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Naturally, I leave work early.
Jules ran the statement to the press, but honestly, I don’t give a shit about that right now. I just watched my wife have sex with another man, and I jacked off to it. Needless to say, I have bigger fish to fry than whatever bullshit my father has to say.
Jumping out of the car, I march up to my house. Slamming the back door, I climb the stairs to our bedroom. I need to lay my eyes on my wife. I just need to see her. And as I turn the corner into our bedroom, I pause in the doorway.
She’s standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, as if she is waiting for me. She’s not wearing makeup, looking freshly showered, and just as beautiful as ever.
She looks bold and ready for a fight—I love it.
I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to go about this, but seeing her awakens my senses. I don’t think—I just act.
Rushing across the room, I grab her face and pull her toward me for a bruising kiss. For a moment, she tries to push me away, but I don’t let her. I kiss her harshly on the mouth, down her jawline, and to her neck.
She gasps and whimpers from the roughness of my mouth. This need is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’m desperate and dying for her.
“Caleb,” she calls as I begin tearing off her clothes. I hear her shirt tear as I rip it over her head. Then, as if she’s fallen into the same coursing river of desire I’m in, she starts pulling at my belt and the button of my pants.
Backing her up to the wall, I shove her against it as I suck and nibble on her neck some more, craving that purring sound of her pleasure. Moving lower, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her breasts, and she squeals for me.
Then I grab the waist of her pants and shove them down. She quickly kicks them off just before I hoist her off the floor and pin her against the wall.
Fumbling for my cock, I find her wet cunt and thrust myself inside her.
She cries out from the rough entrance, but it only urges me on. “You aremyfucking wife,” I growl, my face pressed against hers.
When she tries to shove me away, I only thrust harder. She moans in pleasure, her back arching.
“And you’remyhusband,” she replies, an expression of vitriol on her face.
Still, she struggles to gain control, but I keep up my thrusts, fucking her into the wall. With my hands under her legs to hold her up, her hands are free, and she uses it as an opportunity to slap me.
It only makes me smile.
We are grunting and moaning; our anger is mixed with arousal, and it’s almost too much to bear.
“Did you like letting him fuck you?” I groan angrily.
“Yes,” she replies with a sneer. “Did you like letting him suck you off?”
“Yes, I did,” I say before kissing her again.
While our mouths are fused, I come with a rasping moan, filling her as she tenses against me. She trembles and cries into my mouth.
By the time we’re both done, I feel her heart hammering against mine as I slump against her. We’re both panting and still fired up. I don’t know if I’m angry or jealous or upset, but I know I needed that. Maybe she did, too.
Suddenly, someone at the door clears their throat.
Briar and I turn in a rush to see Dean leaning in the doorway.
“That was hot,” he says with a smirk, and my eyes narrow angrily at him.
I pull out of Briar and drop her legs. She shoves me away and grabs her clothes off the floor. With a huff, she marches into the bathroom to get herself cleaned up.
Then he and I are alone in my bedroom, and one of us definitely needs to speak first. Where do we even start?
What the fuck do we say?
