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Katia

“Two weeks,” I whine, swallowing another gulp of red wine.

“Stop complaining,” Dusty mutters. “You get us here the whole time.”

“It also means I don’t get my nightly fuck,” I point out.

Candy laughs, crossing her legs and leaning back into the couch. She’s wearing bright pink flannel pajamas. Classy.

“It’s not funny, Candy.”

“Dusty, there, could give it a whirl; you never know, you might convert him.”

Dusty snorts and I grin at him. “Aw come on, Dust. I have a great—”

“Do not say that word,” Dusty warns, curling his lips in disgust.

“Vagin—”

“Ew!” Dusty cries, covering his ears. “La, la, la, la.”

Candy laughs loudly and leans forward, grabbing a handful of cashews.

“For Dusty’s sake, tell us all about Man Candy Marcus.”

“What do you want to know?” I giggle, drinking more wine.

“Is he still as good in the sack, even after this long?”

I wink. “Ohh, yeah.”

“Every day, kind of thing?” Dusty asks, tapping his fingers together, with a big grin.

“Most days,” I begin. “He comes into my bed each night and—”

“What?” Dusty asks, losing his grin.

I blink.

“Honey,” Candy says.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“He comes into your bed?”

Oh, dear.

“It’s not what you think; Marcus is a restless sleeper. He moves a lot, dreams a lot . . .”

It’s only partly a lie. He told me he’s a restless sleeper when I asked why we don’t sleep together, but I’ve never seen it for myself. The dream thing is probably not true. I made it up because if I didn’t, it makes me question things, and I don’t want to question things.

“So you don’t sleep together?” Dusty mumbles, crossing his arms.

“Dusty, it isn’t like that . . .”

“You’re newlyweds.” Candy frowns. “It shouldn’t matter if he does star jumps in his sleep . . .”

I swallow.

“Trust me,” I protest. “It’s fine.”

They both look at me, skeptical, but they let it go.

“Tell me about the redhead that came into work the other day?” Candy asks, changing the subject, which I’m grateful for.

“I don’t know; he didn’t say anything.” I shrug.

“Ex? Stalker? Aunt?” Dusty laughs.

I grin at him. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy and here for two weeks.”

God help me. Marcus has gone away, and I get two weeks with Candy and Dusty staying in the house with me.

It could get interesting.

~*~*~*~

Katia – Three days without u is too long.

Marcus – You have a drawer full of sex toys.

I frown, shifting in my bed. I do have a drawer full of sex toys, they’re an essential in my life, but they’re no comparison to him.

Katia – They’re not as good as you.

Marcus – I don’t imagine they would be, but they’ll have to do.

Something twists in my chest, but I push it away. There’s been more than one occasion since I’ve been living with Marcus when I’ve doubted his feelings for me. I wonder why he’s here; I wonder if I’m crazy. It causes something to ache deep in my chest.

Katia – If I use one, do you want a picture?

Marcus – Yeah, precious.

And just like that, my doubts vanish. One word. It only takes one word and he reverses any confusion, any hesitation, and makes me realize just how much I want him.

Katia – I’ll get onto that.

Five minutes later, I’m coming softly, my mouth open, whimpers escaping my lips. Marcus has a picture, and he’s sent back proof of just how much he likes that picture. Then he rang me, and listened on the phone as I mewled his name.

“Fuck, stop that moaning’ or I’ll explode,” he murmurs down the phone.

“Marcus,” I whimper as my body jerks.

“Fuck.”

I love that fuck. I love his filthy mouth. Hell, I love him.

I slide the pink vibrating device from my body and turn it off. It’s silent on the other end of the phone, so I whisper, “Are you jerking off, Marcus Tandem?”

He snorts. “No.”

“Saving yourself for me? How romantic.”

“Jerked off last night,” he murmurs low. “Then this morning in the shower.”

Oh boy.

“Thinkin’ of your sweet cunt.”

My body trembles.

“Now go to sleep, I have to work.”

Sigh.

“Good night, Marcus,” I whisper, smiling happily. “I love you.”

He’s silent, like he always is when I say this. And he responds with the same thing he’s responded with from the start. He’s never said it back. I don’t think he knows how, so for now, I don’t push it.

“I know you do, Katia.”

With that, he hangs up.

~*~*~*~

MARCUS

My hand strokes over my cock and my forehead presses to the shower wall. Fuck, I miss my wife’s pussy. The woman drives me crazy, always happy and bubbly, seeing the best in people, but she’s got a sweet fuckin’ body. She also loves when I’m inside that body. I love the way she claws my back, sliding her body all over mine. Sweet. Worth the ring I put on her finger.

I don’t love her, but she’s proving easier to live with than I’d first thought. She’s oddly obedient, and looks at me like the damned sun shines out of my ass. I know she loves me; I’ve known it a long time. I hated it for the first few months, fuckin’ hated it, but in the end it doesn’t change anything. She can love me all she wants, if it makes her happy then so be it. I want her happy. 

I’m not that much of a jerk.

I groan deep as I explode into my own hand. It’s been more than a week since I’ve had her, and fuck, I need her. I lift my head off the cold tile, groaning as the last strands shoot into the water. I’m tired of hotel beds, tired of my hand, tired of shitty showers and crappy food. Once I’ve located Lucas’ second-in-charge, I’m out of here.

I don’t miss her, though. As cruel as that is, it’s nice to have time on my own. However I will be glad to get home and bury myself deep inside her.

That part is most definitely worth it.

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CHAPTER 8