Page 154 of Unhinged

Chapter 25

“Amos, I need to talk to Simone.”

“You know she quit, don’t you?”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“What happened?”

“She saw me with another woman, just talking. And she took it as more and left.”

“You need to put an end to this. You fell in love with our lovely Simone. Just admit it.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to lose her. I bought rings. I need your help. Like a witness to make it more real. You can hold them for me.”

“Well done, Greg. I would love to be your ring bearer and best man hybrid.”

“Why do you have to say shit like that and ruin my opinion of you again?”

“I assume that’s what I’m here for.”

As soon as Amos closes the bedroom door, I dive for Simone, kissing her like I’ve been deployed overseas.

Catching my breath, I go to her neck and cup her right tit through her shirt. I pay more attention to this one since that fucker molested it. She lifts her shirt, giving me access, and I’m here for it. She holds my hand and scrapes my wedding ring over her nipple. Her skin is like satin, and her nipple is diamond hard. She gasps, “Oh, Greg. Your ring. So hot.”

“Fuck yes, Mrs. Rodwell.” I rub my ring over her nipple more. It’s so firm I could probably play music with it like strumming a guitar. I suppose I don’t know how to do that.

When I take it into my mouth, she moans and writhes against me. “I need you inside me. As my husband. My soulmate. I knew it too.”

I let go of her tit. “When did you know I was yours?”

“I knew it for sure on our wedding night.”

“Maybe I am denser than a lead coffin or obtuse like Amos says.”

She shakes her head against mine. “You’re perfect. Hadley’s best friend is my soulmate.”

“I’m all yours.”

Simone sits back with a big grin. “I guess I stole you from her?”

“I was never hers to steal, so no. I gave myself to you. We were meant to be.”

“I fucking love that.”

“Just promise me you don’t want Tesco. I stood by once, but never again. This time, I won’t go down without a fight. I would die for you, but I’d rather kill for you.”

Simone throws her arms around my neck and kisses me, saying, “I promise. I loved you then. I want you so damn bad. Please say you have a condom. I don’t.”

“I do.” I twist out of her arms to tear off my Cole Haan boots and then stand to pull out my wallet. My ring catches on my back pocket, and I grin. I’m now indisputably Simone’s husband. I just have to get my life in gear. It’s not about me anymore. It’s us.

Simone takes off her pajamas until she’s down to pink lacy underwear. As I push down my underwear, I say, “Ditch those. If not, I’ll tear them off.”

“I might like that. But these are expensive, so not this time.” I watch her remove them, and her gold belly ring catches the light. Damn, my wife is sexy, and everything she does is hot as fuck. I need to play softball with her again. Watching her at bat and catching a fly ball made for excellent spanking material, but now it’d get me worked up to fuck the real thing.

Simone lies down, and I grab the rubber. After fucking her without one, I feel deprived of that part of her. Maybe a vasectomy is the best way to go. Or maybe she could get one of those implant things. Or both. I suppose we’ll have to revisit that soon. I don’t want her pregnant at her graduation. Or ever. I’ve had enough close calls for my lifetime.

I get on the bed and hover above her. She lifts her impatient hips, and I trace my finger over her fading purple temple. The rage threatens to throw me out of our moment, so I kiss her.

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