Too Much to Bear (BBW Shifter Ménage)

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Author: Jackie Sexton
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hard day.
    “You got his eyes for one thing,” he said, picking up a rag
to wipe down the dark counter. “But also, the word around town is Caleb Fowler
was supposed to meet Seth’s granddaughter for a beer tonight,” he said with a
smile.
    Madison shook her head in disbelief. “News does travel
fast,” she muttered.
    “About the only thing that does around here. I’d be
surprised if Caleb gets his ass over here before I’m ready to close.”
    “Is he that bad?” Madison frowned, trying to hide her disappointment
behind another sip of her beer.
    “You know, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve seen many a people
sitting right where you’re sitting waiting for that son of a gun to meet him
for a drink. Now, there are only so many people in this town and only so many
things he’s got to do to protect them.”
    He studied Madison’s disappointed face and laughed. “Don’t
get yourself too down though, he always shows.”
    Bill excused himself and went to go check on the table of
half a dozen older men, and Madison sat wondering for a moment how many of
those people were women. It was dumb and presumptuous of her, and ultimately,
she reminded herself, it didn’t matter.
    You’re here because you’re bored. And maybe to stroke
your ego a little bit , she thought, even though deep down she knew that she
couldn’t have said no to Caleb if she tried.
    Then, by the time she had almost finished her beer, she
could feel herself getting pissed off and embarrassed. She wondered, and the
thought was unbearably strong, if she was being put on in some elaborate joke
like when they were children. She was severely teased as a child for being a
“porker,” as the other kids called her, and the scars were still there, no
matter how many times a friend or boyfriend told her she was beautiful, that
she was “full-figured” not fat. A deep dissatisfaction with her body lingered
in the back of her mind like a pesky horsefly that finds its way onto a porch
and buzzes in your ear every so often.
    “Well lookie here,” came a deep,
gruff voice.
    Madison turned to tell Caleb off when an unfamiliar man sank
into the seat beside her, another thinner man with greasy hair standing behind
him, his arms folded over his chest and a smarmy grin on his face.
    “Who are you?” Madison asked, pulling back a little as the
man’s liquor-bated breath assaulted her. He was a mean looking man, with a
clean-shaven head and a tattoo on his face—a series of three lines
beneath his right eye that looked like a claw mark.
    “You don’t remember me little, Maddie ?
It’s me, Paul Davis.”
    She searched her mind and then suddenly remembered. Paul was
one of the other few people that were raised in Titusville. He couldn’t have
been much older than she was when she met him, but she remembered he had a
nasty attitude and a penchant for bumming rides off strangers who were going
down the mountain.
    He was always looking for trouble, and Papa Seth had told
her to stay away from him. His parents had abandoned him in search of more
money and drugs, leaving him to be raised up in the mountain by his elderly
grandparents.
    He was once a skinny kid, but now looked like he could swipe
her unconscious with a slap of his meaty fist.
    “Oh, Paul. It’s nice to see you again,” she lied, eyeing the
man behind him suspiciously. He wouldn’t even sit. He just stood there with a
peculiar look in his eye. “Who’s your friend?”
    “That’s Jake,” he said, nodding his head back to the thin
man. “Say Maddie , what’re you up to tonight? Jake and
I were looking to have a little fun.” He leaned in close to her, catching her
wrist and smirking at her nastily.
    Madison cringed, filled with a peculiar dread. While she
wanted to outright tell him off, there was something about him that made her
fearful, made her realize she needed to be careful. Years of living in a small
town taught her that it was best not to piss off the wrong people.
    But she

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