Page 9 of Still Bruised
By kissing Foster Price.
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Los Angeles, CA
Present Day
As he nursed his whiskey, Foster’s gaze drifted to a beautiful blonde flirting with a muscle-bound himbo down the bar. They werethisclose, her palm on his chest, giggling over whatever he’d just said. They stared at one another with open lust, their eyes bright and shining. He couldn’t remember ever looking at anyone with such naked hunger, but maybe he had. It wasn’t as if he could see himself in those moments.
Foster lifted the glass to his lips, and an old memory popped up. One where someone had looked at him with a lust so profound it had stopped time itself.
The blonde laughed again, breaking him from his thoughts. She flipped her long, perfectly styled hair over one shoulder and peeked down at him, a hint of a smile on her lips.
Foster eyed her, then the man—who glanced his way with clear interest.
The woman slowly spun, straightened her body-hugging LBD, and stalked his way. She captured Foster’s gaze as she neared. He couldn’t shake the sensation that in that moment, he was her prey. She sidled up beside him and slipped her arm over his shoulder. He could smell the guy’s cologne on her, mixing with her own lighter, floral scent.
“Are you coming down to meet him or not, Foster?”
Foster glanced down at the guy again before turning to his wife, still unsure this was the right way to save their failing decade-long marriage. Intimacy was key, in his opinion. Bringing in others might drive a wedge between them. He’d said as much, but she’d debated it until he’d been too exhausted to argue anymore.
Which was pretty much their marriage in a nutshell.
Ashleyalwaysgot her way.
“Foster, baby… I want this,” Ashley pouted, her filler-plumped bottom lip protruding almost comically. Why she felt the need to jump on every fucking trend, Foster had no idea. She was destroying her lovely face… but the surgeries, fillers, and procedures kept her reasonably happy, so he kept his mouth shut. It was easier that way.
Happy wife, happy life…
That was likely part of the same reason he’d half-heartedly agreed to adding someone else to their bed. He wanted to keep the peace and his wife happy. Sadly, the goalposts for herhappiness kept shifting like quicksand under his feet. They’d never get there, no matter what he did.
And he was sick and tired of trying.
“I need… no,weneed this.”
“As I’ve said a million times already, I think this a bad idea.”
Ashley’s lips firmed, the light disappearing from her eyes.
“Do you want us to fade away?” Ashley asked. “We’ve lost our spark.”
Did we ever have one?
They’d married because he’d felt pressured. Not because of some supposed spark. He lifted the tumbler to his lips to prevent that answer from slipping out of his mouth and starting World War III. Turning his focus down the bar, he glanced at the muscle-bound guy hungrily eyeing his wife. Their eyes met, and Foster again wanted to refuse.
Foster spun on the stool and captured Ashley’s gaze. “Are youabsolutely sureabout this?”
Ashley’s lips spread into a slow, syrupy smile as she pressed between his thighs. “I am. And he’sabsolutelythe right guy for us. This is going to be an amazing night, Fozzie.”
Fozzie.No one had called him that in years. He preferred that she kept it that way.
Foster gazed at their potential third again, and the guy winked before offering a cheesy grin that somehow made him appear a little less smarmy. He was okay-looking, Foster supposed. Well-built. Exactly the kind of guy who would snag Ashley’s attention. Big and stupid, easily manipulated. Though that might be morea dig at himself than the other guy, considering he was the one who’d put a ring on it.
“Are you hesitating because I’m getting a guy and you’re not getting a girl?” Ashley asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. She let out an exasperated sigh. “I told you we can invite a girl next time.”
When her evil glare didn’t work like it normally did, she quickly switched gears. Ashley leaned closer, her long, lithe body melding against him. Her firm, fake tits poked him in the chest. She kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Can’t you see it? Me with you in my mouth while you watch him destroy my pussy.”
He didn’twantto picture that.
