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My eyes track him on the dance floor, moving slowly with Miller, hand resting on her mid back, the other holding hers out to the side. He catches me watching him from across the way and a slow, sleepy smile spreads across his lips.
He’s not temporary in my life either. At the very least, Isaiah Rhodes is quickly becoming my closest friend. And for maybe the first time, I can admit that when I move, I will miss him too.
“Do you have a last name, Kennedy?” Vincent asks as he once again steps into my space and places his hand on my shoulder, completely disregarding that I asked him not to. I flinch, but it’s only there for less than a second before his hand is forcibly removed. Isaiah shoves him back a step. “Rhodes,” he says. “Her last name is Rhodes. Now get your fucking hands off my wife.” “Whoa, man,” Vincent says with an awkward laugh. “It’s cool. I’m a big fan of yours.” “I don’t give a fuck who you are.” Isaiah puts his body between us. “She asked you not to touch her.”
MY WIFE!!!!!!!
Those words finally stop him, turning him back to face me, anger and hurt written all over his face. “What’s wrong with me?” He exhales out a dry laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that my brother just announced his retirement and I’m a fucking mess right now, Kennedy. And yeah, I get it. You’re leaving too, but if you want to do that shit while we’re still married—” He motions towards the field and bar where we just came from. “You can go ahead and give me divorce papers right now.”
“You heard me.” He loosens the tie around his neck. “I get what this is to you. I know you’re going to see other people after me, but it’s sure as shit not going to happen while you’re still married to me.”
“I didn’t want him near me. I didn’t want him touching me. But you can’t stand there and say you haven’t touched another girl since we were in Vegas.” His head visibly jerks back. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“When I’m what, Kennedy?” His voice is loud and angry. “When I’m constantly thinking about you? When I’m trying my best just to get you to notice me? Or when I’m too busy not touching other women. Because I haven’t laid a finger on anyone other than you. Not once. And not just since we got married. I haven’t even looked at another woman since the day I found out you ended your engagement. I would’ve waited for you since the day I met you had I known you weren’t in love with your fiancé. For years, I thought you were happy with someone else. But I only found out ten months ago, Ken. For the
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“God.” His exhale is full of agony. “Why can’t you see it? Why can’t you see me?”
I remember the day Isaiah found out about my failed engagement. I hadn’t been wearing that gaudy ring for months at that point, but he didn’t realize until one Sunday afternoon in the training room. He startled me while I was working on his body, grabbing my left hand to inspect the bare finger. He quickly asked if I was okay, and once I told him I was, this guy’s face lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree.
Because of me. Because he wants me. Because he wants me to want him.
“That’s fine if you don’t want to talk,” I continue, undoing his shirt until it falls open. “I don’t need to use words to show you that I want you.” He stills in confusion, as if he doesn’t believe the words I said. And that’s my fault. I confused him. I never let him believe there was a chance with us.
Because I never let myself realize he was there. So, I do something I didn’t know I would ever do in front of him—I begin to drop to my knees.
“Don’t fucking apologize.” He watches me with rapt attention as he peels off his suit jacket and drapes it on the bathroom floor between us. “Now you can get on your knees in front of me.” Oh.
Ahhhhhhhhh
“Look at you,” he says, running his thumb over my mouth. “Plump lips parted and ready for me. Brown eyes big and so fucking innocent.” “Can you teach me what to do?” His erection is evident against his zipper as his jaw visibly tics. “You’ve never sucked a cock before?”
He runs a palm over my hair, his nostrils flaring as if he were trying to stay in control. “I’ll teach you how to be good, baby, but I’m sure as fuck not going to teach you for anyone else. I’m going to teach you how to be good for me.” Fuck.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh
He uses his forefinger to lift both my chin and my attention to him. Jesus, he’s downright feral. “I don’t want to be nice to you right now, Kenny. I’m pissed off, and I don’t feel like faking it.”
We don’t break eye contact, me on my knees and him standing over me. His jaw tics. “Take it out.”
He runs a palm over my head again, my hair slipping between his fingers, cupping the back of my skull to keep me held in my exact position. “Get it wet.”
“Spit on it. Lick it. I don’t give a fuck, but get it wet for me, Kenny.”
Screaming!!!!!!!
His words spur me on as I grip his shaft with one hand and lick a path from root to tip. “Yes,” he hisses between his teeth. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”
“Jesus, fuck.” He falls forward, bracing himself on the sink with one hand, using the other to tug my hair, forcing me to pull back and take a breath. “Who told you that you weren’t good at this?” I don’t answer because he already knows. I simply suck in some hard-earned oxygen.
His jaw flexes as he’s bent over, face hovering just inches above mine, cock glistening with my saliva. “He’s a goddamn liar. I don’t need to teach you shit.” Isaiah runs his thumb by the corner of my eye, gathering the moisture that pooled there.
“I’m going to ruin your makeup.” There’s no warning in his tone. It’s simply a statement. “Then I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. You got it?” I eagerly nod in agreement. “Use your words.”
YES SIRRRRR
“So fucking good, Kenny. Don’t listen to anyone else. Listen to me. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
I nod eagerly, in my fancy gown on the floor of the bathroom with mascara running down my cheeks and spit gathering around the corner of my lips. Like the classy lady I was raised to be.
“Are you going to be a good little wife and swallow it all for me?” I nod far too enthusiastically. “Good.” He licks across my lips and finishes it with a kiss. “Now, take a deep breath because it’s the last one you’re going to get for a while.”
“Good.”
“Now, take a deep breath because it’s the last one you’re going to get for a while.”
SCREAMINGGGGGG
God, the way he’s looking down at me, his anger mixed with so much need. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I have never felt more powerful than I do now, knowing I’m capable of unraveling him. I use his legs for support, fingernails digging into his flesh to hold on. “Hmm,” he hums.
“God, you’re so fucking good, Kenny, and that pisses me off that you’d be this good for anyone else.” Eyes locked on his, I shake my head.
“What’s that?” he asks in this menacing tone, knowing I’m not able to respond with words. “You’re not going to be good for anyone else?” I shake my head as he continues to fuck my mouth. “You’re only going to be good for me?”
“Only me, Kenny?” I moan around his length, my hips rhythmically searching for friction. “Goddamn, baby. Are you turned on from sucking me off?”
“Slip your fingers under that dress of yours and show me.”
I tentatively reach under my dress and gather my arousal on two fingers, holding the evidence up for him to see. “Fuck,” he growls, his eyes going dark as they lock on my fingers. “You’d do anything I told you to do right now, wouldn’t you?” “Anything.”
Isaiah bends over, grabbing my hand, and slipping my fingers into his warm, wet mouth before flicking his tongue over the tips in a way he might do to a very different part of my body.
I can’t hold back my smirk, seeing him a little bit unhinged, a little bit wild with me.
Contrary to his words, Isaiah tenderly holds my other hand—my left hand, rubbing his thumb over my ring—and then he’s coming in my mouth.
The way he holds my hand the entire time, as if he needed some part of him to be sweet with me the way he typically is. Reopening his eyes, every ounce of anger washes away.
He gently brushes my hair out of my face. “So pretty like this,” he says. “Mouth full of my cum.” The pad of his thumb traces down the line of my throat. “Now swallow it.”
AHHHHHHHHH
His grin is lopsided and lazy before he pulls me in for a searing kiss. It’s desperate and apologetic all at the same time. He stands, pulling me to stand with him, keeping me pinned to the sink as he reaches behind me and wets a towel. He takes his time, gently cleaning up my face, under my eyes, my lips.
“I’m okay, Isaiah.” “You’re better than okay, Kenny. You’re perfect.”
His voice is low, kept quiet in the small space between us. “You followed me when I told you not to.” “Sometimes I don’t like to listen to you.” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “And sometimes you listen and obey real fucking well.”
“I’ll always come back for more when it comes to you.” “Then why can’t you believe that I’d do the same for you?” I ask.
A moan escapes me when he wraps an arm around my waist, using his other hand to push my hips into his. He’s getting hard again. “Already?” I ask against his lips, continuing to rock myself on his lap. “I walk around with a constant hard-on thanks to you, wifey.”
AHHHHHHHHHHH
“What do you need?” he whispers. “I need you to fuck me.” Isaiah stills above me. “What?” “I. Need. You. To. Fuck. Me.” They’re words I never thought I’d say. “Tonight?” “Right now.”
“Then I’ll take your mouth.” His lips tilt, that devilish, knowing smile he’s mastered over the years. “Where?” A heat creeps up my cheeks, but it quickly cools when I remember who I’m with. “On my pussy.” “Fuck,” he growls. “My prim and proper wife did not just say ‘pussy’ to me. You keep talking like that and I’m going to come again.”
I chuckle below him. “I would really love it if we stopped talking altogether and you got to work. Show me what you’ve got, Rhodes.” He laughs. “You know I like it when you’re a little bit mean to me, Kenny. Makes me want to work harder for you.”
Ahhhhhhhh
He slowly lifts my dress, pushing it up my thighs. “What color panties am I going to find under here?” My dress gathers over my middle, the back still pinned under my ass, and I watch as Isaiah’s eyes instantly heat, his nostrils flaring when his attention snags on the apex of my thighs. “You’re not going to find any at all.”
“I should’ve known,” he says, licking a path down my inner thigh, cleaning up my previous mess, “that your pussy would be as perfect as the rest of you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” His hooded eyes bounce up to mine as he licks another path on the opposite leg. “Countless times, Kenny. I thought about how you’d taste.” His tongue darts out to clean up his lower lip. “Fucking heavenly, by the way. I thought about the way you’d squirm under me. I thought about the way you’d grip my fingers and one day, maybe my cock. I thought about it all. But my imagination wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing.”
