Page 50 of Marry Lies
THE WALK
Miles
A few minutes later, I’m pacing by the back door as I wait for Estelle to meet me for a walk. The sun is beginning to peak over the hills of Crestwood, bathing the back of the castle in golden, peach-colored light. I place my hands in the pocket of my pants as I gaze out over the horizon, wondering why I agreed to awalkwith her. I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t have time for a walk. I have an eight o’clock meeting in the office, and it’s now nearing six. I have to leave in the next hour if I’m going to make it on time. Grumbling to myself about Estelle’s perkiness, I’m just about to march upstairs and demand to know what’s taking so long when I hear her tromp into the room, her sneakers squeaking against the marble.
“You know, most people set their feet down when they walk,” I muse, turning around and arching a brow as she saunters over. “You stomp everywhere you go, and it’s incredibly loud.”
She cocks her head and smiles up at me. Her curly hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, and she’s wearing—what thehellis she wearing? It’s like a leotard but for her whole body. It’s black, skintight, and she has a bright pink sweatshirt in her hands. On her feet are highlighter yellow sneakers. The black fabric clings to every curve of her body, and my mouth fills with saliva as my eyes do a slow perusal of her outfit.
She must not be wearing a bra, because I can see her tight, little nipples poking through the fabric just before she pulls her sweatshirt on. I feel my cock twitch when I think of how soft her skin was earlier. How I could see the swell of both of her breasts, so close to being exposed, only inches from my finger. I imagine they’re buoyant and soft, a perfect handful. Andthatthought leads me to thinking about how I jerked off to thoughts of her last night. How it would feel to slide my cock between those supple mounds, how it would feel to squeeze them together around my cock, the doughy, velvet feel of her skin enveloping me as I come all over her chest…
Thesekinds of outfits are not helping me to stay away from her.
And I really, reallyneed to stay away from her.
“Shall we?” she asks brightly, oblivious to my lewd, obscene thoughts.
“If we must,” I answer, keeping my voice hard.
“Oh, please. You’ll probably really enjoy it. I find that exercising first thing in the morning helps my mood all day long. Maybe if you exercised regularly, you wouldn’t be so bad-tempered.”
I scowl down at her as she opens the back door and leads us out and to the spacious back garden of the castle.
“I do exercise. I have weights and a treadmill in my office at work,” I answer, almost petulantly. Frowning, I try not to stare at her voluptuous ass when she walks ahead of me. “Is that why you’re so upbeat all the time?”
She doesn’t say anything as we set out around the pool. She leads me to the side of the garden, opening a gate on the left of the castle grounds and walking toward the path I’d completely forgotten about since I was a kid. My mother used to walk here sometimes. It’s a dirt path that circles the entirety of the property, and then it snakes up the mountain a bit above the castle. As I recall, it’s a couple miles long.
I’d have to push my meeting back if we did the whole loop, and knowing her, she wants to do the whole damn loop.
Scowling at the thought of Estelle upending my morning, I stop walking.
“I have another idea,” I say loudly.
She’s a few feet ahead of me, and she turns around to face me. “You’re actually going to show me what you’re hiding in your cellar?” she asks, quirking a brow.
This woman…
“No. But do you want to meet Lucifer?”
She tilts her head as she watches me skeptically. “I feel like that’s a trick question.”
I laugh despite my irritation. “Come on.”
“I know you loathe me, Miles, but bringing your wife to meet the devil is probably frowned upon,” she adds, her voice low and throaty as she comes to stand next to me.
The way her lips casually roll overyour wife…
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, walking in the opposite direction toward the right side of the castle where Lucifer’s paddock is located. It’s hidden behind a hedge, and only a few people, including Louis, who cares for Lucifer on a day-to-day basis, know it’s back here. Estelle follows me warily when I walk up to the gate and enter the code. Swinging the gate open, I gesture for her to go before me.
“After you,” I tell her.
She eyes me with caution before walking through the gate first.
And then, before I understand what’s happening, she mutters something under her breath and twists around, colliding with my body and wrapping her arms around me.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she murmurs.
I’m too surprised to do anything, and before I can ask her what’s wrong, Lucifer bleats and hops over to us.
