I guess we’re skipping the foreplay tonight since we don’t havemuch time. Honestly, I probably won’t come without getting properly warmed up first, but at least I’ll get to have sex.
Lining himself up, my husband sinks slowly into me. “Damn, Mindy.”
A low moan escapes my lips. “That feels good.”
Grasping my hips, he pulls back before slamming into me, awakening all the nerve endings inside me. Then he begins thrusting. In and out. Rough. Hard. Fast. It’s the best sex I’d had in years.
But still not as good as…Nope. Not going there.
“That’s so good, baby. Give it to me harder.” He picks up his pace, and the headboard begins knocking against the wall. It’s been a while since we’ve banged a headboard, and the erotic sound turns me on. Maybe I would be able to come tonight after all “Yes, Rog. Play with my clit.”
Sliding one hand around and down, he flicks at my little button with his middle finger, and my head drops to the mattress.So. Fucking. Good.
“Gotta slow down or I’m going to come too soon,” he pants, decreasing his pace a little and halting that glorious headboard sound. “Come for me, baby.” His finger presses hard against my clit, the motion circular as he fucks me slowly and with less force.
“Almost there,” I breathe. “Fuck me harder. Please.”
His hand tightens on my hip, and then he pauses. The unmistakable sound of the front door closing meets our ears.Rose is home.
“Don’t youdarestop,” I warn.
“Mindy…”
“Dammit, Roger. Fuck me!”
But I can already feel him softening inside me.
“Shit. I lost it.” He pulls out and falls over on the bed, his breathing labored as he covers his eyes with his forearm. I lay beside him, draping myself halfway over his body.
“It’s okay, Rog. I can get it back.” My hand snakes down over his stomach and reaches for him.
He stops me with a hand on my wrist. “No, it’s okay, babe.”
But it's not okay. It’s not okay at all.
Roger pushes himself off the bed and walks into the bathroom likethat didn’t just fucking happen. A few seconds later, I hear the shower start up. When he comes back out, he dresses and heads into the living room to talk to his mother like he does every Friday night when she gets home. I long for the days when we would make love and then fall asleep in each other’s arms, which hasn’t happened in years.
My hurt is a low simmer while my anger boils over the top. First of all, Roger had stayed out for hours with his friends on our only alone night, forcing us to have to rush our time together. Second, as soon as he heard his mother come in, he deflated like a damn popped balloon.
This isn’t healthy. It isn’t right. And it isn’t fucking fair.
Stomping over to the dresser, I pick up my phone and dial. “You busy?” I bark when Caroline answers.
“No, but I will be in a little bit. Wink, wink.”
“Caro, you don’t have to say, ‘Wink, wink.’ I got your point.” She laughs, and the sheer joy of it draws a reluctant smile across my face. “I know it’s late, but I was wondering if you would meet me for a few minutes. After you’re… done, I mean.”
“Is something wrong? Oh, let me guess. You can’t walk after Roger got through with you last night, and you need me to take you to the emergency room. DidThe Dresscast its magical powers over him and make him forget all about his mommy?”
“Not exactly.”
My friend knows me well and can read my mood with only those two words. Her teasing stops, replaced with concern. “I’ll meet you anywhere you need me to be, Mindy.”God bless this woman. She’s truly my ride or die.
“I need to stay in your spare room tonight, if that’s okay. I’ll have to pack a bag, so you have time to finish yourwink winkstuff.”
I can hear the smile in her voice. “It’s okay, Mindy. Brayden can wait.”
“No,” I say sharply. “I’m not going to let you treat your husband like mine treats me. Finish what you were up to and then meet me.”
