Page 9 of I Replaced His Husband
After close to a year of celibacy, I jumped headfirst into something this wild and even controversial. And the intensity was going to be even greater!
According to Adam, I was supposed to do this at least three times a day and sleep beside Kay at night, because the poor guy gets nasty cramps in the late hours, and sex apparently helped ease them. So yeah, I had to gear up for what was clearly going to be an intense stretch of physical effort.
But if I thought I’d get a break now, I was dead wrong.
KAY
I couldn’t even describe the state I was in: a mess of shock and bliss, torn up inside, like my body had betrayed me. And yet it still felt weirdly amazing. The man, I still didn’t want to say his name, had done everything right. Everything I needed. The relief was perfect. A tad too perfect.
And that’s exactly why I hated him so much.
There were moments I wanted to hit him. Kick him hard. Spit in his face. How could he, how dare he, make this feel so good? So damn good?
How dare he trample all over my memories of Maurice? The nerve of it. From the very start, he was trying to outdo him, trying to be even better. Every move of his hands across my skin, every breath I let out, every wave of pleasure that tore through this body I now despised, him and this, how he made me feel, oh, how I hated it.
Me. Traitor. Slut. Not the empowering kind. The worst kind, the kind that betrays.
When the final orgasm ripped through me, with my body stretched and filled so perfectly by his impressive dick, hecollapsed on top of me, his head falling into the curve of my neck and shoulder.
Rage, hot, thick, blinding rage, cut through me, tangled with the urge to sob. I felt his lips moving slowly, softly, over my neck, along my jaw, across my cheek. I couldn’t tell if he even realized what he was doing, and honestly, I didn’t care. He kissed my skin like lovers do, gently, lazily, in that afterglow I used to share with Maurice. What insolence!
So now he was trying to take that from me too?
Too tender. Too sweet. Too fucking much!
Before I could even process what I was doing, my body moved on its own. I shoved him hard, knocking him off the bed, my legs kicking at his chest. For a second, his absurdly handsome face just stared up at me, lost in confusion, still dazed from the pleasure, caught in that soft haze of intimacy.
He should be grateful I didn’t punch that blissful look off his pretty face.
For a second, our eyes met. His were light gray, almost silvery, with long, black eyelashes that gave him a slightly wistful look. Gosh, why the hell did this dude have to be so infuriatingly beautiful?
"Get out." My voice was cold, but the anger leaked through.
He froze; clearly he hadn’t seen this coming.
"I don’t want anything more from you than just sex."
His face flushed, then went pale. He swallowed hard and looked away, like he was trying to gather his thoughts.
"I get it. But don’t treat me like a whore, Kay. Don’t kick me out and act like I’m a glorified dildo."
The weight of his words landed heavy in the room.
"Oh, but you are."
Yeah, I said it. My face burned immediately with the sheer wrongness of this. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and it almost stung.
He sat up without meeting my eyes, pulled on his pants, and left the room without a word, leaving the door wide open. A wave of discomfort rolled over me.
Fuck. Was I too harsh?
But he hadn’t gone far. I could hear my brothers’ voices just outside the door. Were they standing right there the whole time? Eavesdropping? Gross. It needed to be addressed, so I started throwing on clothes fast, yanking my pants up. But I stopped in my tracks, hearing the exchange.
"Sorry, I can’t do this, Adam," the man said, his voice bitter.
"What? Why? It sounded like… it went pretty well."
"The sex? Sure. But I couldn’t even breathe for two minutes before he kicked me out like I was some cheap hookup. I’m sorry, but I have my dignity. I know what he’s going through, but that was just rude. I agreed to his terms, but I have one rule of my own, and that is I won’t be treated like trash he can throw out of bed right seconds after we both came."
