Page 43 of Deceit

“But, Bish, that’s—”

“Shhh…” I let my fingers trail upward, attempting to loosen her up like I always used to do, but I haven’t touched her in months.

From time to time, I can’t help myself. I’m deathly attracted and slightly plagued with my wife.

An ordinary person would say that’s slightly normal.

A decent human being would give me some sort of advice to carry her close and work out our kinks.

But I’m a walking fiasco of closed-up feelings, pent-up anger, and a raging hard-on for the blonde at my side.

I’m a fucking nut job to put it bluntly.

And with Emmy being here, in my old home, where the memories flood in and drown me, I also need something to keep me grounded.

And the fucked up thing is she’s it right now.

“Tell me what you’re doing on that laptop, Princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” she half-ass snaps through a glare, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “It’s Em or Emmy. Emmy Lou, if you want to go—”

“You like to argue too much with me,” I retort flatly, studying her bottom lip way too intently. “And since you were so adamant on helping, what have you been doing?”

“Get away from me, and I’ll tell you.” She spits the words out like they’re going to do something.

I’m not Crackhead Chuck. I’m definitely not Kyson and his sweet-natured persona that plays out for her non-stop.

I’m her asshole husband who likes to piss her off to the point of blacked-out fury because make-up sex with her is off the charts.

Except that wasbeforeshe and I blew up, and then I proceed to fuck it up with Blue.

“I’m comfortable right here,” I answer truthfully. Having Emmy pressed up against me and the side of the couch has my body responding to some bodily desire that I’m solely going to need to obtain on my own tonight. “Well?”

“Holyfuck!” Chuck suddenly slams his palm on the table, causing Emmy to jolt in surprise. The dumbass leans back in his chair, wiggling his nose, clearly just taking a line of whatever the hell Blue has. “Fuck, man, that’s good shit.”

“Wait until it kicks in.” Blue pulls down on the side of her nose and wiggles it. “They call it ‘seduce’.”

Chuck’s brow slowly rises over his glasses. “Yeah?” Licking his thin bottom lip, the dorky appearing fucker straightens his spine and puffs out his chest. “I mean…I might not be a big dude, but I have a pretty pleasing cock.”

Emmy promptly snorts outwardly, drawing the attention of both Blue and Chuck.

“What are you laughing about?” Chuck pipes up, furrowing his brows as if that was the worse kind of insult she could’ve thrown at him. “You wanna see?”

“Oh, God, no,” Emmy replies dramatically. “I’ve seen all I need to tonight.”

“Such as?” Blue presses, raking her red locks back with her fingers. “Oh, I forgot we’re in the presence of Hampton royalty.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Em seizes through her teeth. “Your backstory doesn’t conclude for you to have to act like a whore.”

Blue smirks at her. “Because I like sex, I’m a whore?” She purposely flicks her eyes to me. “I’m okay with that. Your man doesn’t seem to mind either.”

Emmy slams the screen of her laptop down before it’s suddenly hurled into my gut. I grunt from the corner of it, and before another second goes by, she’s on her feet. Her perfect ass next comes into view covered in those tight as fuck blue jeans.

It’s like forbidden fruit. I just want to sink my teeth and cock in it.

“You’ve been on that kick for a long time, Blue. If you want him,have him, no one claimed shit.”

My attention slices up to the back of her head. That comment promptly irritating me when it clearly shouldn’t.

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