I don’t return it.
Demi looks at me over her shoulder before getting up from her seat. “I’m going to go see what’s taking Deke so long to get ready.”
I plop down at the table next to my wife and look her over. Her hair is in big waves, and she has more makeup on than usual. I wonder if she did that for me. I would have much rather been in bed naked with my wife instead of dealing with Shane this evening. She licks her red painted lips, and it makes me hard. I want to shove her to her knees right now and have red lipstick marks around my cock from her mouth. I need a release. Even my hands itch for a fight with some unlucky bastard. The dream put me on edge, but Shane has made it worse.
“Hey.” She reaches out and places her hand on mine. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I lie. Because that’s what I do when it comes to her. I never tell her the truth when something bothers me. I prefer to keep that shit to myself. Austin never seems to have the same level of concern as I do anyway. She has more of a “it will all work out” kind of attitude. And that’s the kind that will get you killed.
“It’ll be fun.” She nods.
“What will?” I ask, knowing no matter what we do it will be boring as shit.
“We’re going to Death Valley,” she answers.
“I thought we were supposed to be fucking,” I state.
The smile drops off her face, and she pulls her hand away from mine, standing. “Maybe if you would have sent me a text instead of leaving me waiting for you, we would be,” she replies with bite.
“Something came up,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” She exits the kitchen.
“Austin?” I call out, but she doesn’t return, doing what she does best by ignoring me. And it takes my level of anger from a seven to a ten.
CHAPTER FOUR
DEKE
“BABE?” I HEAR Demi call out.
“In the shower,” I answer, rinsing the soap off my body.
“What’s taking you so long?” she asks, opening the glass shower door and poking her head in.
“It won’t take me more than five minutes.” I look over her tank top and tight-fitting jeans. They sit low on her narrow hips, giving me a peek at her tan stomach from spending so much time in our pool over the summer with Lilly and Austin. Her blue eyes quickly drop to my cock before returning to mine. “Unless you wanna join me?” I lick my lips and wrap my hand around it. “I’m willing to spare an hour.” I begin to stroke it.
She snorts. “No, we don’t have time for that.”
“Bullshit.” I close the small distance between us. “I’ve always got time for you.”
She bites her bottom lip when her eyes drop once again. I can see her mind working as she tries to figure out if we have time for a quickie. But I don’t like to rush things when it comes to my wife. I prefer to take my time with her and worship her.
“Cole is here, and he seems pissy.”
I sigh, the mention of my best friend totally ruining the moment. “He is.”
“Do you know what’s going on with that?” She arches a brow.
“Nope.” I lie, knowing what the issue is but not wanting to get into it at the moment. Shane isn’t my favorite person right now either. Do I want him around Demi? I’d rather he not be, but I don’t hold him responsible for what happened between the girls and Becky back in Collins. No, I blame myself for that. I should have killed Becky instead of just marking her. That was my lapse in judgment, and if given the opportunity again, I won’t make the same mistake twice. I should have set her ass on fire that night when we found the girls at the Lowes residence. Another mistake.
I duck under the water to rinse off the remaining soap, then turn the shower off. I step out to her holding a towel for me. “Thank you,” I say, taking it and leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
She glares up at me.
“What?”
“You’re lying to me, Deke.”
Standing in front of the double sinks, I begin to dry off like she didn’t just call me out. Maybe if I pretend I didn’t hear her, she’ll let it go.
“Cole and Austin are fighting, and you know why.”
“Their marriage is none of my concern,” I say, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror as she comes to stand beside me.
She turns to face me, so I do the same. She runs her hands down my wet chest and grabs the towel I have wrapped around my hips. “Demi …” I warn her.
Looking up at me, she gives me a smile and undoes the knot holding the towel in place. It falls to my feet. “Oops.” She thinks sex will get her the information she wants. It won’t, but I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to fuck my wife.
Reaching out, I undo her jeans and shove them down her legs along with her underwear. Then I spin her around to face the mirror. I shove her hips into the counter and run my hand up her thigh, spreading her legs with mine. I reach her pussy and push a finger into her to see how wet she is. Wet enough.
I grip the base of my cock and push into her. She bows her head and hisses in a breath as I stretch her tight pussy.
Leaning forward, I wrap my hand around her throat and lift her head so I can look at her in the mirror. “Oops,” I whisper in her ear before I nibble on it. Her body shudders.
“Deke …”
I don’t let her protest. Instead, I tighten my hand, cutting off her words, and begin to fuck her, knowing she was right. We don’t have a lot of time. So, I’ll settle for a quickie now and take my time with her when we get home later.
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She’s pulling her jeans up when she finally speaks again. “This conversation isn’t over.”
I laugh under my breath. Demi and Austin have become pretty close, but I highly doubt Austin even knows why she and Cole are fighting.
She opens the bathroom door, and a pure white American Eskimo dog enters the bathroom, wagging her tail.
“Come on, Snowball,” Demi calls for her as she steps outside of the bathroom, “let’s go outside and potty before we leave.”
I got her that dog for her birthday this year.
“Keep the blindfold on,” I tell Demi as we pull up into the circle drive.
“I am.” She giggles. “I’m not even touching it.” She slaps her palms on her jean-clad thighs.
Getting out, I rush around my Range Rover and open the passenger side door. She reaches out blindly, and I take her hand, helping her out. “You’re going to take three steps,” I inform her.
“Where are we at?” she asks for the fifth time.
“It’s a surprise, princess.” I make sure she doesn’t trip over the steps and look up when the front door opens. I see Austin standing there with a smile on her face. I mouth, “Everything ready?”
She nods. I gave her a key yesterday, and she came over today to help me set everything up.
I bring Demi to a stop in the grand foyer with my hands on her shoulders. Reaching up, I remove the blindfold.
She gasps, bringing her hands to her face as she looks around the house. “Deke … what is this?”
Red rose petals cover the white marble floor. When I don’t answer, she begins to follow the trail down the hallway and into the main living room on the first floor. “Oh, my God!” She squeals when she sees the little puppy sleeping in the middle of the room on a pink princess bed.