His shoulders sagged with relief like he had expected her to end things with him. The fear of rejection from someone you love was a feeling I could understand and it had been written all over his face. He stepped to her.
“I would never put you in a position that you weren’t comfortable in, or do something you don’t want.”
“What if I don’t know what I want yet?”
“Then that’s fine too. I just don’t want you to leave.”
Brenn wrapped her in his arms. She hugged him back, her contentment apparent, but her eyes wandered over to me. She ran them over me like she had at the Gala. Like there was something she was trying hard to see, mapping my edges. Her eyes moved down until they stopped at my hand.
“How’s the hand?” She asked. It was probably only the second thing she ever said directly to me and I decided I liked how her voice sounded when it was directed at me. And I liked the fire she tried to conceal under her demure body.
“It’s okay.” I said.
Brenn relinquished his hold on her and turned. “He’s lying. The one cut hasn’t healed much yet but he’s too stubborn to have it looked at.”
“I can take a look. If you want.” She said, her bright eyes still trained to me.
Macy walked over to me, and this time when she held out her hand for mine I didn’t hesitate. She unwrapped the gauze and moved my hand under the light overhead.
“This cut is deeper than I thought.” She said, more to herself than me.
“I’ll grab the first aid kit.” Brenn said, before leaving us in the quiet of the room.
She indicated I sit on the couch and I did. She sat beside me and pressed her fingers around the cut.
“Why did you really come back?” I asked, taking advantage of having her to myself. Her eyes flickered up to mine. “I mean a smart woman doesn’t just waltz into this fucked up scenario without a reason.”
She turned her eyes back down to her inspection of my hand and answered with a shrug. “Brenn and I share a lot of things that I think are too rare to give up so easily. I love him and I trust him and those things are hard to do sometimes. And if Brenn trusts you then I do too. That’s enough reason for me to at least figure out what our future will look like, if there’s any future between us to be had.”
Brenn had returned while she was talking and stood at the doorway, listening. My eyes met his.
“You might regret that.” I said to her, to him.
“Maybe. But I don’t think so.” Macy turned her head to Brenn and he walked over to hand her the kit before moving away again, giving us space. “I obviously wasn’t expecting this, but I wasn’t expecting Brenn in my life.
Or this baby either. Unexpected doesn’t always mean bad. If life has taught me anything it’s that it rarely follows a straight line. That doesn’t mean I’m any closer to knowing where to go from here, but at least I’m willing to try.”
She worked while she talked, her nimble fingers cleaning the cut. She secured a bandage around it and closed both of her hands around mine. Her eyes searched mine like I held the answer. And being this close to her I could see what Brenn saw.
A fighter; someone strong enough to handle her own shit even when that shit was me. Someone who made our desire for a connection outside of ourselves not just a fantasy that you store in the back of your mind, but a real possibility.
It didn’t escape me that Brenn was still standing, watching. How things went from here was up to her and I, and it had to be killing him to keep his distance, to chance his desires on us.
His eyes were fixed on where Macy and I were touching, our hands, her knees against my thigh. It was too much of a temptation to resist and I found my fingers eager to see exactly how excited I could make him. How willing she really was to try. How far I would let myself go. My good hand covered hers, fingers dancing along the delicate skin at her wrist.
“You’re sure you trust me?” I asked.
Her bright eyes knew what I was asking, yet she nodded with no hesitation.
“I need you to say it.”
“I trust you.” She answered, licking her lips, anxiety laced with excitement.
I had no idea anymore if I was trying to prove her wrong or if I wanted a taste of the pleasure she so readily gave Brenn. Once she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, though, it didn’t matter much anymore. I wanted to taste her skin and feel it against my own and I hoped like hell she wouldn’t stop me.
My hands gripped her wrists, though lamely with the one hand. Despite that she came easily, willingly, when I pulled her towards me. Her legs straddled mine, but her head was turned to Brenn. She must have seen in him what I saw there, raw desire and lust, because when she turned back to me there was no hesitation left.
I tugged at her wrists again, bringing her closer to me, and I breathed in her warm skin. My lips met her neck, her collarbone, pulling delicate skin into my mouth. Her hands wriggled in my grasp. She could easily have moved them away. I gave her wrists a soft squeeze and she stilled them, submitting herself to me, giving me her trust, her body.
And then he was there, behind Macy, his hands on her waist and his lips pressed to the shell of her ear. The air shifted around us, becoming warmer, heavier with Brenn so near. The inaudible words he was whispering to her made her moan against my lips and I swallowed her sounds.
His hands moved between Macy and me, pulling up her shirt. I released my grip on her wrists, allowing him to slide it off. With her arms free, Macy slid the buttons of my shirt free, fingers greedy to pull the fabric away and move her hands over my chest. I shivered under her touch.
I stood and her legs slid down my body until she was touching the floor. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, and with her silent permission, I slid the button free and pushed them down. Once she stepped out of them I ran my hands down her smooth body until I was gripping her perfect ass, raising her onto me again, feeling her warm center against me.
I felt the familiar tug of Brenn’s hands on my belt, his firm grip dragging down, his eyes locking with mine over her shoulder. I saw his need, his desire to make this happen. And fuck it, so did I. I needed to know if she really could trust me like Brenn. Love me like Brenn. All my angst dissolved like salt in the rain under their touch on my body.
Brenn grabbed onto my hips, walking us back to the wall. His one arm snaked around Macy’s waist, supporting her, while his other hand pinched at the stiff peaks of her nipples. Low moans filled the room and my cock began begging for attention.
I traced her seam with the head, so warm and sweet, before pushing in. Her body tensed around me, squeezing me. I thrust into her with a pace that belied the need I felt building. Something about this moment made me not want to rush this.
Macy leaned her head against Brenn’s shoulder, a moan leaving her lips, her fingers lacing into my hair. I braced my hands on his shoulders, no longer able to resist her lips. Brenn continued to tease her tits, his hands trapped between us, his mouth on her neck working her from behind. Macy’s lips pulled and teeth nipped. Her hunger matched mine and I fought hard to keep my pace even.
Brenn’s hand threaded itself into Macy’s at the back of my neck and his mouth broke away from her, seeking mine. And then it was Brenn and me, the old familiarity enveloping. The one constant in my life, the one thing that made everything else seem less shitty. And permeating Brenn’s grip was Macy, all soft curves and hunger.
Each gentle caress from her small hand was tempered by a nip, a long run of her finger nails along my chest, an indecent oath whispered from perfect lips. I lost track of whose hands were where, whose scent filled my nose. It was both of them, all of them.
I had wanted to take her as far as she’d let me and to see if a future here for all of us was even possible, but with every one of her caressing touches, every moan of pleasure she let go she was proving it to me.
My restraint snapped, hips pumping into her with abandon. The sound of skin against skin, the scent of
arousal, the tightness of her pussy contracting against me did me in. The sound of our moans echoed in unison. Feeling Brenn’s grip on me tighten and Macy tremble in my arms undid me. I came hard inside of her, pulsing with pleasure and sweet release.
I hadn’t realized how tight we had all been holding onto one another until I stepped back to let Macy slide down to her feet and I felt the heaviness in my limbs. With swollen lips and no trace of regret, Macy smiled up at me. Her pure acceptance, her willingness to trust when I showed nothing but resistance got to me and I smiled at her.
“I guess there’s no going back from that.”
Brenn turned her in his arms and kissed her in earnest before stepping in to touch his lips to mine. He led the way to his bedroom and as we settled into bed, all slick with sweat, Brenn threw an arm around my waist and pulled my back close to him. Macy curled up against me, long hair dancing across my arm and soft breaths cooling my skin.
“This can be as simple or as complicated as we make it.” He said from behind me, and I understood. Resisting their pull would be like trying to stop a freight train.
“True. And I know how much you hate to complicate life with trivial things. Like birth control, for example.
He laughed into my skin. “A baby doesn’t complicate things, Mic. Just the opposite.”
“How so?” Macy asked, voice thick with sleep.
“It means that we’ll always share a link between us. No matter what happens there’s proof that we love each other. That we’re a family.”
Fucking Brenn. I hated it when he was right.
I smiled against the top of Macy’s head, my hands finding their way to her soft belly, caressing the smooth skin there. Ceremonies and rings never held much appeal for me. Those things could be broken and tarnished as easily as words. This feeling, though, a bond that held Macy to Brenn and both off them to me was something that promised to last a lifetime.
Dirty Obsessions
Chapter 1
The Bradley couple has been married for ten years. As teenagers, they were high school sweethearts, who were inseparable. She was the good girl and he was the football player. It was the typical high school relationship, except for the fact that Charlotte was a freak in the sheets and Cooper was actually pretty submissive when it came to sex.
As they grew up, becoming high school seniors, their relationship grew rather provocative, until they were fucking each other under the school bleachers after each of Cooper’s games. Charlotte loved it.
Their relationship made her feel naughty and strong. She always felt a hit of adrenaline anytime she was with Cooper. While they were both in high school, she couldn’t get enough of Cooper Bradley.
Then after high school, Cooper popped the question. It was the happiest day of Charlotte’s life. She, of course, said yes as he got down on one knee and pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. They got married in the summer between high school and college.
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This had been ten years ago. Now everything was different. Charlotte was no longer intoxicated by the thought of Cooper. Yes, she was still in love with him or she would have left him long ago, but it seemed she was no longer attracted to him.
The biggest problem in their relationship was sex. Their sex life was in jeopardy and Charlotte didn’t know why. She wished she could figure it out, but it seemed like the more she thought about it, the worse it got. She knew it wasn’t normal or healthy for their relationship, but what could she do when her husband no longer made her wet?
They were already twenty-eight years old and reaching the taboo age of thirty, where everything goes downhill. As a married couple, without children, they were supposed to be living life to the fullest. They were supposed to travel and fuck like bunnies, but instead they lived on opposite sides of the house barely talking to each other. Charlotte didn’t want to live like this anymore. But what could she do?
Chapter 2
August 25th. It was the Bradley ten year anniversary, a hallmark in any relationship, but for some reason, Charlotte felt like it was just another day. Why should this day be any different from any other day?
She expected Cooper would try and scramble something together for their special day, but at the end of the night, Charlotte was almost sure she would find herself unimpressed. She felt so frustrated. It felt like she would never be happy again. She knew it wasn’t fair to Cooper for her to be mopey since he was trying so hard to keep her happy, but Charlotte couldn’t help it. She felt like her life was in a rut.
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If this had been their first or second anniversary, Charlotte would have taken the day off of work in order to fuck and celebrate with her husband, but this year, she took a double shift at work. It was as if Charlotte didn’t want to go home at all. In a way, it was true. She didn’t want to face the disappointment she was about to experience.
Eventually, however, Charlotte found herself opening the door to her home. Any other year, she would have been excited about coming home to Cooper. In their early marriage, Cooper had a habit of surprising her anytime she worked late, but lately that tradition had vanished. Charlotte wished she knew what had happened to their marriage but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find the trigger that had pushed their marriage into a rut.
Charlotte opened the door now. She suddenly felt Cooper wrapping his arms around her tightly, leaning her back, kissing her hard. He wrapped one of her legs around his waist, as he continued to lean her back until her head was almost touching the ground.
Cooper had always loved the fact that Charlotte was a dancer and thus capable of being very flexible. It always added to their fun.
Cooper continued to kiss his wife, hard. His lips were smacked against hers. He kissed her passionately as if a fire had ignited inside of him. Charlotte was a little surprised by this sudden onset of excitement. She decided to play along, hoping that tonight would turn their marriage around.
She placed her hands on his cheeks, kissing him hard. Her tongue started to force her way into his mouth. Charlotte had always been the more dominant one in their marriage. She took command now, pushing him into the counter as she kissed him even harder. She was determined to relight the fire in their relationship.
She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling it slightly as she pressed their crotches together. She could feel his hardening member press against her thigh and smirked. She was definitely turning him on. However, when she thought about it, she realized that she was bone dry. She suddenly stopped kissing him, disappointed. There was a time in their relationship, where just his look was enough to make her wet. Now, not even a kiss was enough.
She pulled away, frustrated. Cooper sighed. The night was going in such a good direction. What had happened? Was it something he did? Cooper didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to make Charlotte angry, so he stayed quiet before saying softly, “I made dinner…”
Charlotte was frustrated but didn’t want to take it out on her husband. She decided to play out the night out and see where it went. There was something in her chest telling her it would be a disappointment, but she decided to give it the benefit of the doubt.
She turned around, looking at her husband now. “Thanks, honey, what did you make?” She asked, pretending to be interested, even though she wasn’t at all hungry. Her mouth felt like it was full of acid. She felt sick to her stomach.
Cooper smiled at her, thinking she was genuinely interested and hungry. “I made your favorite! Lamb chops!” Cooper looked at her, waiting for her reaction. He wanted nothing more than to make her happy.
He had noticed that their marriage was taking a turn. It wasn’t the same anymore and he wanted that to change. This was why he had put so much effort into preparing for their anniversary. He had planned everything: dinner, dessert, after dinner entertainment, and, of course, the romantic night to follow. There was no doubt in his mind that things would change tonight.
Chapter 3
Despite Cooper’s best inten
tions things did not go as smoothly as he had hoped. Dinner had ended up being hopelessly awkward for the both of them. He had pulled out the good wine, but even that tasted bitter in his mouth as he watched his wife barely touch her food. Was she sick? Was she having another one of her bad nights?
Cooper just wanted to find out what had happened to their marriage. When he was newly married everything in the world seemed perfect and now it seemed like everything was falling apart. Cooper was trying to pick up the pieces but all he did was cut himself on all the broken pieces. Even tonight, when he was trying so hard to fix their marriage, everything seemed to be going astray. He hated it.
Despite these feelings, Cooper could not stop the awkwardness that consumed the dinner table as they ate their anniversary dinner. Cooper prayed that dessert and after dinner entertainment would turn things around but even that fell short. It seemed like nothing would work to get his old wife back.
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