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CHAPTER FOUR
FALCON
By seven o’clock on Friday night, I finally managed to put an end to the latest crisis at work. Now I have to go home and put an end to the crisis with my wife. I handled the situation about her wanting a job poorly, and then I topped that off by making her wet and running out on her.
It was fucking hard to concentrate when all I could think about was how wet her pussy was when I put my fingers in it. I was on the verge of an erection all day, my cock doing my thinking for me, and by the time I got home, I was ready to go to town on Elle. Unfortunately, by the time I got back, it was just past 4 a.m., and she was already asleep. I debated waking her, but by then I was so tired I didn’t think I’d have it in me to do her body justice.
Then this morning at breakfast, I wanted to talk to her about what happened, to convince her that she was still my top priority, even if, at times, it didn’t feel that way to her. The whole talk of her getting a job threw me for a loop, and admittedly, I’m not handling it well at all. Instead of having the conversation I so badly wanted to have, I sat in brooding silence, unable to find the words to tell her I was sorry.
I’m going home now, and I’m gonna cook her dinner and try to make her see that this is killing me, that she has me all messed up. And hopefully, convince her not to do it. I can’t handle the thought of her out of the house, in danger every minute of every day. And I can’t help but wonder why she suddenly wants to do it now. She knows my feelings about her safety, and I can’t help but hear that nagging little voice in the back of my mind. The one that I try and fail to ignore because it’s telling me that Elle is doing this because she’s going to leave me. She wants some financial security before she goes.
The rational part of me knows that’s not true. She’s my wife, my one true love, and I know she feels the same about me, but the irrational part of my mind won’t leave me alone. It torments me. I think I will feel better once I talk to Elle, once I make her see this is a bad idea.
I pull into our driveway and go into the house. I am hit by the delicious smell of roasting meat. My stomach cramps and I realize I haven’t eaten all day. I hurry through to the kitchen. Elle stands with her back to me, stirring a large pot of potatoes. I go to her and wrap my arms around her waist. I kiss her neck, and she melts back against me with a contented sigh.
She turns her head, and I kiss her mouth, running my hands down her stomach. A hissing sound comes from the stove, and Elle shrieks as the potatoes boil over. I release her, and she stirs the pot, turning the gas down a little.
“Why don’t you go and get freshened up and stop distracting me before I burn dinner?” She laughs.
I back off, my hands up.
“Your wish is my command,” I say. I wink at her. “And maybe after dinner, I’ll be the one giving the commands.”
I see a flash of lust in her eyes, and I almost go to her and grab her. There was a time I would have. We’d have fucked right here on the kitchen floor and not given burned potatoes a second thought. But things are different now somehow. The look fades from her eyes, and she gives me a sad smile.
Did she want me to go to her and ravish her and I didn’t? I feel like she’s slipping away from me, like there’s a wall between us that I can’t knock down.
“I won’t be long,” I say, heading for the door. “Do you want me to open some wine when I come down?”
“Sure,” she says.
Is this what we’ve come to? The twins have been gone less than a week, and where their chatter and laughter should be, now there is only silence and this awkward atmosphere that I don’t know how to burst through.
“Falcon,” Elle says as I leave the kitchen. I look up, feeling a spark of hope. “We need to talk when you come back down.”
The hope is gone. I don’t know what exactly she wants to talk about, but it sounds serious, and I suddenly don’t want to hear what she has to say. I don’t want to listen to her telling me she’s fallen out of love with me. I can’t bear it.
