Page 54 of The Puck Decoy

After a slight altercation in the locker room, which I managed efficiently enough, I hauled him back to the house and locked us both away in his room, only coming out for food and nothing else. I knew if I left him to go back to Hallie, then Daemon would just go out and hunt for a vice that would only ruin him. So instead, I grabbed us a bottle of whiskey, tossed him his sketchbook, and then sat on his floor until his black became a little more gray.

By the time the sun came up this morning, I could tell he was back to his usual self, and though he didn’t say it, he was grateful for my presence. We had a quiet breakfast together, and when I felt comfortable enough to leave him alone, it was almost time for the weekly dinner with my parents, which means I haven’t seen Hallie since I kissed her. Which is how I find myself idling by the curb to pick her up before heading over to their house.

I’m not sure why I feel nervous. I mean, this is Hallie we are talking about, we’ve been friends forever. Except we aren’t friends right now, not really, especially not after I kissed her. Fuck, why the hell did I kiss her?

Just as that thought resonates, she steps out of the house, looking as stunning as always, and every other thought in my mind disappears as I step out of the car to greet her. “Well, Mrs. Peters, don’t you look beautiful today.”

Her eyes scan me from head to toe in wonder before she smirks. “I wish I could say the same, Joshua, but you look like shit,” she tells me, reaching the car and waiting for me to open the door for her.

“Always a pleasure to converse with you, Tink,” I laugh, opening the door and then stepping aside to let her in as I add, “Besides, I think I look pretty good considering I slept on the floor all night.”

She brushes past me, her sweet candy scent lingering all around me as she muses, “You mean Daemon didn’t invite you to share his bed? What a shame, I bet that could have been a lot of fun.” The look in her eye is nothing short of flirtatious, as I slam the door and round the car, climbing inside.

“Contrary to popular belief, Hals, the only person who likes to violate me in bed is you,” I tell her, pulling on my seatbelt.

“Oh you have no idea,” she mutters under her breath, before she turns to me and asks, “How is Daemon? Is there anything I can do to help?”

If she wasn’t already one of my favorite people on the planet then this would do it, because of the selfless way she cares about other people. Hell, we are only in this situation right now because of how much she cares about Maddie and I, and that includes putting up with the bullshit dinner we are on our way to right now.

“Hallie, I appreciate you for saying that, but unfortunately there isn’t anyone who can truly help Daemon at the moment, not yet anyway.” I don’t voice out loud that I’m not sure that anyone will ever be able to help him, because that thought is just too sad.

By the time we make it to my parents’ house, I have forgotten the woes of my friend's childhood, and am faced with the ones of my own. I park my car in its usual spot, gripping the wheel in frustration at having to even be here, as Hallie rubs her hand on my shoulder.

“Come on, twenty-two, we will be in and out before you even know it.” She pats my arm, and then climbs from the car before I can even respond, forcing me to do the same.

Meeting me on the other side, she holds out her hand for me to take, and I do, pulling her into my side and tugging on my tie, as I prepare for the usual onslaught of comments from my father. Yet when I look at my wife, all the stress and anger building up inside of me dissipates. My heart stops thundering in my chest, and instead, all I see is her.

“In and out before I know it,” I agree, taking a deep breath to settle myself, before I turn to her and add, “Just one more thing first.” Then I am on her, pushing her up against the side of my car, and capturing her mouth with mine, her gasp allowing me to slip my tongue past her lips instantly.

Our mouths move in tandem with one another, our kiss like a volcano finally getting to erupt, as I pour myself into her. I kiss her like I’m starving, and she kisses me back the same, rolling her body against mine, and I can feel my dick hardening in my pants, as she moans onto my lips. My hands roam up and down her curves, wishing that I could just take her here and now, as I let my fingers slip between us and trail up her inner thigh.

“Josh,” she gasps, making my dick go from half-mast to fully stiff in a second, just as my fingers graze against her panties, finding them already damp.

Fuck.

I rub tiny circles against the fabric, leaving her panting and moaning into my mouth, as I swallow every delicious sound that slips past her lips until her body is shaking. Only then do I let my fingers slip into the fabric and graze against her bare pussy, relishing in how soaked she is for me.

“Fuck, Tink, who knew you’d be such a good girl for your husband,” I muse, slowing down my movements until she is trying to chase more friction with her hips. “Ah, ah, we are going to be late for dinner if I let you come.” I pull my hand away from her, and the groan she lets out is ungodly.

“And you are going to be punched in the dick if you don’t,” she whines, looking up at me with her pupils completely blown out in a daze, and all I can do is smile.

She has never looked better, and I can’t wait to get her home and lay her out like my own personal feast, and it’s with that thought in mind that I bring my wet fingers up to my mouth and lick them clean. “Mmm, tastes like mine.”

“You’re such an asshole,” she snaps, pushing me away and fixing her skirt, before moving to storm around the car and up to the house.

I quickly catch up with her, pulling her hand back into mine. “And yet for some reason you married me, sounds like you’re the problem,” I toss back similar words to which she once said to me, and her eyes snap to mine, a mixture of lust and anger swirling in them.

“God I hate you, Joshua Peters.”

“No you don't, Hallie Rose Peters.”

We make our way into the house, and are guided to the table where we find my mother, father, grandmother, and sister, all sitting in an unbearable silence. I used to try and keep the flow of conversation going, but I have found that in recent weeks I have no desire to be part of their bullshit show anymore.

“Josh, darling, there you are,” my mother coos, always trying to keep the charade of our family life together. “I hope you’re hungry.”

My eyes stray only to my wife as I respond, “Oh I am starving.” Making my new wife blush, and all I can think about is seeing the rest of her body stained that color.

“Good, then let’s eat,” my father booms, and I swear that not even he can ruin my mood today.

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