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Chapter Thirty-three
Rage
Igot a text that thegirls were on their way home, so I have the kids cleaning up the house. We had game night. It was fun, but my boys are sore losers. I also got a text about two hours ago, saying Anara had stormed off and went home early. Hopefully, she wasn’t expecting to see Dirty tonight because he’s at the clubhouse getting his rocks off.
That asshole really can’t keep it in his pants. You’d think after all the promises he made to Anara to win her in the first place, he’d stick to his word, but, apparently, Anara isn’t kinky enough for him. He does shit with the club girls to feed his kink. Nasty fucker.
I don’t know how he does it, him or Hangman. Hangman didn’t hesitate to cheat on Justine when they started together, but he sure as fuck learned his lesson. He didn’t want to lose his woman, and he’s kept it in his pants ever since. That’s what my life looks to be turning out to be, too, because the one time I let my dick roam free since getting with Jennifer, I instantly regretted it.
I know what I have, and I’m not about to lose it. Jennifer deserves the world, and I’m gonna give it to her. Minutes tick by and the front door finally opens, Jennifer stumbles inside, mumbling about stupid shoes. I chuckle, taking in the sight of her. Man, girls’ night needs to happen more often, she looks stunning as fuck, and now I’m wondering what drunk sex with her will be like.
Sure, I’ve had sex with her before, when she was stoned as hell, but drunk sex is different. Something I really want to try with her, but tonight isn’t the night to test that out, not with my kids in the house. I go to her, before she falls over and she looks up at me surprised.
“Hey.” She breathes, as she realizes it me holding her. “How was your night?” she asks me
“Fun, spent it with the kids, how was yours?” I ask with a grin. Knowing full well how her night went, if it wasn’t for the fact that she barely looked, I’d be pissed they ended up at a male strip club. Something Hangman will be talking to Justine about, I’m sure.
“It was not so fun at first, Anara got mad at me,” she says, I already know this, but I don’t tell her that, I let her continue. “She told me to stay away from Dirty. As if I’d cheat on you.” It wouldn’t be cheating if Dirty was with us. But again, I say nothing. I have plans for my woman, and Dirty is part of those plans, eventually, if he wins our bet. “Then she left and the night got fun. We ended up going to a strip club, and it was so weird. I’ll never understand why women love a bunch of dicks just waggling around.” She wrinkles up her nose and I burst out laughing.
“You’re cute, babe,” I tell her, fuck I love this woman. I help her up the stairs in into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. “You think you’re gonna be sick?” I ask her.
“Nope, I don’t get sick,” she mumbles as she rubs her face into the pillow. She’s gonna be pissed when she wakes up in the morning if she doesn’t get in the bathroom to wash her make up off.
“Go to the bathroom, wash your face, then we’ll get you into bed.”
“Mm, you take such good care of me.” She gives me a small smile and gets up, walking to the bathroom and closes the door. I hear water running and it’s then I realize she’s taking a shower. My cock instantly hardens. Drunk shower sex? What a great idea.
I shed my clothes and stalk to the bathroom, and open the door, seeing Jennifer in the shower, her body on full display and she plays with her nipples. “I knew you’d be coming in here.” She takes a hand and slides it down her body, lifting a leg to balance herself on the edge of the tub and sinks two fingers inside her juicy cunt.
“Fuck, yeah,” I growl, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I get in the shower and she doesn’t move, fingering herself more. She takes her fingers out and sticks them in my mouth.
“Taste me,” she says huskily. Fuck, she tastes good; she’s so wet I don’t even have to warm her up to prepare her. I cage her into the wall, water battering at us and line my cock up with her entrance then shove in.
“Fuck,” I groan, her cunt squeezing my cock.
“West?” she asks me, what could she possibly be asking me when I’m balls deep inside her?
“Yeah, babe?” I ask, as I pick up the speed.
Her breath hitches as she moves her leg around my waist, digging into my ass. “I love you.” I know she’s drunk, but her words mean everything to me. I take her mouth in a kiss, demanding her to open so I can suck her tongue.
“I fucking love you, too,” I say, after I pull away from her tongue. Shoving my face into her neck, I unleash, pouring my seed inside of her. She stands on shaky legs when I pull out of her, and I have to help her find balance.
“I’ve read books about shower sex, and someone always gets hurt, I’m glad that wasn’t the case with us.” She beams up at me.
