Giggles spill from her lips, she straightens up. “No. Not today, not ever.” My heart breaks, I could have cried but my fingers sink into my scalp. “I am not one of those sluts you run to when you are bored.”
The throbbing in my groin intensifies, I frown at the stubborn woman looming over me. What the fuck is she talking about? Except for that day, I have been faithful, more faithful than she will ever be. Breathing through my mouth, I tug on my beards and murmur, “What are you saying? There’s only you.”
“Brandon, just go to sleep.”
Her dismissal irritates me, I sit up with my spine stiffer than a pen. I am not a kid. “No. I want to kiss you, I want to fuck you, El. I need food, rest and sex. Sex. It has been too long.” Horniness must have tripped a switch in my brain because I am full on ranting now. I need a release and she’s the only one who can satisfy me. “Elna, just this once. Baby.”
Desperation oozes from my skin, I jam my hands together as if in prayer. I don’t care, the twitch in my shorts won’t take care of itself. El shakes her head, I jut my lower lip and bat my lashes, she has to give in.
“Stop it. Okay? Just stop. This is pathetic.” My ears burn. “If you want to have sex, go to that whore you put your dick in her mouth. I don’t have to kiss you, I don’t have to do anything for you.” Stunned by her outburst, my hands drop to my legs. I gawk at her, jaw almost hitting the bed in shock. Her chest heaves, she breathes heavily. Closing her eyes, she exhales and my heart splits into a million pieces. She is right, she has done enough by being here; she fed me. “Please, go to sleep, it’s late. I’ll leave in the morning.”
A click follows, complete darkness falls over us. I wait for the sound of her footsteps but it never comes. My eyes try to find her figure in the dark, it’s futile. The video was a bit extreme but I was frustrated, horny and angry. What was I supposed to do with all that emotion? Fuck. “I didn’t sleep with her, Elna.”
“I don’t care.”
Her voice comes from somewhere beside me, my eyes wander in the direction I hope she is standing. She has to hear it. I need her to know nothing happened. Reaching blindly for the bedside lamp, I flip the switch and the darkness ebbs. I was right, she is close, by the lamp. “El, can you listen to me for once?”
“Shut up.”
The little hold I have on my temper snaps, I throw my legs over the bed, forgetting her nonsense about bedrest. This has always been the problem, she treats me like I don’t mean anything important to her. I don’t want to sleep if she’s not in the same bed with me. “You started it. You shouldn’t have kissed him.”
“You shouldn’t have kissed me too.” She slaps the back of her palm against her other hand, eyes twitching with anger. “I was doing fine on my own until you came in that day. Then you kissed me, left me high and dry. I was horny and he was there. You weren’t.” She places a hand on her forehead and sighs. Her voice trembles. “So yes, I kissed him and I don’t owe you any explanation for whatever I do.”
Those words wash over me, I sieve them, picking out the important bits. I have the video, I don’t need a reminder. I will take the blame for a lot of things but her infidelity. Gripping the edge of the bed, I say, “You were not.” Her face scrunches, I level her with a cool smile. “You were not doing fine on your own.” One hand stretches as I list out her crimes. “You were sexting him, El. Sending nudes to him. Making video calls without any clothes on.” Her jaw slacks, I nod. That’s right, the camera might no longer be functional but I have the evidence, plenty, sitting in my laptop. “I know because I saw it. You were not doing fine on your own,” I say. “You started it so don’t play the victim, Elna. You are far from innocent.”
A strange calm washes over us, El scoffs and my heart plummets into my stomach as she spins on her heels and makes for the door. I counter her claims and she wants to leave? “Yeah, leave, El. Walk away from me.” She stops in front of the door, my chest tightens when it creaks open. “Run into his arms.”
The door slams shut, the switch goes off and lights flood the room. I squint at the sudden brightness, sitting upright at El’s figure storming towards me. Anger shadows her eyes, she picks a pillow and smacks it on my head. Stars dot my vision, I don’t see the pillow until it comes down on my head again. Once. Twice. I snatch it from her, the angry minx wrestles with me but I manage to pin her underneath me.
“You have a lot of nerves spying on me and throwing it to my face,” she spits out. “You idiot.”
“I’m not an idiot.” I am a man who knows what he wants and I don’t regret spying on her.
Annoyance, hurt, hatred, desire sizzles in the air. My chest rises and falls while I try to catch my breath. Her eyes narrow to harsh slits, she wiggles under me, mistakenly rubbing her crotch against my groin and my cock rises from its slumber. Her movements cease when she feels my erection pressed against her, her eyes close. I kiss the tears leaking to her cheeks and my rising anger vanishes. Her breath warms my face, I push my weight to my arms, hovering above her with half a mind to kiss her senseless. This woman makes me mad. At the same time, I want to kiss and hold her. I want to love her.
We stay that way until she whispers, “I didn’t do anything with T.” A part of me believes her. Swiping a finger across her cheek, I let out a sigh. “That kiss was the first and last time. I don’t know what you are talking about but I never sent him any nudes or videos. I don’t even know the first thing about sexting.” I can teach her if she wants, as long as she promises to practice with only me. “We are just friends, there is nothing between us.” Her eyes fly open, hurt brims to the surface and my heart clenches. She sniffs, more tears spill to her wet cheeks. “Yes, I took naked pictures of myself but I didn’t send them to him.”
Her hands form a crisscross on her chest, she draws a ragged breath. Resting my hands on each side of her head, I ask, “You sent it to another guy?” She shakes her head, the tightness in my chest eases but I am unsatisfied. El used to be shy about her body, taking nudes isn’t her style. “Who did you send it to?”
“Nobody.” Her lips pucker, she doesn’t look away. “I didn’t send them to anyone. It’s just something I started doing recently. Whatever you saw was probably me talking to Clarissa and you misunderstood.” Relief floods my stiff frame, a ghost of a smile flits across my lips. “I don’t send nudes to him or anyone.”
Guilt stabs my chest, the accusation in her eyes jumps at me and I try to play it off. I should have asked but how could I have done that without giving myself up? “You can send them to me. I love your nudes.”
“Shut up.”
The hurt in her voice doesn’t escape me, she tries to get up but I press my lower body to hers. Now that we have cleared this mess, I need her to forgive me. I know I am a premium asshole. “I’m sorry, Wifey.”
“Liar. You are not sorry.” Raining light punches on my chest, she whimpers. Her punches are weak, her lower lip vibrates and she pulls it between her teeth. “You are not sorry, you always do this to me.”
Her accusation drives a knife into my chest, I cup her face. “I am, Wifey. I am, El. I’m sorry. I was angry.” I place a kiss on her lips to stop her from coming up with a smart reply. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m an idiot.”
Desire fills her gaze, I unhook the first button of her blouse. Her eyes flit to my face and I hesitate. El doesn’t stop me so I undo the rest of her buttons. A snarl escapes me, she is not wearing a bra, only a thin, black camisole. Her taut nipples stretch against the material, my fingers graze her beady tits and she moans. Pulling her up so she can straddle me, I press my forehead to hers. Tears shimmer in her eyes, she sniffs.
“I’m sorry, okay?” She pouts, my thumb traces the outline of her lips. I slide a finger into her mouth, she sucks on it. Her arms lock behind my neck, I tug her camisole down and her breasts spill out. Taking a precious second to admire her boobs, I lick my lips and cup one of her mounds. She’s perfect. My tongue moistens my lips, I whisper, “I don’t want you to regret this.” If she doesn’t want to have sex with me, I am fine with that. Maybe not fine but I will try to survive. “We can stop now before things get too far.”
El’s hand slips into my shorts, she cups my dick. “I won’t. I won’t regret it. Just this once.” Pecking my lips, her fingers curl around my shaft, I let out a strangled hiss and she frowns. I jerk my hips forward, willing her to continue her blessed duties. Her frown deepens. “I don’t like that you put it in another woman.”
But I apologised and I meant it. Working up a contrite expression, I say, “I am sorry, it will never happen again.” She nods, pumps me once more and I groan. I have missed this. “I don’t like that you kissed him.”
“I won’t kiss him again. I won’t kiss another man,” she readily says and I chuckle. She slaps my chest and pouts. I push her hands into my shorts, that’s where they belong now. “What? Why are you laughing?”
Dragging her lip between mine, I shrug and her movement quickens. Ah, right there. “What of the girls?”
“Asleep,” she whispers. Her eyes droop, she grinds her hip against me, palms my face to place a chaste kiss on my lips. Brown eyes lock with amber’s, she bats her lashes. “Baby.” She moans. “Just this once.”
It’s all the motivation I need. The spell breaks, my hand goes behind her head and I slam my lips on hers.