Page 24 of Married in Misty Mountain

“Why are you so mad?”

I turn to her, and I can’t explain what happens next. Her flashing, angry eyes. Her full, frowning lips, her brow drawn together in annoyance and confusion…and then everything she described to Ella, implying we fucked in every corner of the room. The way my cock presses against the zipper of my trousers. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

Before I have time to reconsider what I’m doing, I’m hauling my wife away from the employee entrance to the store, and into a shadowy area between the brick wall and the rows of pallets. I back her against the brick wall, cup her face, and press my lips against hers.

She gasps in shock, but then grips the front of my shirt as she licks her sweet tongue into my mouth.

Suddenly, she pulls back, that annoyed look still on her face. My cock twitches.

“You make a lot of sense on paper, but in practice?”

“Shenna,” I growl. “Shut up.”

Our mouths crash together, a riot of tongues and lips and teeth. Her nails dig into my chest.

“You’re so full of shit,” she hisses when I break away briefly, cupping her face and stroking her cheek with my thumb.

“I know.”

“You thinking that you’re ruining me for true love is just as fucked up and puritanical as everything that cult stood for in the first place.”

“Yeah?” I unzip her hoodie and snake my hand inside, enjoying the warmth of her skin beneath the hem of her tee shirt.

“Yes. You’re saying I should be a pure, untouched virgin when I fall in love with the right man.”

I smirk and ease my hand higher, my thumb brushing the bottom of her bra. “Well, when you put it that way…”

“And furthermore, you wanna talk about cult shit?”

“Not really.”

“You’re not somehow more evolved than me just because you left as a kid. I’d say there’s plenty you haven’t dealt with yet because you can’t seem to talk about anything that happened to you.”

I’m fully cupping her breast now. Her pretty nostrils flare. “Are you finished?”

She nods.

I press my mouth against her, and her body melts into mine.

Her skin is hot as my mouth blazes a trail down her neck.

Shenna’s thigh rubs against the outside of my leg, driving me deeper into madness.

My hands reach between us, and I work her jeans open. I slide the fingers of one hand down the front, and claim what’s mine.

Her body twitches as she lets out a small moan. “Oh…”

“You’re not wearing panties, Shenna.”

“Astute observation.” She moans louder as I work my fingers between her pussy lips.

“Oh!”

I stifle her sexy moans with a searing kiss.

She shivers as my other hand squeezes her tit, while I kiss up and down her neck.

“Hurley…”

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