Vows: Gently Hers Book 2

By Goldie Wright

Grant has never told his wife, Lucy, about his deepest desires:
To be of service.
To follow her lead.
To submit.
But when his secrets cause a rift in his marriage, only the truth can heal their divide. Only then can he have her gentle dominance.

Vows is a novella of 18k words, and a standalone book of the Gently Hers series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Goldie Wright
• Release date: Jun 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463557174

Goldie Wright

Goldie Wright lives in the US. Fiction writing is one of her many pursuits, but she has also been known to stargaze and spend far too much time on the internet.

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VOWS

BOOK 2 OF THE GENTLY HERS SERIES

Copyright 2019 Goldie Wright

All Rights Reserved

Published by Goldie Wright at Smashwords

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Grant had practice leaving. He had left home, had left too many girlfriends, and had left his first wife. Because he always saw the end coming. Knew it by instinct. At that point, it was kick himself out or be kicked out. Only one of those options could preserve any pride for the people involved.

Sure, it had hurt like hell for some women when he turned his back on them, but it had hurt like hell for him, too. It would've hurt a lot worse to drag things out, though.

A full year after his second marriage, he saw the end staring him down like the barrel of a gun. No fight had made things come to this. He and Lucy didn't get into many arguments. Got on almost too well, in fact.

Maybe that was part of the problem.

If he told her the truth, they wouldn't get on any longer, well or not. Instead, he hadn't said a word. Had buried the truth before the wedding and after. And now he was sitting in his truck and watching his wife through the half-closed blinds of their living room.

His wife. Pretty slip of a thing in a little white dress. She was too busy straightening things here and there on the coffee table to notice that he had come home. Probably had the TV on for company. That would've kept her from hearing him pull up on the street outside. He usually got home after midnight to the babble of infomercials; she told him that it was a waste of electricity, but that the house sounded too quiet when he wasn't there.

So he idled the truck, and he watched, and he thought of things that weren't her in an effort to ground himself. Things like the frantic week that had led up to this moment.

He had managed to tie up cases with a speed that made the other detectives in his division wonder if he wanted to be promoted up the chain. No, Grant had told them, laying his Texan drawl on thick as he stood from his desk, it's just my natural charm and intelligence that's making all you deadbeats look worse that you already do.

His partner, Tim, had raised a middle finger and told Grant to run on home and fuck his wife before the neighbor beat him to it. Again.

Everyone had laughed at that one. Grant mostly because he had seen his neighbors on both sides. Lucy had more taste than to bother with slobs like that. But before he had even got out of earshot, Tim was telling everyone that Grant had busted his ass because he didn't want to miss his first wedding anniversary, a detail that was followed by the sound and gesture of an invisible whip being cracked in the air.

Tim had it wrong — Grant wasn't whipped, and that was part of the problem, too. Couldn't help but be a problem when the very word whipped sent shock waves down his spine. Being whipped wasn't even a kink he really cared for, but the idea of Lucy doing it to him set his body on fire.

Not long after that, he had parked in the street outside his house, too much of a coward to step inside and tell her that she had married a goddamn freak show. Fuck it, he muttered, and grabbed the bouquet of flowers off his lap, throwing them into the passenger seat. Behind the blinds, Lucy didn't turn around as he eased the pickup away from the curb.

It wouldn't have hurt any less if she had noticed.

* * *

And that's how my weekend started, he finished telling his avid audience. He drained down half his water, accidentally clinking the glass against his teeth. Damn it. How 'bout yours?

Across the kitchen table from him, two women exchanged glances with one another in the kind of silent communication that could only pass between long-term couples. Annie, the taller of the two, spoke first. Grant, she said, you're my best friend in the whole world, but you're also dumb.

Very dumb, added her girlfriend, Kim. Just, like, massively dumb.

Incredibly stupid.

Frighteningly slow.

He set his glass on the table a little harder than he'd meant to. All right, he said, I get it.

No, Annie said, "I don't think that you do get