Page 20 of Property of Woods

“Will do.”Low leaves, and Faye demands answers about Jessika.

“Who the fuck is this Jessika bitch?Are we running a fuckin’ charity now?You’re buying this whore clothes?”

“She was mixed up in a dangerous situation and Big Daddy asked me to get her out of town and keep her safe.So that’s what I’m doin’.”

“And what if this trouble of hers comes knocking at our door?”

“Then I’ll handle it.”

“She’s not your problem.”

“Jessika isn’t a problem, but your attitude sure as fuck is.”

“Why can’t she be Gray’s problem?”

“Because Big Daddy tasked me with it.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“I can hardly handle you, Grannie Mags, and my sister.You really think I want to add another woman into the mix?”

“She traveled on the back of your bike in my seat.Her hands on you.”She slams her glass on the counter, the contents sloshing over the brim.

“Yeah, and what of it?She slept in the bed next to mine too.Nothing fucking happened.You either trust me, or you don’t.Could have been you riding bitch with me, but you chose not to.”

“It’s disrespectful.”

“Disrespectful was you not putting your ass there to begin with.”

“You’re a real asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” I grit the words out.“I’m taking a shower.”

“Hope it’s not on my account because I damn sure ain’t fuckin’ you now.”

“I’m well aware the only time you spread your legs for me is when you want something.”I storm down the hall to our bedroom.

She shouts after me, “That’s a lie.”

“Only one liar in this house and we both know it ain’t me, babe.”I strip out of my gear and twist the knobs on the shower.

“What are you trying to say?”she huffs from the doorway, her heated gaze traveling the expanse of my backside.

“If I fucked someone else, you’d know.There’d be scratches down my back and when you kissed me, you’d have tasted someone else’s pussy.”I step into the shower, ignoring her as she calls me every name under the sun.I’m tired, hungry, horny, and pissed the fuck off.“Do you want to fuck or fight?I don’t have the energy to do both.”

My wife glares at me, but she strips down and steps into the shower with me.Faye runs her soapy hands over my tattooed muscles, reclaiming her territory, scoring my skin with her pointed fingernails.I wash away the grime of the past few days and when she grips my cock, the tension of our fight leaves me.All fight leaves me.I surrender to her touch and hot little mouth as the warm water sprays down my back.

Faye grips the base of my cock with her slender fingers.

When I close my eyes, it’s not my wife’s touch I’m feeling.In my head, Jessika is the one pleasuring me.It’s her pretty mouth I’m fucking and losing myself in.

The realization of what I’m doing is fucked up, and I know that.Problem is, I don’t give a goddamn.I imagine it’s her wavy blonde locks my fingers are tangled up in and not Faye’s silken coppery red strands.It’s Jessika’s breathy pants sounding from between my legs, not my wife’s.

“Fucking take it like the dirty little slut you are,” I growl as I pump my hips.The idea of Jessika giving me this has me nearly ready to blow.I shut off the water and continue this outside of the shower.Bending Faye over the bathroom sink, I stare at our reflection, expecting the sight to remind me that I’m supposed to love her and yet I feel nothing for her except disappointment that she’s not someone else.I’m using her to fulfill a need.

Bracing her palms on the sink, Faye juts her ass out, giving me the perfect angle to get us both off.I take her hard, fast, and deep, wanting to get off as quickly as possible so I can head over to the clubhouse to check on Jessika.I’m an asshole.I know it, and Faye knows it.That doesn’t mean when it comes to sex that we aren’t fucking great.It’s everything else we can’t seem to get right.

“Okay.Point proven.You missed me,” my wife whispers.

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