Page 57 of Sex. Love. Marriage.

Maybe I didn’t say that, but I can be. Like now. Just wait.

I find Kelly next to Jayden, Gretchen’s son, and his delinquent group of friends. They’re drooling over Ashlynn for sure, but it’s one kid’s attention on Catwoman I have a problem with. He puts his arm around my wife and whispers something in her ear.

Yeah, not cool.

Judging by the flush of her cheeks and the glossy eyes peeking through the mask on her face, she’s drunk. Leaning against the makeshift wall of the haunted house, I watch them for a moment. There’s nothing wrong with a little flirting, right? It wouldn’t hurt for her to get some attention from a younger guy to let her know just how hot she is.

In theory, that’s all fine. In my reality… it’s not. It doesn’t sit well with me, and the more this little shit touches my wife, the more possessive I get and fight the urge to rip the kid’s arm off her.

Kelly notices me about a minute later, her eyes narrowing in the distance. I’m standing in the shadows, barely noticeable but she sees me. She smiles but doesn’t move away from the kid.

I cross my arms over my chest and smile back. Then I give a nod to the haunted house. Kelly hates haunted houses, but I think she’s just drunk enough she might go in it with me.

She smiles at the kid with his arm wrapped around her and then moves away from him. He protests and reaches for her hand. “Where do you think you’re going?” the kid has the nerve to ask.

Jayden steps forward and says something to the kid and nods to me. With a scowl, the kid’s eyes drift to mine, and he lets go of her, his palms raised toward me.

That’s right, you little fucker. She’s taken.

Kelly reaches me, smiling, laughter on her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. In the next moment, her tongue sweeps over my lips, silently asking for permission. She tastes like candy and wine. For a moment, it’s just kissing.

Until I notice the kid’s dark eyes on me. He wants what I have and the idea that he does, for some reason, drives me forward. I wrap her hair in my fist like a savage and yank her into me. If it wasn’t for my cast, I’d grab her tight ass in this leather jumpsuit just on fucking principle.

Her body responds, wrapping around me and melting at my touch. I kiss her until her lips are puffy and she’s breathing heavily. Our foreheads crash together as I suck her tongue into my mouth. “Ready to get spooked?” I ask, barely able to pull away from her.

Over Kelly’s shoulder, I can see Bonner holding Ashlynn’s hand and making their way over to us. Clearing my throat, I step back from Kelly, thankful for the darkness surrounding us because it’s like I’ve taken a Viagra again.

Bonner smirks when he pushes past us and inside the doorway. Jason and Kate follow, along with Charlee and Steve. Kelly and I are the last to enter, and she’s gripping my hand so tightly you’d think she was falling off a cliff and I’m the one to save her.

“Why are you so scared? Everything in here is fake.”

“Because I hate being scared.” Kelly buries her head in my shoulder. “I told you I didn’t want to do this.”

I laugh and wrap my arm around her shoulder. “Too bad.”

We wander around the haunted house with fake blood splattered everywhere and mummies that jump out to scare us. A man dressed as Freddie Kruger chases Kate, to which she punches him in the throat. A possessed bunny grabs Kelly from behind and the scream she lets out nearly breaks my eardrums. Then she kicks the poor fucker right in the balls. I’m pretty sure I heard his balls burst.

“Jesus Christ, I hate this!” she screams, stomping her foot, her hands over her heart.

I grab onto her, laughing as I hold her from behind, my voice purposely low when I whisper, “I got you.”

Her shaking body sinks back into mine. We stop walking and she turns in my arms. “Make me not scared.”

I laugh again. “What?”

Her wide eyes focus on mine. She glances around and then searches my face for a reaction when she whispers, “Fuck me. Right now.”

Is she for real? I can’t tell. Is she? I wait for the “just kidding” or the laugh, but it doesn’t follow. The only thing that follows is her heated eyes on mine, waiting for my reply.

It takes me a minute to respond, but my dick, he was ready to go the moment I rubbed up against her five minutes ago. So I bend at my knees, rubbing my cock against her center. She whimpers, her head lolled back against the wall, clinging to my shoulders. “You want me to fuck you with all these people in here to see?”

“There’s only six people and they’re busy. We’re alone.”

I look around. For the most part, we are. Unless you account for the possessed bunny my wife nailed in the balls, but I’m sure at this point he’d rather be dead.

Backing her up against a wall, I corner her into what I assume is a closet, my body pressing into hers. Then I look at her outfit. “How am I going to get this off you?”

Breathing heavily, she reaches for the strap around her neck and pulls a zipper down until it reaches her crotch. With a little maneuvering, she’s naked from the ass up. I do my best to shield her from anyone seeing, but thankfully, it’s dark enough in here, nobody is going to see us.

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