by Sam Crescent
Sex wasn’t going to make this issue go away.
“The club is its usual self.”
“Dirty, stinky, smelly?” John asked.
Gunner threw his head back and laughed. “Close. I did hire a cleaner. He’s been doing a good job.”
“You hired a man?” John looked shocked. “What happened to the woman?”
“She became club property as she couldn’t say no to the men. She was keeping them serviced when the club whores wouldn’t.”
She chuckled and pressed her thighs together. Scarlett would love to get serviced at least once by her husband. It had felt like forever since they had sex or fucked really good that made them all sweaty and felt amazing.
“Don’t you think, honey?” John asked.
“What? Sorry?” She hadn’t heard anyone say anything.
“I was just saying that maybe if he stopped them fucking on every single surface, he wouldn’t need to worry.”
“Yes. I agree.” Her cheeks were on fire. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t been paying attention to what was being said, just thinking about being fucked really good by her husband.
The rest of the meal went by without a problem. Gunner and John shared some really good memories, and she listened to them, enjoying them talk about the good old days. Once dinner was finished, she grabbed the dishes and made her way into the kitchen.
Gunner followed her.
“He’s just getting me some paperwork,” Gunner said when she looked behind him.
“Oh, okay. Would you like some of this to take away?” she asked, taking the lasagna from him.
“I’d love some.”
She grabbed a bag and started to pack him a large slice.
Scarlett paused as he seemed to step right up behind her. “You’re not afraid of John, are you?”
“What? No.”
When she made to turn, Gunner stopped her, his hand at the back of her neck. The smallest touch of his fingers and she gasped, her nipples going hard. Gunner was much larger than she was, and now she realized how deadly he was.
All it would take was a single gunshot and John was gone, and she’d be completely at his mercy.
She quickly shoved those thoughts out of her mind. Gunner would never harm his friend. He loved John.
“Then what is going on?” Gunner asked.
“We’re just having some trouble, is all. We’re good though, and I’m not afraid of John, not at all. I promise.”
“If you ever feel afraid of him, you’d call me?”
“Seriously, Gunner, we’re just having some troubles with the test results. There’s nothing going on.”
She forced herself to turn. He released her for a second, but his hand went to her throat, and they stared at each other.
“John would never hurt me, and I love him, more than anything.” She wasn’t afraid of John. He’d never been physically violent to her. A few spanks in the bedroom, and the way he used to hold her down, but she’d loved that.
No, what she was afraid of most was John leaving her.
That was what she couldn’t stand.
“Am I interrupting something?”
She froze, staring up at Gunner.
“Nothing. Just trying to figure out what’s going on with you two.” Gunner stepped back.
“He seems to think you’re hurting me. I’m just letting him know that we’re fine.”
John chuckled.
They left the kitchen without another word. She finished the dishes and went straight up to their bedroom.
She took a quick shower, changing into a pair of pajamas. Anything sexy was off the menu right now. She was combing her hair when John entered. “Gunner’s gone home.”
“Okay.”
He moved up behind her, taking the brush from her hands. “There are times I think he’s really lonely.”
“Maybe we should find him a woman or a wife?”
“It’s not a wife he wants. It’s … someone else.”
She stared at her husband, waiting for him to say something else.
“I’m sorry about the way I was tonight and for the way I’ve been.”
“It’s fine. We’ve had a shock.”
“You don’t think I’d hurt you, do you?”
“No.” She chuckled. “I can’t even believe that Gunner would think that either. I guess he’s on edge with club business. That’s why he was here, right?” He finished brushing her hair, and he nodded. She turned around, cupped his face, and kissed him. “I know you’d never hurt me, John. You’re the best man that I know.”
He held her wrists and pressed a kiss to each of her palms. “You’re way too good for me, and if you ever did feel afraid of me, I want you to go straight to Gunner.”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “No, John, I’m just right for you, and stop already. You’re not the big bad wolf here.”
Scarlett didn’t want to push him, so she waited, being as patient as possible with him.
“I’m going to take a shower. I’ll join you in a second.”
And the moment was gone. She nodded, pulling away. Climbing into bed, she waited and listened as he took a long shower.
Not for the first time she wondered when they were going to get back on track. She missed her husband and didn’t want to spend the rest of her life living like this.
Tears filled her eyes, but she pushed them away, refusing to let them fall or to give up hope. One way or another, she’d make this work.
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