Sienna’s hand clasped mine before giving it a quick squeeze. It was her way of saying thank you without telling me so. “I’m stepping to see Kyle out, maybe even speak to him a little bit more, if you don’t mind…”
“Go on, you don’t need my permission.” It took every ounce of me to say it, although I knew it was time. I trusted my wife, so much so that I fought the urge to even go to the window and watch them converse. The old me would’ve gone rampant from being a jealous prick, but I knew I had to shed that old habit and be a man worthy of her. It was a difficult task, most especially since I kept counting down the seconds that ticked by, yet I’d rather hear it from her instead of spying on her.
Marriage had changed me. Last year, I would have thrown the gauntlet and caused strife between us. Now I realized those childish antics wouldn’t solve much of our problems.
Striding back to the living room, I headed straight towards the aperitif cart that held excellent whiskey and cognac. Choosing my favorite choice of cognac, it took three helpings until I heard the door open and shut, before Sienna’s footsteps echoed in the foyer.
“Babe?” she called out.
“In here. Just having a nightcap.”
I heard her sigh before coming into the room. “Well, that was a success.” There was something in her voice that indicated she was quite shocked.
“You sound surprised. Didn’t think I had it in me, did you?”
“I knew you did… I just never thought you’d stretch it as far as Kyle.” She spoke as she strode towards me until she stood on my side, and we ended up gazing at each other for a long moment. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I’m actually quite relieved that he was behaving himself. It’s obvious that he’s still madly in love with you, but as long as he doesn’t try and snatch you away from me, I have no problem with him being your friend.”
She gave me a warm smile before taking both of my hands and kissing my knuckles with her soft lips. “I’m lucky to have you on my side, and I love you even more for granting me this.”
My wife.
My only weakness.
She owned me—heart, body and soul.
“So… care to tell me what you two spoke about?” The question had been nagging on my mind, even though I had acted like everything was dandy.
She rolled her eyes, grinning wickedly at me. “Just couldn’t wait to get that out, could you?”
“A man can only endure so much torture, poppet.”
“Well…” she trailed off as she slowly strolled to the side of the living room, hips swaying provocatively, as if she was in some kind of sensual dance.
When this side of her came out to play, it never failed to hypnotize. My cock grew harder by the second, and the witch was making me lose my train of thought. All of my blood had mostly gone south, throbbing for something else entirely.
Bloody hell.
“Sienna?” I rasped out, needing her to answer before I pounced on her and shagged her senseless.
She bestowed me with her typical, beguiling smile that weakened my knees. “If you insist… We spoke about new things in our lives. How his parents are doing, who he’s dating, or if he’s interested in having a threesome with us. You know, that kind of thing.”
My throat hurt. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me.” She eyed me with dancing eyes. “That would spice everything up. Besides, I’ve always wondered what it would be like—”
Common sense absolutely deserted me as my ears grew hot. My heart tightened and everything else evaporated except for one purpose.
“Sienna!” I shrilled as I chased after her, but she kept walking away, almost running from me.
But I was much more agile than her, consequently I caught her, wrapping my arms around her hips as I demanded harshly in her ear for her to explain, needing her to clarify it for me.
“Blake!” she giggled as she tried to get away from me, which only infuriated me further.
“You’ve been dreaming about his cock, Sienna?” My fury took over, almost pushing me to the edge as I imagined what she wanted to do with her ex-lover. “Is that what this is all about? You wanting to fuck him again because you couldn’t seem to help yourself?” I hissed as I pushed her against the wall, caging her in to look her straight in the eye. I needed to see the truth, once and for all.
Worry started to settle in her features. Good, I thought as I sought her eyes. “You’ve been yearning for his cock all this time, my lovely, conniving wife?” I thundered into her face.
She opened her mouth, looking sorry, before she cast her gaze down so I couldn’t see the lies she bore in them. “Blake, I’m sorry. It started as a joke. I didn’t mean for you to get upset.”
“You think puncturing my heart is a bloody joke?” I ground out, losing my mind as I pictured them fucking again in the damn hotel room. “You know the kind of torment you put me through when it came to him, Sienna. You know,” I whispered, curbing the need to shake her.
“Babe, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize how deeply it affects you. It was a poor attempt, and I apologize. I never meant to hurt you at all.” She cupped my cheek as I looked away. She cupped my other cheek to force me to face her again before she slowly kissed me as she apologized at the same time. My heart sped up from having this intimate contact with her, but I was still absolutely infuriated to the point I wasn’t prepared to simply let it go yet.
His dress shirt. High heels and topsy-turvy hair. And that look that said it all the moment she walked into the apartment, looking thoroughly fucked.
The feeling of being stabbed—the same kind of emotions rolled off me, as if it had just occurred—seized me wholly. Needing to stop her from kissing me, I tried to slowly push her off, however she cupped both of her hands behind my skull and kissed me explicitly.
“Kiss me back, damn it!”
“No,” I gritted out, not ready to play the doting and loving husband to her just yet. She needed to be taught a lesson; that she couldn’t conjure such poor jokes to see my reaction. I would never inflict such idiotic puns just to get her riled up. We were better than that, or so I had thought. “This is enough—”
“No.” She fought me back, harder this time. “I’m not letting go until you’ve forgiven me. If it’s going to take hours of kissing, I don’t care. I said I was sorry!”