“Do you even hear yourself right now? What happened to the man who said he’d make it right? You’re drunk.”
“Maybe I am, but that man you want—he looked in the mirror and realized what a piece of shit he is. Looked in the mirror and saw my old man staring back at me. Fucking sucks, babe.”
“So that’s it? You’re just going to give up because shit got a little too hard?”
“I watched my mother chase after my father wishing he’d give a damn. Wishing he’d choose her over the women and the booze. Not once did he ever put her first. I swore I’d never be like him and yet here I am following in his footsteps. So I’m telling you that if you want me gone, I’ll give you that.”
My first instinct shouldn’t be to go to him and wrap my arms around his waist but that’s what I do. As deep as he’s hurt me, I can’t bear to see him beating himself up like this thinking he’s the same scum his father was. Link may be a lot of things, but he is nothing like that trash. “You saying that you’ll do it again?”
Chapter Nine
Pam’s arms circle around me. The heat of her body presses into my skin, and I get a whiff of her hair, breathing in her scent. “I’m saying I want to give you better than my old man gave my mother. Don’t ever want to hurt you, but I did. Can’t change it. Can’t erase it.”
“We can’t go back, but we can go forward. I’m still pissed. Still hurt. Will be for a long time, but as far as wanting you gone, I can’t tell you to go. Do I need you to leave? Maybe, but I don’t want you to. You’re my husband, Brant.”
“You only call me Brant when you’re hella pissed,” he murmurs, stroking his knuckles along my jaw.
“Not always. I thought I made peace with certain things when I said yes to being your Old Lady. That if I didn’t see it or hear about it, I could look the other way. I knew what I was locking myself into. I just never thought I’d see it. I wish the sight of you with her would fade away.”
“Not asking you to look the other way. Don’t expect you to. Never did. I didn’t plan it. I know it’s not you want to hear, but it just happened.”
“I don’t want to hate you.”
The muscle in my jaw ticks. “Then don’t.”
“I know I pushed you away and I’m sorry for that. For ruining what we had and making you think I didn’t want you. Truth is I was fucked in the head over all the shit that went down. Nickel dying. Suddenly getting a son.”
“I know part of you cared about Nickel. I don’t begrudge you that. How could I? I set it in motion. Expected things to go back to normal when all was said and done. Didn’t pay attention to the signs that you were struggling. I shoulda forced everything out in the open.”
“What am I to do with you...with this...with us?”
“Forgive me if its in you to do so. I don’t deserve it and won’t ask, but it’s yours to give.” I sound and feel like a fucking pussy. If Nickel could hear me, he’d give me shit. I miss that bastard. He was one of a kind.
Silence stretches between us.
Pam stares at me, looking right through me. Seeing me for who I am. A cheating bastard. I want nothing more than to take her in my arms and tell her she’s not through with me, but it has to be her choice. I won’t force her hand on this even if it kills me not to. Sharing my feelings goes against my nature. I’m a man who takes what he wants consequences be damned. That’s how I landed my woman in the first place. I saw her and wanted her, so I took her. I owe her this though. A chance to walk away free and clear.
“I forgive you, honey.” She grabs me between the legs cupping my manhood. “But if you ever and I mean ever do some stupid shit again I promise you that I’ll cut it off and feed it to you and your whore. Got me?”
“Yeah, sweetness. I got you.”
“I’m not feeling all too sweet right now.”
“No?”
“No.” My wife squeezes my cock and balls. “You’re still in the doghouse. Fix that pizza. I’ve decided I’m hungry after all.”
“I’m hungry but not for no damn pizza. You grabbing my dick like that is hot as fuck. Got me thinking about bending you over the table and fucking you.”
“You want to fuck me you’ve got to earn it.” She lets go and I turn the oven on to preheat.
“I know I’m not worthy, but I’ll find a way to remind you every single day that I wish I were.”
“See there you go saying stuff like that making it hard for me to deny you.”
“Mean every damn word. You want me to leave, I’ll leave, but you want me to stay then here I am. No bullshit. No games. Just real.”
“That’s all I ask. Keep it real with me. You start feeling some kind of way wanting another woman, I’ll wear a damn wig.”
“I don’t want anyone else.” I open the freezer and pull out a frozen cheese stuffed crust pizza. “You want mushrooms and extra cheese on this?”
“Please.”
“Whatcha drinking?”
“Beer.”
“All right. Park your ass on the couch and find us a movie to watch.”
“Any request?”
“Lady’s choice.”
“You sure about that? I never did finish watching that period drama based off the books I love.”
I nod and get busy putting Pam’s extra toppings on.
I grab a couple bottles of beer and join her on the couch while our food bakes. I hand her drink off along with some over the counter pain meds for the knot on her head and glance at the screen. “What kind of books you been reading?” I raise a brow as I take in what appears to be a man and woman fucking in the library of a mansion against a ladder.
“Shh,” she shushes me, placing a finger to my lips.
I suck the slender digit into my mouth.
Pam shakes her head, giving me a side eyed glance. “Don’t be getting any ideas.”
“You’re the one over here watching porn, babe.”
“It’s not porn.” She scowls.
“They are totally fucking. No one can act that good.”
“Shut it.”
“I’ll shut you up.” I tease at her nipple that strains against the fabric of her nightie. “Shove my cock down your throat.”
“Quit.” She smacks at my hand.
“You don’t want me touching you then you should’ve picked a different show to watch.” I slide my hand down the top of her nightgown to fondle her tits skin to skin.
“Link.” Her lips part and her legs open.
“Tell me what you want, Pam. Want me to make you come?” I slide my other hand between her thighs. She isn’t wearing any panties. “So full of shit.” My wife is soaked. “Watching them fuck making your horny?”
Her teeth rake over her bottom lip.
“Answer me,” I grit along the shell of her ear, sucking the tender flesh into my mouth.
“No,” she whispers.
“Fuckin’ lying.” I shove a finger in her sweet heat, and she quivers.
She squirms pushing my hand away. “I smell the pizza.”