Page 48 of With Love

Marshall

Standing in the shower, I let the hot stream of water bead off of my body. I didn’t even try to cool down with a cold shower. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Picturing the way Adrienne looked when she was straddling me, her perfect tits in my face. Her juices coating my cock felt so amazing and I hadn’t even been inside of her yet. I grab ahold of my cock and start pumping. My knees begin to weaken with the weight of my lust, I sit down on the built-in bench so I don’t fall over.

Tightening the grip on my cock, increasing the speed of my movements, I am just as close to coming now as I was then. Remembering the way my tongue felt on her skin as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. The way that it made her skin break out into goosebumps everywhere. The way that her pussy felt squeezing my fingers. The way her arousal creeped down my hand the closer she got to letting go.

That last thought has me exploding, spraying a stream of cum halfway across the shower before mixing with the water and sliding down the drain. I turn the water off and sit there for a while, trying to calm my breathing, while the steam swirls in the air around me.

I am exhausted. I’ve only gotten myself off a few times in the past few years, but it was nothing compared to this. This time, it nearly felt like it used to when Adrienne and I were together. I want to be with her again so bad I can’t stand it. All I want is her. Pain or no pain. Kink or no kink. I don’t care. Whatever she wants. Whatever she needs, I’ll give it to her.

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While waiting on the sofa in the family room for Adrienne to finish showering and getting dressed, footsteps begin to sound out from the hallway behind the kitchen. Silently, I pray that it’s Lucy, but the closer they get, the stronger they are. It’s Owen. I don’t look up from the paperwork that I am going through as I hear him enter the room.

I can tell when he sees me, because his footsteps come to a halt. He isn’t still for long, his feet start moving again, leading him to the set of stairs just next to the area where I’m sitting.

“She’s busy,” I state from the sofa, not looking up from what I’m reading.

He stops, but doesn’t turn around. I can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

“You know,” I say, finally lifting my head from the papers in my hand. “I told her you could stay as long as it didn’t interfere with her safety. You’re quite the hot head. Judging by the fact that you’ve come after me several times so far, it seems as though you have a very short fuse. It may be time for you to start working on other living arrangements.”

“I would never lay a hand on her.” Turning on the steps, he heads back down before crossing the room and faces me from the other side of the coffee table. He has a nasty scowl on his face and his hands are balled up into fists.

“So you say.”

“I never have and I never will.”

“Well, you don’t trust me. Why the fuck should I trust you?” I pause, impatiently waiting for him to think of some bullshit reason. All the while, still sitting, showing him that his defensive stance and the fact that he is towering over me doesn’t affect me in the least.

“I was there for her every step of the way when she was stuck with Lock. Me. Not you. It wasn’t my fault that she was there, was it?”

“Not in the beginning, no.” I take a deep breath. “But, it was your fault that she was there for such an extended period of time, right?”

“Of course not! You know that I was trying everything I could in order to get her out of there. That was the only thing that mattered, but I didn’t want to risk us getting caught. That was the most important thing of all.”

“Why couldn’t Travis and his team locate Lock when he went out of the country with her?”

“I told you, he has high tech security teams all over the world. I have no idea why you couldn’t find them. Maybe your guy, Travis, needs to up his game. Come up to the big leagues.”

“So, what’s interesting is the fact that Adrienne mentioned that she’s never left the country before. Not that she remembers anyway. She also mentioned that she rarely even left his estate.” I pause, staring him straight in the eyes without even a hint of a twitch or a blink or anything else that could be misconstrued for weakness.

Owen, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to possess the amount of control it takes to hide such deceit.

Just as I am getting ready to lay him out, the sound of a door closing upstairs breaks our concentration. I look up toward the second story and I see the beautiful face of my wife looking down at me.

“Hey guys,” she says with a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes.

“Hey, I was just getting ready to come see you. Did you want to go for a walk?” Owen asks with a smile on his face.

“Actually, Marshall and I talked about watching a movie. Do you want to join us? That’s okay with you, right?” she looks at me and I smile. I do want to watch a movie with her. I want to stay on this sofa all day, holding her close and watching movies with her. But there is something else that I want to do. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and I think this is the perfect time to put my plan into action. Especially after what happened earlier. I don’t ever want her questioning how I feel about her. It’s time to show her that.

“Actually, I just remembered that I do have some errands to run today. So, why don’t I leave the movie-watching to you guys?”

“Oh,” Adrienne says, disappointed. “Do you want company? I could come with you.”

Owen’s smile at me leaving, quickly changes back to an angry scowl.

“No, actually, there are some things that I need to take care of by myself. I’m sorry sweetheart. I really wish you could come with me.” Walking over to her, I place my hands on her cheeks and give her a kiss on the lips.

“I’ll miss you,” she says, missing the over-animated eye roll from Owen.

“You too,” I give her one last kiss before heading upstairs to get my keys. I text Travis on the way and tell him where to meet me.

Tomorrow, it’s time for Adrienne to start remembering... everything.

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