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Maybe I will on Monday.
Once we’re sure the coast is clear, we take turns returning to the garage.
Reece
Kordin’s still chirping about his garage, and Kaisin’s already on his second beer, so I join him at the bar, ordering us a pair of shots.
Looking him over, I tell him, “Hey, you got some dandruff flaking.”
“Really? Where?”
Kaisin wipes at his forehead.
“Almost got it. Just… Here.” With the roller bottle tucked in my palm and hidden along my trigger finger, I reach up and roll the tip on his left temple, then the right one. “Oh shit.” Wiping roughly, I dab more on, making sure I get a good amount on there. “Fuck, man, it’s going everywhere.” I swipe the Nightshade oil on his neck as I pat his shoulders.
Nightshade—sometimes called Belladonna—is one of the most toxic plants to humans. The entire plant is lethal. It’s been used throughout history for assassinations by spies, even kings back in the day when they didn’t want to get their hands dirty. Since it affects the nervous system, small doses in ointments and oils applied directly to the skin can be used for pain relief, anxiety, all kinds of shit…including insomnia. With the right dose, it’s a sedative. Luckily, I was able to steal a bottle from my mom. She uses Nightshade oil for period cramps and migraines, but not only does she know how much to use, she’s built up a tolerance to it over the years. Kaisin hasn’t.
Right as our shots arrive, I pocket the bottle, lifting the glasses between us to mask any scent of the Nightshade. While Kaisin’s draining his, I spit mine into the beer bottle I’ve been nursing.
Every move I make, that black ring standing out against my usually naked hand catches my eye and makes me fight a grin. I love it. I love how it looks, how it feels, what it means. Lex can say it means nothing all she wants but it means something to me. It means a lot.
I get two more shots in Kaisin before everyone starts making their way over to the three rows of long tables end to end. I stay close to him, watching him closely. I’ve seen my mom use the oil an hour or two before bed, so that’s the timeframe I’m banking on.
He goes straight for the same table as Lex, which unfortunately, Kordin’s already at the head of. Lex sits to her husband’s left and Kaisin posts himself on her other side.
Standing behind Kaisin, I tell Lex, “Your house looks brand new. How long have you lived in it?”
The second she opens her mouth to respond, I pat Kaisin on the back a couple times, slathering more oil at the base of his neck. His shoulders jump, but he’s so absorbed in his sister-in-law speaking, he doesn’t even blink away from her.
All the other chairs get filled, so I quickly take the spot directly across from Lex, putting me on Kordin’s right. His right arm and his right leg are in casts, and the fact that they’re closest to the person responsible for breaking both makes me want to laugh.
The first thing that motherfucker does is notice my wedding band, asking, “Is that the original or did you have to buy a replacement?” which I do laugh at because Lex called it. She knew he’d be checking tonight. I’ve run into Kordin plenty of times around the firm the last few days and he’s brought up my wife or marriage during every one of them. I think he’s trying to embarrass me, like I’m some sort of chump of a husband, but it wasn’t my wife who just came on another man’s face while I was in the other room showing off a fucking floor. It was his.
Before answering, I flick my tongue out to taste if Lex’s cum is still clinging to my top lip.
It is.
“Replacement,” I tell him with a smug smile.
“Wife’s happy?”
“Very.”
Multiple orgasms have that effect on her, I think before catching myself. She’s not my wife.
“Then that’s all that matters. Nothing beats the original, but any ring’s better than no ring.”
I can’t help my even smugger tone as I say, “This replacement beats the original.”
“Oh yeah? You think you found the exception?”
Elbows on the table, Lex steeples her hands, props her chin on her intertwined fingers, and cocks her head at me.
Lex didn’t have to tell me I’m better than Kordin. Her body did it for her.
“I know I did,” I say, ending the conversation. I didn’t find the exception. Iamthe exception.
I spend the evening watching Lex cut up Kordin’s food, cater to his every whim, gaze into his eyes, whisper kind words, all while touching him practically nonstop. Her hand is everywhere—his cheek, his shoulder, his hand, his knee under the table where only I can see it because as much as I want to stop looking, I fucking can’t.
