Page 63 of Taboo Perfect Storm

She blinks, then she laughs, although she doesn’t sound at all humored, and I know I am anything but full of anything delightful or funny.

“You told me that I was free to do what I wished. So that’s what I was doing,” she says with a shrug. “Something I’m sure you were doing as well while you were away.”

She’s right, of course, but at the same time, I’m a fucking asshole and can’t admit it. I stay where I am, unable to stand because I know I would fucking wrap my hand around her throat, then pick her up and fuck her.

I can’t do that right now. I’m too goddamn angry with her.

As if she senses just how deep my anger goes, she lets out a heavy sigh as she brushes past me and walks toward the kitchen. Fuck me, the defiance with her is real right now. I don’t know if this is an age thing, or if it’s a scorned wife thing, but this is definitely not the personality of the people-pleasing wife I had just a couple of days ago.

“Reese said I could work for her for cash.”

“You didn’t think to tell me?” I ask.

She shrugs a shoulder as she brings a bottle of water to her lips, taking a long drink. “You are doing whatever it is you’re doing. I thought that’s what was happening, that you would come home when you wanted to fuck, but otherwise, you were doing your own thing—”

Wrong.

Thing.

To.

Say.

That red that vanished, it comes back, and I can’t control myself. Standing, I rush toward her without even an ounce of self-control over my current actions. I wrap my fingers around her bottle of water, throw it into the sink behind her, and reach out, grasping my hands around her hips before I pick her up and plant her ass on the countertop.

She doesn’t speak.

She juts her chin in the air, looking down her nose at me, her lips pressed together as she stares at me.

“I didn’t do shit, even if I wasn’t home. I didn’t do a damn thing, except drink. This is all new for me, Piper. Every fucking part of it—being married, possibly having a fucking baby. It’s new, and I’m still working and have club responsibilities. When I said you could do your own thing, I meant it, but it wasn’t because I was going to be living a separate life.”

She watches me in silence for a long moment. My anger starts to slowly dissipate, and I try to calm myself, because the last thing I want to do is ruin this fragile thing between us. I like Piper, I enjoy the time we’ve spent together, and I love fucking her. I think we could have something real.

“Okay,” she exhales. Then she narrows her eyes on me, and I have a feeling she’s going to say something that I may not like. “You haven’t been coming home. You left, and I know you went to her.”

“How?” I snap.

She rolls her eyes to the ceiling then brings them down to meet mine again. “A woman knows, and I’m not saying that anything happened. I’m just saying that this is a pattern that’s been established.”

“What is?”

“You not being here. You leaving for hours and days at a time. A pattern.”

Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, my eyes searching hers as my thumb slides across her bottom lip. “It’ll work out, babe. I swear that shit. No matter what happens, it’s gonna be all good. You want to work with Reese and Kiplyn? I’m good with that, but just tell me next time, yeah?”

Her tongue slides across her bottom lip. I feel it touch the pad of my thumb for just a brief second, then she dips her chin in a single nod.

“Okay.”

Her single word is barely above a whisper, but with her gaze focused on mine, I know it’s a sincere single word.

“I’m in this, all of me.”

“All of you?” she asks on a whisper.

“Every fucking part of me, flower.”

Leaning forward, I slam my mouth against hers and take her in a hard kiss. Her breath hitches as my tongue slides inside of her, and I taste her, wishing I were tasting her pussy instead of just her mouth.

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