Page 72 of Kneeling to Candy

Doing an about-face, I stride the few doors down the hall.

Without thinking, I open the door to Candy’s old room. Red has left, and all that remains are her things mixed with Candy’s belongings—belongings that no longer belong in this space.

My feet carry me to the walk-in closet. I flip the switch and find one side with Candy’s things, and the other with Red’s.

The word boundaries rolls around in my head as I raise the sleeve of one of Candy’s sweaters to my nose, breathing in her lingering bubble gum fragrance.

It’s too late for establishing boundaries. She fucked me, let me eat the cream between her legs, and slept in my arms. More importantly, the woman is my wife, making her my woman in name and law.

Pissed at me or not, she’s mine.

Mine to love. Mine to hold. Mine to keep.

And it’s about time I drive that point home to Candy.

She can hide from me for the moment. But when the day ends—after we’ve aired our grievances—she’ll be resting in our bed, in our room, with me lying beside her. No more of this her space, my space bullshit.

Ripping hangers from the bar, I fill my arms with her belongings and transport them across the hall to the closet in our room.

I’m overstepping big time. She’ll rage, and I’ll let her.

As long as she’s in my space, sharing it with me, I’ll take her lashings.

Hell, I’m kind of looking forward to seeing how she’ll take it out on me. My cock looks forward to it.

Ignoring my stiffening dick, I continue to move loads of clothes from Candy’s old room into ours. I’m on my third trek back to our suite when I run into Tank and Ziggy in the hallway.

“Butch?” Ziggy asks, with a raised eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Not stopping, I muscle my way through them. “You’re smart, Zig. Figure it out.”

The two of them follow me as I place the load of Candy’s clothes opposite mine in our closet.

“Uuuh,” Tank muses aloud, scratching his big head. “It looks like you’re moving your woman in, right?”

Dick that I am, I pat his chest as I pass him out of the closet. “Gold star, Marine. I’m sure I can find some crayons around here for you to chew on as a reward for your clever observation.”

“I like crayons,” Tank says, smiling proudly like a schoolboy before his face morphs into a scowl. “Wait a second. Are you poking fun at me?”

“No time to explain it to you, Crayola boy. As you can see, I’m busy.”

My best friend is not as amused with my antics. Ziggy follows me, hot on my heels. “Butch, you’ve got to be shitting me. Moving Candy into your room without her knowledge won’t do you any favors.”

“Whoa!” Tank chuckles. “She doesn’t know? Talk about taking control of the situation. I like it.”

He glances down the hall at Ebony’s door, his expression one of longing. “I’d do it, too, if I didn’t fear Eb cutting off my cock in my sleep.”

“My cock is already Candy’s to do with as she wishes.” I grab another armful of clothes, retreating from the room. “And I expect she will.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because she’s mine,” I declare heatedly. “She belongs in my space with me.”

Ziggy gets in front of me, blocking my path. “Bro, I get you’re pissed with her going over your head. Rightly so. However, you seem to be a little skull-fucked at the moment. Let me break it down for you. This isn’t the way to handle an argument with your partner. You can’t be making final decisions regarding your living arrangements without including Candy’s preferences.”

“I beg to differ. I think this is the perfect time to push forward. She’s already mad at me. Might as well do all the things that’ll piss her off in one blow. Gets all the unpleasant shit out of the way.”

My best friend gives me a pointed look. “Bro, she’s not the type to roll over and take it.”

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