Page 7 of Keeping Skylar
After fucking for a third time tonight, only stopping after running out of condoms, we collapse onto the bed. The vigorous fuck sessions have left us sore and exhausted, but completely satiated. We lie on our sides, her warm back pressed against my chest as my arm wraps tightly around her stomach. Within minutes of lying in bed, I hear the soft and steady sound of her breathing as she slips into a deep slumber.
Knowing I won’t be getting any sleep, I gently kiss her shoulder and quietly turn over towards the bedside table to grab my phone, making sure not to wake her in the process.
Checking for the time, I see that it’s almost 10 pm in the evening.Shit! We’d been fucking for five hours straight.Feelingthirsty, I quietly climb out of the bed and make my way to the kitchen.
While standing in the middle of the room, my eyes focus on our discarded clothes, scattered along the tiled floor. Flashbacks of our earlier rendezvous on the kitchen counter instantly puts a smile on my face.
I get dressed and retrieve a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water, and quickly gulping it down in one go. All that fucking, sure makes you thirsty and hungry. But the hunger can wait for now. I just want to get back to my girl. Quietly rinsing my cup, I place it on the dish rack and head towards the bedroom.
As I enter the bedroom, I notice her eyes are still closed, her naked body heavy with sleep. Her hair is splayed across the pillow, wild from my hands fisting it all night, but she’s never looked more irresistible. The blanket is tucked under one arm, while her beautiful face, calm and peaceful, rests gently on the other.
I slowly bend down, and softly kiss her lips. She stirs but doesn’t wake. “Lucy, baby,” I whisper in her ear.
She slowly opens her eyes and glances up at me. Her smile appears as quickly as it fades away, the moment she takes in my fully clothed body. This is the part I hate. The part where I have to leave her and she becomes miserable and distant again.
“Stay,” she utters softly, her voice hoarse from sleep and screaming for hours.
“I wish I could, but you know I can’t. I have to go home. Sky will be back soon from the exhib—”
I’m cut off as Lucia springs up abruptly, her eyes shooting daggers as they lock on to mine. “Do you think I give a fuck about Sky, Kaden?” she snaps, her arm waving around in frustration. “Sky this. Sky that! It’s always about fucking Skylar. What about me, huh?” she spits out, her voice laced with venom.
Without waiting for my response, Lucia leaps out of the bed, grabs her robe from the back of the door and storms out of the room. I follow her to where she’s standing behind the kitchen island. Her satin robe is tied securely around her slim body as she grips the edge of the counter. For a long time, neither of us say anything.
I approach her cautiously, but just as I’m about to reach out to her, she swiftly turns away and heads into the living room, dropping heavily onto the couch.
Determined to resolve this before I can even think about leaving, I follow after her. Her arms are crossed, eyes cast downward, and I can tell she’s doing everything she can to avoid eye-contact.
Hating the distance between us, I kneel in front of her, gently encouraging her to look at me. “Lucy, please look at me. I don’t want to fight with you. We had such a good time tonight; I don’t want to leave you upset.”
She finally looks at me, her eyes welling up with tears. “I’m just sick of watching you leave all the time. It makes me feel like shit.”
A tear drips down her cheek and I gently swipe it away with my thumb. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m trying. I just need you to be a little more patient with me. You know I can’t just leave my wife. We’ve been together for ten years. It’s not that simple to walk away. But I promise you, I’m doing everything I can to be with you, okay? I have plans for us.” I take her hand and bring it to my mouth, planting soft kisses on each knuckle.
“I love you, Kaden. I’ve loved you since the first night I met you. It kills me every time you go back to her. I’m done waiting.” Lucia sobs, and the pain in her voice breaks me.
The first time she told me she loved me was two months ago, after we snuck away together for the weekend to the CentralCoast. We stayed in our hotel and fucked like animals for most of the time we were there.
On our last night, Lucia caught me off guard by confessing that she had fallen in love with me. I wasn’t ready to say the words back to her, and I knew it hurt her deeply. But she understood that I just needed a little more time. She knew I still loved my wife, and cared about her. I was always upfront with Lucia about it. Just the thought of losing Sky makes me feel nauseous. Letting her go was never going to be an option.
I sit beside Lucia and slide her onto my lap, adjusting her so that she’s straddling me.
She immediately collapses on me, weeping and seeking comfort in my warmth. I listen as she softly cries into my neck, my hand gently stroking her back.
“Let it out, baby. I’m here. I’ll always be here,” I murmur to her reassuringly as she clings on to me tighter. Never in a million years would I have ever imagined, that this is where I’d be—married to one woman while in the arms of another.
When Skylar first introduced the two of us, it was over dinner at our place one night. I thought Lucia was fun and friendly, and maybe even stunning. I could see why my wife and her got along so easily—she had an energy about her that was refreshing and addicting.
It wasn’t until we all started working out together at the local gym that things really took a turn. At first, it was all innocent—the girls received free personal training from me, while I got to be in the company of two incredible, beautiful women. It was a win-win for all.
But a month into our training, Sky started skipping our sessions, using every excuse under the sun not to go. She suddenly had a headache, menstrual cramps, a stomach bug, a sore thumb. It was almost hilarious, really.
As much as I wanted my wife there with us, I couldn’t force her to come. So, that left only Lucia and me training together.
In the beginning, we’d meet up at the gym, complete our workouts and then go our separate ways. We did that a few nights a week, for a month.
Then one evening, when Sky was at home sick with the flu, Lucia asked if I wanted to go out for a quick bite to eat after our workout. Seeing no harm in two friends grabbing something to eat, I accepted her invitation.
The start of the dinner went smoothly. The conversation flowed easily, and I got to know her a little more. But as the night wore on, Lucia, having polished off an entire bottle of wine on her own, grew tipsier and bolder.
