Page 58 of Free-Falling
Jagger
When I wake, I groan slipping out of Ainslee. I didn’t realize that I could sleep knocking out with my dick still in her pussy. That’s new. I move, getting off her. Ainslee doesn’t wake, instead she turns to sleep in the fetal position. My poor wife, I didn’t even let her remove her make-up.
I get off the bed, cover her with the duvet and make my way to the ensuite bathroom. I remove the belt around my neck at the same time, the lights automatically come on. I check my neck out. The red indentations are visible. I smirk at the fact that I know Ainslee is going to freak when she sees these. She’s going to think she hurt me but she really didn’t. The belt didn’t truly do much damage last night. I look at my wrists, there is evidence there too. I shake my head chuckling, my poor wife doesn’t know what she’s gotten into. I place my hands under the sink and the water sprays in my hands. I wash my face, brush my teeth and I grab Ainslee’s micellar water or whatever she calls it to remove her make-up.
I’ve seen her do it a bunch of times. I grab two cotton pads making my way to her bedside. I turn Ainslee towards me, I soak the cotton pad with the water and wipe off the makeup. Ainslee still doesn’t wake up but she smiles in her sleep. “Cute.” I say as I grab the second pad to wipe off the rest.
There you go, now she won’t yell at me for letting her sleep in her makeup. I take it all back to the bathroom, discarding the cotton pads then I get to showering.
After my shower and getting dressed, I make my way into the kitchen where I spot Oran sipping coffee. I smile. “Rough night?” I joke.
Oran eyes my neck. “Last time I saw those marks around your neck and wrists, we were in high school.” He shakes his head.
I chuckle. “Your point?”
He shrugs. “Nothing, As your best friend, I have nothing more to offer.”
“Good.” I eye Oran, is the bastard smiling or what I know is his version of a smile in the morning. “I won’t press you about what the fuck I know. Instead, I’ll let it be my soundtrack to me fucking Ainslee.”
Oran shakes his head but can’t wipe that smirk off his face. “Why are we friends again?” He teases.
I smile. “Because nobody likes your attitude but me.” I turn to the Keurig machine and start making my own coffee.
“Did Jagger tell you, I’m his kid’s godfather?” I hear Mikonos. Again, the fucker makes no sound.
I face him with a scowl on my face. “I didn’t even agree.”
Oran looks at me like I betrayed him. “You two have become best friends or something?”
“Mikonos, the only way you’ll be a godfather to any of my kids is when you forgive Ainslee. You making my girl sad is out of the fucking question.”
Mikonos looks at me for a moment not saying much. He shrugs. “I stopped being mad at her the second she pouted. I just won’t tell her that. I’ll do anything for her, I told you that.” He reassures me.
“Good.” I say.
“Your coffee is done.” I focus on putting cream in my coffee.
“So, you guys want to explain to me how Mikonos is the godfather of your unborn child?” Oran goes back to the subject.
“Shouldn’t you be tending to other matters at this moment, sir?” I tease Oran. I don’t have to turn around to know he’s scowling at me.
“She’s asleep.” Oran answers.
I turn to face him while sipping my delicious crack in a cup. He glares at me but I can tell it’s all a facade. I put my cup down. “You told her, didn’t you?”
Oran completely avoids answering me as he points at my neck and wrists. “You see what kind of shit this man is into?”
Mikonos shrugs. “I’ve probably done worse.” He answers. “Is that a belt indentation or something else?” He asks.
“It’s a belt.” I answer.
“Hmm. Guess I won’t kill you by choking you, that shit might turn you on.” He throws a dig at me.
I laugh. “You’re an idiot.”
I hear footsteps coming around from down the hall. I turn, surprised that Ainslee is up. She’s wearing one of my tee shirts and a pair of jean shorts. Her hair is wrapped up in a towel. She looks at Mikonos and pouts. Mikonos cocks his brow saying something in Greek and Ainslee smiles. So they’re good now. Perfect.
“You look like a fucking troll.” Mikonos says to her.
