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Roselle let out a laugh of his own. “Right, right.” And then he draped an arm over Brenda’s shoulder, pulling her body into his. He kissed her on top of her head. And then, as they walked away, he said, “You wanna fuck him, don’t you?”
Forty
“What is it that you want from me, Kendall, huh?” Krista blew out a frustrated breath. Things between the two had become tense over the last several days. Krista couldn’t understand why all of sudden, Kendall was becoming more sexually demanding. Expecting her to do shit he knew she didn’t like doing. Like once again, rubbing his thumb over the seam of her ass three nights ago, while he’d had her bent over the bed, brushing over her sweet spot from the back.
And then, uh—Krista felt herself becoming annoyed all over again just thinking about it—but, last night she’d wanted to have sex. But Kendall didn’t. He’d claimed he wasn’t in the mood. Since when? He’d not once ever denied her sex—nor had she ever denied him. And yet last night, he’d managed to refuse her physical intimacy. He’d flat-out told her that he wanted some head—from his wife. That he wanted her to sit her ass up on his face while she sucked him off. She hadn’t wanted to, but, yes, she did it—69’d with him. But he’d gotten frustrated, demanding she got off of him, claiming he didn’t like how she was sucking his dick; that he could tell she wasn’t really into it. And that had turned him off.
After all these years of marriage, his ass wanted to have a sexual revelation of sorts. Calling her out on her sexual performance. Really?
Krista blamed Kendall’s newfound attitude on this island, these sessions, and being around that porn star bitch—that, that . . . sexual defiant.
Nairobia-what’s-her-face.
“I’ve been a good wife; haven’t I?” Krista pressed.
“Yes, baby,” Kendall said honestly. “Most definitely. You’re a good woman, Kris. And I love you for that.”
Krista cringed inwardly. She thought she heard a but coming. So she braced herself. There was simply no other way to say it. Kendall had been dancing around the truth for long enough. And, quite frankly, he was tired. Tired of not having his sexual needs met. Tired of denying himself certain pleasures that he really only wanted from his wife, but had to seek outside his marriage.
And the fucked-up thing was, Kendall felt no real regret for his cheating. He’d never want to hurt his wife. Still . . .
Not being halfway truthful about his desires was hurting him more.
“I love you, Krista,” Kendall said again, “and—”
“You already said that, Kendall,” Krista pointed out, cutting him off.
“Mrs. Evans,” Dr. Dangerfield said gently, “why don’t you give your husband a chance to finish? The purpose of all of this is to allow for the two of you to express your wants and needs and desires without harsh judgments in hopes that it will bring the two of you closer.”
Krista frowned.
How dare this bitch. Like she didn’t know all this already. “Well, then he needs to stop all this pussyfooting around and say what’s on his mind, because if you’re trying to imply that I don’t listen to my husband, you are sadly misinformed.”
Oh? You don’t say.
Dr. Dangerfield offered Krista a smile, one that hadn’t quite met her eyes. “Yes. I’m sure you do listen to him.” When it suits you. “But now I would like for you to hear him as well. And I’d like for you to try to hear him out without becoming defensive. Do you think you can do that?”
Krista stared at Dr. Dangerfield trying to understand why she was sitting here talking to her as if she were some insolent child.
“I don’t get defensive,” Krista snapped.
“Perhaps you are not always aware of it,” Dr. Dangerfield suggested. “Sometimes it’s not necessarily in our words or voice tones, but in those nonverbal cues that give off defensive energy. Body language speaks volumes, Mrs. Evans.”
Krista fixed her eyes on Dr. Dangerfield, fighting the urge to roll them up in her head.
Kendall slowly shook his head, shifting his chair, so that he could face her. He needed to be mindful of his choice of words. He reached for Krista’s hand, then gently stroked his thumb over it. “As I was saying, baby. I love you. And I enjoy being inside of you when we’re making love.”
Krista stared at him. “But . . .?”
Kendall swallowed. The moment of truth was upon him. The door had been opened. He either walked through it or let it close.
So he said, “But I’m not always satisfied. Sometimes I want more. Sometimes I need more.”
Krista’s mouth gaped open and her gaze turned incredulous as she stared back at him as if to determine whether he was serious. But Kendall returned her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes telling her he was serious as a hurricane.
“Are you kidding me?” she shouted, snatching her hand from his. “How exactly are you not satisfied, huh, Kendall?”
“Sexually.” Kendall kept his voice calm, and his gaze firmly set on Krista’s.
