Page 73 of The Puck Decoy

“You care about me?” I wonder aloud, knowing my question could send him into another spiral of silence, and I can see his body rocking back and forth on the spot, like he isn’t sure whether he should answer the question or run.

“You’re my best friend’s wife,” he replies simply, like that’s enough explanation in itself, and when I continue to stare at him in wonder, he adds, “Josh is the closest thing I have to family these days, the closest thing that counts anyway.” I can see how hard it is for him to admit that out loud, and I force myself to hold back the tears at whatever happened to him to make him this way.

“But you know the truth about us,” I dare to reply in a whisper, despite all the times he has seen something more than fake between Josh and I, he has known from the beginning that it was nothing more than a ruse.

We stare one another down, and I see his eyes trail over Josh’s jersey and blanket, at how comfy I am in his house, with his friends, his rings still wrapped around my finger, and he smirks. “I see everything,” is all he responds with a nod, before turning and heading into the kitchen without another word.

By the time the smell of bacon and pancakes has surrounded me, the rest of the house slowly comes to life. Levi is first, Daemon’s cooking making him like a bloodhound I have come to learn, before Landon slinks down beside him at the island, still half asleep. Neither of them grumble more than a goodmorning in my direction, as they sulk over their coffees and talk about heading home to see their families. Daemon is the only one staying home for Christmas, and though I invited him to spend the day with Josh and me at my parents’ house, he politely declined, and Josh told me not to push him on it.

When Josh finally strolls down the stairs, his eyes instantly land on me, his smile predatory, as he stalks towards me without a word. I open my mouth to say good morning, but his lips on mine rob me of anything other than being able to gasp into his mouth, as his tongue starts to stroke against mine. He kisses me like he wants to keep me, with nothing but possession and power, and I never want to be kissed by anyone but him ever again.

When we pull apart I find all three guys watching us, Landon with a smirk, Levi with worry, and Daemon with an intensity I can’t even begin to describe. Thankfully Josh ignores all of them, and heads into the kitchen to fetch us breakfast without me even moving from the chair.

I’m handed a plate of pancakes topped with sprinkles, and when I flick my stare towards Daemon in question, he shrugs with a blush. “It’s Christmas,” is all he responds, tucking into his own breakfast, as we all enjoy our food together.

Once we are done, all the guys disperse from the kitchen. Levi and Landon moving to get ready to head home, and Daemon because, well because he is Daemon.

I stay cocooned in my blanket in the chair, quietly reading on my phone, as Josh reaches me and gestures for me to let him in the chair with me. I don’t bother following his command because just as I expect, without even waiting for me to answer, he reaches down and picks me up, steals my spot, and then places me onto his lap effortlessly. He tucks the blanket back around us, and positions me on his lap sideways so he can nuzzle into my neck. I try to stay focused on my reading, I really do, but itseems that my fictional boyfriends are for once not as intriguing as my husband.

Especially when his hands start to run up and down my bare legs in slow, sensual strokes. When I look at him he is watching me closely, and I do my best not to squirm in his lap under his stare. I can feel his erection slowly growing against my ass, and I know the moment that he knows I feel it, because he smirks at me wickedly. My eyes flick back to my book with a focus I don’t currently possess, trying and failing to ignore him, but that only intrigues him more.

“What’s got you staring at that screen so hard, Hals?” he asks, kissing the side of my neck gently, as his hands start to brush up my inner thigh. When his eyes drop to my phone and he spies what I am looking at, they widen in surprise and delight. “Are you reading porn while sitting in my lap, Mrs. Peters?”

I blush furiously, yet still manage to keep my voice strong as I reply, “Technically I was reading it before I sat in your lap, you’re the one who disturbed me.” I’ve been reading for the last thirty-minutes as I enjoyed my pancakes and he and the guys chatted away in the kitchen none the wiser.

“Are you telling me you have been sitting here with my teammates all morning reading smut about…” his voice trails off as he takes in more of the words on my phone. “Wait, how many guys are there?” he asks, voice incredulous, as he reads a particularly spicy scene in the why choose romance I am currently in the middle of.

“Three guys,” I whisper, not because I feel self conscious, but because his hands are dangerously close to finding out just how much fun I have been having while sitting here. “She doesn’t pick, she is in a relationship with all of them.”

His eyes flick to mine as his hand tightens around my thigh. “At the same time?” I nod, making his eyes darken with lust. “Is that what you want, wife, three men worshiping you?” he asks,resuming his stroking on my leg, only this time he gets even higher, his fingers brushing against the damp lace of my panties. “Should I call my teammates down here and let them watch as I make you come?” he adds, slipping his fingers inside and groaning at how dripping wet I already am. “Fuck, I think you would like that,” he grits, massaging my pussy gently, and my eyes flick to the stairs in a panic.

“Joshua, they could come down at any minute,” I gasp, as he brushes his fingers against my clit.

“Isn’t that what you want?” he purrs, licking a strip of skin up my neck, and I tip my head back to give him more access.

“What happened to my jealous, psycho husband,” I pant, not wanting to be caught, yet not caring if we are. He is barely even touching me yet his fingers are like magic.

“Oh, no one is allowed to touch you, Tink, you belong only to me” he grumbles against my neck, licking and nipping at the skin there, as if he is imagining it’s my pussy. “But I’d let them listen to you scream my name while I make you fall apart.” He pairs his words with a gentle circling of my clit and I can’t keep in the moan that spills past my lips.

“Joshua, please” I pant, desperate for him to move his finger even faster, yet he continues to tease me until I feel like I am losing my mind.

“That’s it, baby, let them hear you beg,” he teases, rubbing my clit with his middle finger until I am writhing in his lap, my phone now being crushed between my fingers until I fear it might break.

I open my mouth to beg for more when footsteps start to thunder down the stairs, and then Landon appears, with Levi hot on his heels. They are both heading out to see their families, Landon to see his sister, and Levi to see his dad, both who don’t live too far from one another, so they are driving together. Theybarely even pay us any notice as they dump their bags at the door and head into the kitchen to grab some supplies for the road.

If it wasn’t for the blanket across our legs they would see my parted thighs, my pussy dripping as Josh glides his fingers through it. I try to clamp my legs together, to push him off, but all it does is send my husband wilder. His fingers pick up their pace, mixing between toying with my clit and sliding down to sink inside of me, all the while his friends talk back and forth in the kitchen, completely unaware.

“Look at them, Tink, they have no idea that I am playing with your pretty little cunt,” he whispers against my ear, making my entire body shudder. “Should I make you scream for me now? Should I let them hear how perfect you sound when you come?” My entire body burns beneath his touch, and I don’t think he will have much choice in making me come, I’m already halfway there.

With their focus in the pantry pulling out snacks, Josh moves me slightly so his hand can fully sink down with ease, as he slips his finger into my cunt all the way to the hilt, and then starts to slowly grind his palm against my clit. I hold back another moan, biting my lip so hard that I taste copper on my tongue, yet still I grind my hips against his hand.

“I can feel your pussy squeezing my finger, baby, do you like the idea of being watched, of being caught with your pussy all filled up?”

Fuck. Who the fuck taught him to speak like this?

His words have my brain short-circuiting as my body begins to tremble, but I think I’d rather die than have him stop touching me right now.

My cheeks start to heat and I feel his chuckle as he slips another finger deep into my pussy, praising me as I clench around him. “Such a good little wife.”

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