Page 176 of Unhinged

“I feel the same way. I don’t know how to have a good marriage. I never thought I’d get married to care.”

She sighs. “Ultimately, I want you to be happy.”

I shake my head, taking a deep breath. “How in the fuck do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Change my mind, open my eyes, and hammer home the truth. You’re right about all of it. I’d be a fraud. I want to be truthful and forthcoming and be as real as I can get. After figuring out where to live, I’ll regularly see a shrink while in school. I want you to be there with me.”

I wipe tears from Simone’s cheeks as she whispers, “Okay. I want to help you.”

“I know you do.”

“What do we do while here? Work at the bar?”

“Amos will give me a paralegal job here. If somewhere else, he’ll help me. I know this without even asking him. That fucker is always good to me. It pisses me off that I never offend him.”

We laugh, but then her eyes tear up more. “I’m afraid we’ll never see each other, and you’ll find someone who is…more mature.” Simone ruefully smiles, but I know it’s not a small problem when she doesn't look at me.

“That’ll never happen.” I bring her hand to my lips. “I’m pretty sure that’s one time Amos would maim me.”

Simone sighs. “Maybe.”

“We’ll sleep next to each other every night. We’ll be okay.”

“Promise?” she whispers, looking up at me with clear blue eyes.

I nod, mesmerized by her as my hand goes to her cheek. “It’s my vow to you.”

She pulls on my T-shirt. “I know why you wore Prince. You’re my prince.”

“Fuck, yeah, princess.”

Simone reaches up to put her hand over mine and plays with my wedding ring. “You’re going to be the sexist prosecutor.”

“Will I?”

She nods with another sad smile. “And hot damn, Hispanic too. I won’t say who that reminds me of, but he’s Mexican.” Simone giggles at my sudden frown.

“Good. Don’t.”

“Women will fall all over you, especially seeing this. It’s like a dare to ride your cock.” She tugs on my ring, and the feeling nails my groin.

“I don’t do dares. Not my thing. Neither is whoring around. I only want one woman to ride it.” I dip to her neck, inhaling her perfume, and I harden against her crotch.

She moans lightly. “You in these sweats are a goddamn turn-on.” Her hand stops at my waistband, and I push it to my growing dick.

“Simone, I always want you to touch me, jerk me, suck me, or fuck me. Whenever and wherever. I’m all yours.” I pant in her ear. “You’re so damn hot.” I remove my wallet and phone from my pockets, set them on the bench, and then grab her ass and push her against my hard-on. I reach over and pull a towel from a nearby hanging shelf. As I drape it over my shoulder, I shift her so I can lean my back against the wall and turn her to face the mirrors. Simone scowls at her reflection and instantly tries to adjust her hair. I return to her ear as I put my thumbs into her waistband.

“What are you doing?” Her voice shakes as I push down her pants and underwear.

Against her ear, I whisper, “I owe you an orgasm.”

She gasps and glances at the door’s reflection. “What about your sisters finding us in here?”

“They won’t, but the door is unlocked if that adds to the thrill.” It’s locked. I’m no daredevil.

When her pants are at her knees, I toss the towel onto her underwear and then pull her back to my chest. Her quick breaths match mine as we watch ourselves in a mirror. I lift her sweater and bra with both hands, and holding it with one, I clutch her right tit, rolling it in my hand. Her nipple is rock hard, and I flick it with my thumb. Simone pants, “Fuck.” I drag my other hand back and forth over her left nipple as I hold her sweater. Her hands go to my forearms, but as I flick and rub her nipples faster, she drops her right hand and plays with her clit.

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