Page 11 of Swamp Kings 2

“He has uncles that can babysit.”

He shook his head, not liking this bullshit. “This world of ours is on the brink of destruction and we’re all wanting to go tomarriageclasses?” he cried, looking at her. “You reallydon’t see just howfuckingmoronic that is?” He watched her face slowly fall. “Baby,” he soothed, hurrying to her. “What in the world do we need these classes for? You know I’m obsessed with you, I know you’re obsessed with me.”

Her expression snapped to pissed. “Do you?”

He paused, angling his head at the clear challenge. “Do I what?”

Her eyes widened. “KnowI’m obsessed with you? What exactly gives you that idea?”

They stared at one another as he contemplated the puzzle.

“You seem to forget the hell I’ve come from,” she marveled to which he shook his head.

“I wouldneverforget that.”

“You think I need you? That I can’t live without you?” she further dared.

The questions were so left field, he wasn’t sure how to define their puzzle shapes. “Why the fuck are you asking this? What does this have to do with marriage classes?”

“You act like you know me, know what I feel and think but, how could you? Do we talk about those things? Wefuck,yes,” she said, nodding. “But am I notmorethanfuckingto you? I damn well am more than fucking, I know this, but do you? Do you think you’ve got some magical cock that has me spellbound, that I don’t go to sleep at night wondering how I’m going to ever scale that wall you put up around you? You can’t answer these questions because you don’t even know they exist. Well, they do exist,” she nodded a lot. “Plus, a lot more. I want in,” she demanded, her arms crossing with this new adamance. “I want inside that mile high, mile thick wall of yours. I want to be where my husband hides. Maybe I want to hide with him there, maybe I want to see why he’s hiding, maybe I want to… give his monsters a piece of my mind, maybe even a… knuckle sandwich.”

He watched her pace before him in that indignant fury, not missing the tremble in her limbs while her words tickled at his biggest, baddest locks. As usual, he found her fury so…fuckingadorable, especially when she pretended it washershe cared about and not him.

“Are you just going to standthere?” she pled, hands on her hips.

“What happens if I say no, Mary? To these marriage classes?”

Her arms seemed to get tangled when she tried to rapid-fold them over her chest. “The rule says we have to attend,” she informed again, more adamantly.

He stared at her, fighting to hold back his smile. “And what happens if Istillsay no?”

“Well, I guess I’ll take matters into my own hands, then.”

His cock lurched at that deliciouschallenge. “Oh really.”

She gave sharp nods with her, “Ohreally.”

He made his way to the small sofa, his cock hard as steel as he sat… then stared at her. Standing there in her little frumpy, wifey, red field of wild-flower dress.“Tell me what you hope to gain with these… marriage classes. Mary. Do you think they hold the keys to that mile high, mile thick wall you perceive around me?”

Her foot tapped nervously now. Arms still locked in place, obstinance glued so very fast to her pretty, fighting face. “I think it could teach us both things we could stand to learn.”

“What on earth makes you think that?” he softly asked.

“Well, I have the outline of the class, for one. I’m notprayingthis stuff into thin air.The classes cover important things like communication in times of crisis, and triggers, and the importance of emotional and physical affection etcetera.”

He moved to the opening of his jeans and undid them, ready to make a deal. Her eyes lowered, immediately locked in on the coming bargain. “I tell you what, Mary,” he said, pushing them down all the way to his ankles then taking hold of his cock in his right hand. “You come here and sit next to me while I jack off. And tell me more about these classes. And if you can convince me, we’ll go. How about that?”

She swallowed and he was sure he heard it from across the room. He sure heard the conversation her blue eyes were having with his cock. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head and prying her gaze off his dick. “One of the… bullet points in the class is taking care of the emotional things before the physical.”

“Was that for my heart or my cock, Mary?”

Her gaze flew back up to his. “Your… heart,” she whispered.

“And whathappens if my heart is in my cock?”

She wet her lips, watching his fist move slowly along his dick, unlocking her arms while holding one of them. “Then… we can figure out how to… untangle them.”

He opened his knees as wide as he could, cupping his balls with his other hand. “Why do you think my heart doesn’t belong in my cock?”

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