The Fishermen (Infidelity #2)

by C.P. Harris

“Your hole is mine to take, to use, to abuse, whenever the fuck I so please,” he snarled, and my teeth clamped so hard together I thought for sure they’d shatter. “My hole, my body, my everything,” I managed to get out, “is all yours.”

“Tell me you feel it, Leland. Tell me you feel my cum marking you, branding you as mine.”

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Nothing is worth anything without you.”

I was in my soft season, he’d said to me once. The season where I made love to remember, instead of fucking to forget.

We were all a sum of our experiences and trauma, and I wondered about the horrors she must have faced for her to do what she did to me.

“So we’ll be fishermen? That’s what will cure me?”

“It’ll be the cure for all the bad things life will throw at us, because there will be plenty. Nothing is ever perfect, Leland. But we can choose how we deal with it.”

So long as I was with him I would do and try anything, because he made me believe anything was possible.

He hauled me higher up so he could look deeply into my eyes, the place where he would forever find all the love I held for him.

“I’ll teach you how to catch a...