Page 34 of The Wife
Not Ellie. Not that picture of her hands between her legs. Not those noises she made.
Not that fucking gasp.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned as I shot my load. I cleaned myself up, turned over in bed, and did not let myself feel a damn thing.
Nine
Jake
It might have beenbecause of last night. Because of what I saw, because of what I did. I only knew when I woke up I was pissed. At everyone. Myself, Ellie, even Carol even though she had done nothing to deserve it.
Then I smelled it. Bacon. I turned to my clock and saw that it was early. A few minutes after six a.m. Ellie was never up this early. But she’d gotten up and decided to make bacon?
Last thing she said to me to wasfuck you, asshole.
Now she was downstairs making bacon.
I took this as a good sign. I hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I barely brushed my teeth because I wanted to know what this was about. Was this an apology for cursing at me? Was this some grand gesture to ask for my forgiveness for yelling at me so rudely?
Because I didn’t deserve it. The cursing. She didn’t understand the sacrifices I was making for her. She didn’t know what this was costing me. I got that, but it still didn’t give her the right to be a bitch to me.
I skipped down the stairs with a sense of anticipation and when I turned the corner I came up short.
“Hey. Morning,” Carol said with a smile. “You said come early for my ride, so I thought I would surprise you with breakfast. The door was unlocked, so I took that as a sign. Hope you like bacon and eggs.”
Because I had forgotten to lock it last night. Because I had been so angry with Ellie. Then I saw Ellie…
Carol looked adorable. Leggings with a long shirt draped over it, her hair down loose around her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing her riding boots. Probably left them by the door.
Shit. I had completely forgotten about our date.
I stood there like an idiot watching her flip the eggs, put them on a plate and add the bacon to it.
She set the plates down and turned to me. Her head tilted as if she was trying to understand my expression.
“I think you need something a little stronger to wake you up,” she said, coming towards me.
I didn’t move and then she leaned in and kissed me. I was standing there in the kitchen with the smell of bacon and her perfume and suddenly I was furious. Furious that she thought it was okay to kiss me. Furious that I was kissing her back because it felt good. Because I couldn’t have Ellie but I could have Carol.
Because Ellie thought I was an asshole.
I wasn’t an asshole.
She peeled away from me and lifted my t-shirt over my head. I held my arms up and let her. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist. I hauled her up against me, turned her and sat her on the counter, pressing between her legs.
Her hand must have come down to balance herself, and she knocked off the scales, sending them and the disks crashing to the floor.
It was the sound of the disks crashing that broke me out of whatever the hell I was doing.
I pulled away from her and thought about the sound the damn scales had made and looked to the kitchen doorway.
It was too late. Ellie was standing there in the doorway, wearing her kitten pajama bottoms and tank top and a stunned expression on her face.
“I smelled bacon,” she whispered.
I looked around to see what she saw. The two plates on the island. Breakfast. Me, in a pair of jeans only. Carol on the kitchen counter with a swollen mouth.
“Ellie…” I began.
