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“You’re overreacting. When my man is hurt, it is my job to take care of him.” Kristie looks toward the door to make sure it’s closed. She turns back to me and snakes her hand under the blanket.
“Kristie, stop.”
She leans into me and whispers in my ear, “I want to take your hard cock in my mouth and suck. Let me make you feel better.” Her hand slides up my hospital gown as she kisses my neck.
I groan, feeling torn. She strokes me a few times and kisses me. I’m fully hard, even though I despise her right now. Our sex is hate-sex. It’s never loving or romantic, and she’s always in control. I hate it. I hate how my cock enjoys the attention. “I said stop. Leave, Kristie.”
Without taking her gaze off me, she tightens her grip on my cock, reminding me to behave. Then she moves the blanket and lifts my gown. She bends down and sucks my tip into her mouth, making me gasp out loud. Fuck, this feels good. I can’t remember the last time she sucked me off. The sensation is almost overpowering, but I take a breath to steady myself.
A small light bulb goes off, and I wonder how far I can push this. My good hand reaches out and settles on top of her head. She looks up at me, and holy shit, the sight is so beautiful. My head is at war with my cock. I have to remember she cheated on me. This enrages me, and I push her head down hard. I grab her hair in my fist as she gags on my cock and tries to pull up. I let her mouth slide up a little so she could breathe and then force her head back down. She pulls up a little again, swirls her tongue around my tip, and moans loudly. I ignore her sounds, and I push her head down again.
“Take it. Fucking take it, bitch.” She’s looking up at me with glistening eyes. I nod and give her a little smirk. I’m in control right now. I let her come up a little and then shove her back down. I take this chance to fuck her mouth, ramming my cock down her throat. I hold her head in place with my good hand and start thrusting my hips up. Saliva runs down her chin, hitting my balls. She takes my balls in her hand and squeezes them. Fuck, this feels amazing. She must do him like this too, this little bitch.
That last thought hits me square in the jaw, and I push her head down a little farther and thrust twice. She squeezes a little harder, and holy shit. I pull her off me and shoot my cum onto her face.
“Oh fuck… That felt… Wow.” I struggle with words and cover myself up. A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the door. “You can go now.”
Kristie’s eyes widen, and she heads for the bathroom. Before she can close the door, the nurse comes in and catches a glance at Kristie’s face.
“Now, now. Didn’t we tell you to take it easy?” The nurse laughs as Kristie shoots me a glare and closes the door.
Oh, well. It was fucking worth it.
Chapter Five
SKY
ONE WEEK LATER
The front door opens, and Dad and Uncle Davey walk in. Uncle Davey looks a little better than the last time I saw him. He seems bigger somehow, standing a little taller, and his eyes appear melancholic too.
“Uncle Davey!” I leap off the couch and hug him.
“Be careful, Bug. My arm still hurts.” He winces but lets me hug him anyway.
Dad pulls two suitcases to the bottom of the stairs. “Sky, please take these up to the guest room for Uncle Davey. He still needs to take it easy.”
“Yes, Dad.” I start dragging one of the suitcases upstairs before saying, “I’m glad you’re here, Uncle Davey!”
That thunderous laugh rings out, and I just know things will be better. They have to get better.
* * *
I hear Momma yelling for me, so I head downstairs. She asks me to set the table for dinner. I’m grabbing the plates and silverware when I hear him. Whenever I see him, my heart flutters, and I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m not sure what this is, but I get this need to protect him.
Kristie was mean, and he deserves better. I have no idea what Kristie did to my Uncle Davey that made him move in with us. He was talking to my dad the other day in the living room. Uncle Davey said a bunch of things I know nothing about, but what I do know is that Kristie was really cruel. She made him do bad things and wouldn’t let him do other things. I asked Dad what Uncle Davey meant when he said Kristie was abusive. An abusive wife is not someone good, I know that. Dad told me that abusive meant Kristie would treat Uncle Davey in a way to make him feel small or to embarrass him. She would get control over him, mentally and physically, and force him to do things or to let her spend money or something. I remember the birds and bees talk we had earlier in the year, so I kind of understood. What I didn’t understand was how Uncle Davey could let her treat him like that. Uncle Davey is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. He always complimented Momma and held doors open for us.
Uncle Davey rounds the corner to the dining room and groans. “Jessica, dinner smells delicious.”
“Well, it should. It’s your favorite, silly!” I exclaim. It smells as if we have stepped into an Italian restaurant. Of course, some of Momma’s best dishes are Italian.
“Your momma knows me well, Bug. I’d kill for some good, homemade lasagna right about now.”
I giggle and sit down in my chair. Dad brings in the beer for himself and Uncle Davey, fills my glass with water, and then pours Momma some wine. She brings out the lasagna and goes back to grab the yummy Texas toast I love so much. It’s my favorite part of dinner.
After Momma sits down, she starts to dish out the lasagna. “Plate please, David.”
Uncle Davey hands her his plate and rubs his hands together while he waits. After Momma grabs my plate, I imitate Uncle Davey, making everyone laugh. “What? Uncle Davey did it.”
