Page 54 of My Wife

When he died, I wondered. It was all so… staged. That’s what confused the Little Falls police. Enough blood to make it obvious he couldn’t survive, his car hidden but not really, the ID and phone left behind so they could figure out who their victim was… but no body. No motive. Just a missing man who never really was missing at all.

I never cheated again. I know they say that once a cheater, always a cheater, but Clay was it for me. If I can believe him, I was it for him.

And now, all these years later, he’s invited Tommy into our game. Because of his own regrets? Or because he’s trying to give me everything I wanted back then to make up for walking away five years ago?

They planned this. Clay watched me from the shadows, and Tommy was always there so, even if I did want to find another guy, they wouldn’t have let me. And to prove that they mean it when they say that they’ve come to the agreement to share me, Clay’s offering me the one thing I asked for way back then: a threesome with both of the men I loved.

And I’m such a glutton for punishment that I’m suddenly so aroused, Ihurt.

Tommy takes a hesitant step toward me. He sees the look of pain twisted my face and gets the totally wrong idea. He thinks I’m rejecting him when, God fucking damn it, I’m already imagining him thrusting inside of me as Clay works his cock back into my ass.

And then he gives me that old puppy-dog look, like he’s begging at my feet, waiting to see if he’ll get a treat… or get kicked. “Cyn. I… Listen. If you don’t want to be with me… if you can’t know that you know the truth?—”

Fury replaces the want and need rushing through my veins. Thanks, Tommy. I needed the reminder that you’re a liar, just like my husband.

“Which truth?” I ask, turning my venom on him. “That you’ve been fucking Summer behind my back? Or that you knew my husband was alive and never told me?”

Tommy’s eyes go wild. “She knew, Cyn. I don’t know how she found out. Only Clay and me were supposed to know. She would’ve told?—”

And thatexcusesit?

“I don’t care. You cheated on me.” Hypocritical Cyn, but I don’t give a shit. “You said you loved me and you were withher.”

Tommy sends a killing look at Clay. My husband shrugs as if to say that this is Tommy’s shitshow, even if Clayisthe one who told me about Tommy and Summer.

He grits his teeth. “I wore a condom every time. I scrubbed her off of me. I never came home to you with her on me, Cyn. I fucking swear it. It was like using a damn fleshlight. That’s how much she meant to me.”

When I don’t say anything, he surges forward, taking my head in his hands, forcing me to see the sincerity—and the insanity—in his deep blue eyes.

“You’re the only one who does. Who ever has. There isn’t anything I won’t do for you.”

Including Summer fucking Kaye.

“Did you fuck her on the island?” I whisper.

He shakes his head with such force, mine follows along with it. “What? No. Why do you think she was so bitchy the whole time? She kept trying to sneak away from Tyler for a quickie, but I couldn’t even fake it. Not when I was so close to getting rid of her for once and for all.”

Jerking out of Tommy’s hold, I search for Clay.

He holds up his hands, careful not to spill the lube. “I didn’t see what they were doing, babe. Remember? I was too busy fuckingyou.”

Tommy winces again. I glare at Clay. “I thought you were Tommy.”

Clay’s answering grin is cocky. “Did you really?”

He’s not going to get me to admit that, half-asleep, when it was over—maybe in the middle of it—I fantasized that it was Clay. Because I knew? Because, somehow, I sensed that the man fucking me was my husband, not my boyfriend?

“It doesn’t matter?—”

“Oh, Cyn, but itdoes. You see, Tommy is so wound up, poor guy’s going to fucking explode. He wouldn’t let Summer touch him. And you… well, you thought you already did. But the truth is that Tommy hasn’t gotten laid since we’ve been on the island together. You’ve spent the last two years with him. I’ve watched you together, biding my time, waiting my turn. He’s twenty-eight. Prime of his fucking life. You think he can go days without getting off when he has such a tempting girlfriend as Cynthia Rivers?”

Oh, Clay. If he really has been watching me, we both know damn well that I dropped his name after I accepted he was gone. I’m Cynthia Preston, and IwasTommy’s girlfriend… and now I don’t know what I am.

Halo Island has a habit of stealing from me. Now I feel like I’ve lost the core of who I was even as Clay watches me, waiting for me to deny everything else he just said.

When I don’t, his expression turns to one of triumph. He nods at Tommy. “Drop your pants. Take out your cock. Let her see.”

Not even an ounce of hesitation about removing his pants in front of Clay. Tommy unbuttons his jeans, unzips, then shoves both his pants and his boxer briefs down past his ass.

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