Page 3 of Summer Shivers
That said, this wouldn’t be the first time he’s worked a scene into our marriage or vice versa. He likes to hear the words said aloud, but in realistic settings. He says that’s how he knows they ring true.
Which is why he’ll pick a fight, like the one tonight, that has originated from a scene. Or one like last week, about where we should vacation this year, that he can tailor into a scene. I’m more used to it now, being manipulated like this, so much so, I shouldn’t even be surprised.
But I am.
He continues, “Let me and the baby we want to have be your future. Let go of him and the past.”
Harrison and I are trying to have a baby. Not in a fertility drug or in vitro kind of way, but in anif it happens, it happenskind of way.
Because even though all my dreams of my life included Ty as the father to my children, I still want them. And Ty is no longer an option. Because when I gave him an ultimatum, he didn’t cave. And I didn’t even know I was pregnant then, or I may not have given it.
Finding out I was pregnant after the break up is why, when Harrison convinced me to marry him, I went along with it. For him, it was his dream come true. For me it was a solid foundation in which to raise a child whose father would never know they existed.
I’ve been honest with Harrison every step of the way, about my feelings and my lack of sexual attraction to him. He still gets offended when I don’t climax. Which is how fights like tonight’s start.
Harrison is right to accuse me of still being in love with Tyler.
I am.
“Are you going to answer me?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts again.
“What was the question?”
He throws his hands up in disgust. “I’m going for a swim. Don’t wait up.”
So, I don’t. Instead, going about my nightly skin care routine, followed by another glass of wine and a sleeping pill. While I wait for the combination to kick in, I grab my e-reader and pull up my favorite book of erotic short stories for women, which opens right to my favorite story.
A woman is riding a crowded subway. She’s wearing a short skirt with a matching jacket. Maybe on her way home from work, that part is never clear. She gets pinned between a grab pole in front of her and a man behind her. She can feel that he’s strong and he smells good. He grabs onto her hip as the subway sways, helping to steady her. His hand moves down her leg and under the edge of her skirt. Her breath holds waiting to see what he’ll do next. He toys with the edge of her garter and stocking, running his fingers along the lace edge. Inching closer to her center, but taking his time doing it.
She waits in anticipation.
When he pushes her panties aside with his fingers, she’s soaked.
“Is that for me?” he grumbles in her ear.
She nods, unable to speak.
I grab my vibrator from the nightstand drawer and turn it on at a medium setting.
The subway sways some back and forth, the motion sensual, pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy.
“You want my dick?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
The man plunges his dick inside her, stealing her breath.
She cries out.
“Easy, doll,” the man commands softly before biting her neck.
He reaches a hand around to push her clit down, letting it rub against the edge of his cock as he lets the sway of the subway move them languidly back and forth.
“Goddamn, you feel good.” The timbre of his voice makes her shiver and within seconds she’s coming harder than she ever has in her life.
He buries his face in the back of her neck, groaning as he comes inside her. She feels him pull out and situate himself back in his pants. He smooths her skirt back into place as he says, “Same time tomorrow, doll,” and disappears.
I cry out Tyler’s name as my own climax takes over, leaving me exhausted enough to sleep, a satisfied smile on my face.
