Page 100 of Married With Lies

There’s nothing better than waking up with her in my arms.

There’s nothing worse than understanding why I can’t keep her there.

But I can hear my phone buzzing over the table where I threw it last night. It’s been lighting up for the last ten minutes and I’ll be cracking the head of anyone who comes banging on the door.

Sliding away from the warmth of her soft body is one hell of a chore. I move in silence, careful not to wake her. Sadie is a very sound sleeper. And I’m sure she’s extra tired after all the ways I used her last night.

All it takes to get my dick hard again is a quick flashback. I doubt there’s anything hotter than getting a nice girl to play dirty. Sadie comes so brutally that her whole body trembles. And she doesn’t wear out easily, always eager for more.

Leaving a pillow in my place, I tuck the covers around her bare shoulder. Her lips turn up and she breathes a soft sigh of contentment.

She’s so fucking perfect. I could watch her all day. My phone buzzes again. Mouthing a vicious string of curses and wishing for the caller to get his balls crushed in a drawer, I snatch my boxers off the floor and throw them on.

By the time I grab the phone it has stopped ringing but I can see that the caller was Vinny. Every call was from Vinny. Following a glance at my shoulder to confirm Sadie is still in dreamland, I bring the phone into the hallway to deal with whatever Vinny wants.

Kiki Tello is emerging from the room across the hall. She laughs when she sees me standing there wearing nothing but my boxers.

“Thanks for the show,” she says and fans herself with a wink. “I needed that this morning. I told Vinny to leave you alone and let you sleep in but he’s in a mood and snapped at me to mind my own damn business.”

“Is he in your room?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “He’s downstairs having breakfast with the boys. Hey, they’re real sorry for insulting you. They’re my sister’s kids. I’m sure Vinny’s not done giving them an earful.”

I’d forgotten all about that, how I told Vinny’s nephews to eat dinner on the floor after they made the error of checking out my wife. There are certain rules to be followed. Sadie, who looked at me with horror, didn’t understand that, and why should she? In any other context it seems fucked up.

“Tell them not to worry about it,” I say. “They do a good job. No hard feelings.”

She shrugs. “All right.” Then she brightens. Her eyes are a little unfocused. It’s possible she’s already drunk. “Is Sadie awake? She can hang out with me all day since you guys are leaving early.”

That’s news to me. We weren’t supposed to fly out until tomorrow morning. “Sadie’s still asleep,” I tell her in the hopes she’ll wander away.

“Tell her to come find me down in the lounge,” says Kiki with a hiccup. “I need another mimosa.”

“Will do.” I wait until she turns the corner before dialing her husband.

“About time,” he grunts.

“What do you need?” I ask, with a sinking feeling it’s going to prevent me from going back to bed with Sadie.

“Hold on,” he says. There’s the sound of muttering as he speaks to someone on the other end. Then he must be walking somewhere because he huffs and puffs while the background noise changes from the babble of voices to quiet. “There, I’m outside now.”

“Great,” I mutter. “I’m on pins and needles.”

“Richie wants us to grab the next flight out of here. We need to deal with that problem we talked about.”

“The problem ran out of Atlantic City. Where are we supposed to find him?”

“That little shitbag has just been spotted in Philly. Can you be down here in twenty minutes or so?”

“Fuck no.”

There’s a brief shocked silence on the other end. Vinny must be outside. I can hear a bird warbling. “Look, I’m not trying to step on your toes. I’m just passing along Richie’s word.”

“I know that. But I need a few hours.”

“Richie says-”

“It can wait a few fucking hours. If there’s any hassle you tell Richie that I made the call and I’ll take any heat.”

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