
heirlooms.
Beau started to fidget. Oh, well, the thing is
Jury leaned to the side to look up at his face. When did you steal these out of my
house?
Beau tightened his grip around her waist. First off, I did not steal anything. I
simply borrowed them. And I have a good reason for doing it.
And what reason would that be? Jury grumbled.
Beau kissed the back of her head. Because I love you. And this is our history, he
said, gesturing to all that lay before them. Yours and mine.
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When Jury really looked at the big picture, all the things Beau had gathered
together to show her, she realized what the quilts represented. Who they represented.
It s the Wainwrights and the Yates, together.
Beau bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder. Yes, it is. Now, to some
people these are merely pieces of thread and scraps of material. But to you and me,
these things represent family.
Jury took a deep breath and exhaled as she listened to Beau go on.
All these quilts were made by the women in our families grandmothers, mothers,
daughters, aunties and cousins, all stitching scraps of fabric from the work-shirts and
pants of grandfathers, fathers, sons, brothers and uncles. All these people are our
people, he said, bending down to pull back the covers to sit on the crisp white cotton
sheets of the mattress. He reached out for Jury s hand and she went to him.
They lay down together, face-to-face on the feather mattress. Jury stared into Beau s
beautiful gray eyes and she became overwhelmed with the love for her and the need for
them to be together she saw there.
So what made you do all this? she asked.
Jury, you ve been hesitant about marrying me for a long time. And I realized it
had nothing to do with our present and everything to do with our past. I wanted you to
see that it is possible for us to be together, regardless of the way things used to be.
Feeling her eyes flood with tears, Jury knew that there was no way to stop them
from running down the sides of her face and pooling on top of the pillow. She could not
remember crying so much in her entire life as she had in the past few hours.
Beau looked on quietly. How is it that some women manage to cry and still look
beautiful?
Jury laughed. It s not easy.
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Then Beau s mouth was on hers. His lips were soft and tender and warm. He
grabbed the tail end of her t-shirt and started to take it off. Jury rose up a little and lifted
her arms, letting Beau pull the shirt over her head and toss it across the room.
He quickly took off his t-shirt and sweatpants, and the sight of his naked form
made Jury s heart race. He looked down at her and touched her swollen breasts,
making her whimper. Beau s breathing began to grow louder as he flicked Jury s
nipples with his thumbs, as if they were light switches. On. Off. On. Off. And he did
this until the two dark brown nipples stiffened into little pebbles. Jury reached up and
stroked the back of Beau s head as he leaned over and licked one brown tip with his
slick, wet tongue.
I love your breasts, Beau whispered.
You love my ass, Jury replied, making Beau laugh into her chest. He suckled her
nipples and areolas like a baby, and every muscle in Jury s womb contracted.
Oh& Be careful, Beau& Don t make me come too soon.
Don t worry. I intend to make you come multiple times tonight. And in many
ways, Beau said with confidence.
Jury pulled on his thick hair. Oooooo. You are so nasty.
Beau chuckled. I didn t say how I was going to make you come. You re the one
with the dirty mind, he accused, and spanked her big ass.
Ouuuch, Jury wailed. Do that again.
Beau laughed out loud, but this time he laughed so hard, his whole body shook.
Jury, I m trying to do serious work here. And here, he said reaching for her clit.
He pinched it and twisted it quickly and Jury squeaked. And here, Beau whispered,
sliding two fingers into her dripping pussy.
Jury gasped. Ahhh. Beau. Mmmm. You do good work, baby.
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Beau kept his fingers going in and out of the warm folds of Jury s mound, never
missing a beat. Yes, that s my brown-eyed girl. You re so hot and wet, I can t wait to
slide right in, he whispered, speeding up the motion of his fingers.
Jury s breathing quickened. Ohhh, yeah, give it to me just like that, Beau. Just like
that.
Jury, you never stop trying to boss me. You re just like a wife, Beau barked. Then
he was kissing her the way Jury loved most. Her man was a master at deep tonguing
and sensuous kisses that made her greedy and hungry for more. When she groaned,
Beau gave her more until he started sucking on her tongue and Jury wrapped her legs
around his body. She shook her head to break their kiss.
Well, you do boss me, Beau. I think every now and then I should be able to return
the favor.
Moving to her neck, Beau started nibbling away. But I own the company, which
makes me the boss. And you better start minding me, woman, in the office. That means
no back talk, Beau said, as he pinched Jury s ass with his free hand.
Jury squeaked. Well, what if I have something that needs to be said?
I mean it, Jury. I must be crazy to want you, knowing that you have a smart
mouth. That you re stubborn. You tease me mercilessly. And still I want to fuck you
until my dick falls off. I must be crazy! Crazy as that blind man who fishes over on Mud
Island with an invisible fishing rod.
Knowing exactly who Beau was referring to, Jury jumped to the man s defense.
Mr. Crawford is not crazy. He just lives in another time. When life was much simpler.
So don t make fun of him.
Beau frowned. Jury, is there anybody you don t know in Memphis? he asked,
rubbing her clit now with increasing pressure. Jury s breathing quickened.
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