I should be angry at Cameron, but when I think about how he touched me last night, I feel a rush of arousal between my legs. I rub them together, and curse at myself for thinking about him. I’m married, I remind myself, but then my traitorous mind brings up memories of things I’ve never told anyone. Last night may have been the first time Ciaran has spoken to me like I’m worthless, but his actions have been screaming it at me for the past two years.
Things never used to be this way with us, not at first, but as the years passed, in the lead up to, and after we were married his problem with alcohol grew… then after we were married was when the drugs started. Prescription pills to begin with, then cocaine. The toxic combination made him paranoid, angry, and prone to violent outbursts. That’s when the abuse started, the bruises he’d leave on me after a night drinking always faded, and I knew it wasn’t his fault. It only got worse when we discovered the side effects of his continued indulgence in recreational drugs and alcohol.
When I failed to get pregnant, and continued to fail, he spiraled even further into his depression. The deeper he sank, the worse the beatings and guilt trips grew, and the more I thought about ending it. As he slowly came to terms with it and worked on getting off the cocaine, the better things became, and the less I felt like I was treading on eggshells around him.
He still blames me for my inability to fall pregnant with his baby, despite numerous tests telling us otherwise. Every single test I’ve had has indicated I’m fertile and more than capable of having a child, and every one of his has reported an absence of sperm in his semen. It never mattered to me—I was happy with it just being the two of us. Now, once again, I find myself wishing he were dead.
Chapter Five
Cameron
Forbidden Fantasies
I’ve not stopped thinking about Willow since I slipped into her house the other week and took everything I’ve been lamenting, having foolishly thrown it all away five years ago. I never thought I’d act on my feelings for her, especially with her being married to Ciaran. I took a risk, and I stabbed him in the back, but it’s not like he didn’t do the same thing to me when he swooped in and snatched Willow up for himself after I left her.
I wish I could take her away from him, to reclaim every part of her. Remembering the love bite I left on her ass makes me shudder with need. A part of me wonders if I could slip into their house again. People often mistake me for Ciaran, and him for me, even our parents can’t always tell us apart.
The more I think about it, the more I want to attempt it. I have a key, and I know my brother’s work schedule. Like last time, the timing would be risky, but that only makes it more exciting. Maybe I could slip in during the night and wake her up with my mouth between her thighs before I fill her with my dick.
As each impossible fantasy rolls through my mind, I pull out my phone and my dick and start jerking off to the picture of Willow my brother accidentally sent to me. The memory of her sweet whimpers and tight pussy stretched around me as I pounded into her has me swiftly reaching orgasm, and I come with a grunt, covering my hand in the sticky residue of my release.
After I’ve cleaned up, I get dressed. In my line of work and Ciaran’s, we both have to wear smart attire, so if Willow hasn’t looked too closely at his choice of clothing for the day, I should be able to pass myself off as my brother. I shouldn’t be doing this, especially not so soon after last time, but I’ve spent five years keeping my distance, denying myself everything I want. It’s time I made amends and righted the wrongs, but until the perfect opportunity arises, I’m going to continue having my fun.
Grabbing my keys, I leave the house, having made sure to lock up behind me. It’s still early, but much later than I’d usually leave for work. It’s my day off today, so I have all the time in the world, and I plan to make the most of every second. First, I need to get to my brother and Willow’s house, then once Ciaran has left for work, I can slip in, pretending to be him, under the guise of having forgotten something. The only thing I’ll have ‘forgotten’ is to thoroughly fuck her before I leave for ‘work’.
She’s bound to figure out the truth sooner or later—I just have to hope she won’t be too angry with me when she does. If the pain in her eyes when she looked at Ciaran at the party is any indicator, she may be more amenable to the idea of being with me than I ever dared to dream.
By the time I reach their house, my dick is aching and my hands are white-knuckling the steering wheel. The entirety of the short drive was spent trying to concentrate on the road while blocking out vivid mental images of Willow riding my dick as I sucked on her sweet nipples.
I park down the street and shut off the engine. I can see the house from where I’m parked, but I’m not in immediate view. Ciaran comes stomping out the front door, looking haggard and stressed. He wrenches open his car door, slides inside, and slams it shut before starting the engine and heading off the driveway and down the street.
Knock, knock, Willow. Did you miss me?
Chapter Six
Willow
Risks & Rewards
Things have gotten progressively worse between me and Ciaran, and I can’t see them ever getting any better. More than once since the night he left me unconscious in the shower, naked and sticky with his cum, he’s gotten blind drunk and either passed out or tried to force himself on me. I have very little money of my own, and no family nearby—not that they’d be willing to help me if they were. I could stay with Riley for a couple of days, but she has her own family and her little boy to worry about. She doesn’t need me asking her to help me with my problems as well.
An idea starts to form in my mind, but it’s insanely risky. There is someone who could help me—I could speak to Cameron, but unless he comes back again, I don’t know when I’ll see him next. I’ve not sought him out in the five years I’ve been married to Ciaran, and while he’s house and cat-sat for us on the rare occasions we’ve gone on vacation, I’ve hardly seen or spoken to him. Those moments at the party were the most interaction we’ve had in years, and it reminded me of how easily we used to get along… how compatible we still are. I shiver when I think about exactly how well we fit together.
I may not have initially realized it was Cameron fucking me to within an inch of my life, but once I knew it was him, the clearer it became, even though he doesn’t make love the way he used to—it seems he’s learned a few tricks over the years. My cheeks heat when I remember how it felt to have his fingers in my ass. That’s something I’ve only done a few times with Ciaran, and I’ve never really enjoyed it before… but that… that was mind-blowing.
Ciaran has left for the office, and I intend to spend the rest of the day getting some work done for a new client of mine. I’m a graphic designer—it was a hobby to begin with, a way to distract myself from the pain of failing to get pregnant and Ciaran’s treatment of me, but it’s slowly become my passion, and recently I’ve started to make a little bit of an income from it. Ciaran doesn’t know I’m getting paid for my work, he just likes that it keeps me out of the way when he wants to get drunk. It’s ideal for both of us—I don’t interrupt his drinking when I’m working, and he’s less inclined to come and breathe down my neck if he’s pursuing his favorite pastime.
I’ve just settled down at my laptop when I hear a car pulling up the driveway. My head snaps up and I stare at the door, tense with nervous anticipation, waiting for Ciaran to come walking back through it. The key in the lock makes my heart stutter, and when he enters the house it stops completely.
“I forgot something on my way out. Willow? Where are you?” he calls out, but I’m frozen and don’t immediately respond. “Willow?”
“In here.”
Shutting my laptop, I slide it down between the arm of the couch and the wall, and curling my legs beneath me, I wait for him to come in. He walks over to sit next to me on the couch and my eyebrows pinch together in a frown.
“Hey, baby, sorry I left the way I did this morning. With the
business struggling as much as it is, I’m stressed. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I forgot to do this on my way out this morning,” he says, leaning over and pressing his lips to mine.
The scent of his aftershave surrounds me with its musky fragrance, and I inhale a gasp of recognition. Cameron. My sharp intake of air against his lips opens my mouth for him to plunder with his tongue, which tangles frantically with mine. My blood is racing and heat floods down to my pussy. I try to remind myself I’m married, I’m married to his twin, but the twinge of pain I feel, recalling how our marriage has been falling apart due to his drinking and his recent outbursts, only makes me cling to Cameron more fiercely. I feel like an empty shell sitting on a beach, hollow, broken, and waiting to be claimed by the tide.
He thinks I don’t know his identity, but he’s wrong. I know exactly who he is, and I can’t get enough of him. Cameron gives, while Ciaran constantly takes. Cam’s hands are everywhere, touching wherever he can reach, and as he confidently slides his hand down the front of my leggings, I lift my hips to reach his touch. When he dips his finger into my pussy and brings it up to swirl around my clit, my eyes close as my head drops back, and he immediately attacks my neck, kissing and biting my skin.
His free hand grips my waist and moves me so I’m lying down on the couch. As he’s positioning me, he tugs my leggings and panties down my legs while still rubbing my clit. I lift my upper body to watch him as he delves his fingers into my pussy, and my back hits the couch when my hips rise to meet his skilled hands.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I cry out when he curls his fingers inside me, sending pleasure zinging through my entire body. He doesn’t let up as I fall over the edge, he just keeps on owning me. “I need you,” I manage to gasp, tugging on his shirt and bringing his mouth up to my lips to kiss him.
Cameron slowly withdraws his fingers, sending sparks through my clit when he lightly flicks it with his thumb, eliciting another gasp from me. He fumbles with his belt and pants, but once they’re open, I help shove them down his hips to just below his ass. He wastes no time repositioning himself at my entrance. The head of his cock dipping into me makes me squirm, and I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer.
“Please,” I whimper, my voice raw and needy.
He pushes in smoothly and slowly, sinking into me, inch by delicious inch. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he thrusts forward roughly until his hips kiss mine, and my mouth flies open in a silent scream.
“Willow, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, and lifting his hips, he pulls out only to slam back into me once more.
“Ohhh! Do that again, don’t stop.”
He obliges, setting a pace I can barely keep up with, our sweaty bodies moving together in perfect tandem. Heat coils low in my belly, and I‘m gasping, panting for breath. I’m parched, and only he can quench my thirst. I’m more alive now than I have been in years. It feels like he’s bringing me back with every touch, every kiss, and every single beat of our pounding hearts.
“I’m coming,” he growls, sinking his teeth into my trapezius, as he rocks his hips into me one last time and stops moving. His breath is hot against my skin, and I shudder when his tongue sweeps across my neck. “I’m not done, baby.”
“What?” I ask, breathlessly, confused because I can feel his cum inside me—a clear indicator that he’s finished.
He doesn’t answer, only lifts his body, and then bringing his hand between us, he starts strumming my clit. The rhythm, the pressure, and the feel of him still deep inside my pussy is too much to handle, and I come hard with a scream.
“Cam!”
Chapter Seven
Willow
Revelation
Did I just say his name out loud? I stare up at Cameron, searching his warm brown eyes for any sign that I did. His eyes are wide with shock, but he meets my stare head on.
“How long have you known?”
“Since you came through the door, apologized to me, and then kissed me. Why do it though?”
“Almost as soon as I walked away from you, I realized I’d left behind the best thing that ever happened to me, but by then, you and my brother had got together. You were both so happy, and I wasn’t about to wreck that.”
“You’re wrecking it now,” I point out.
“Are you honestly telling me that you’re happy with him?” he fires back, and I have no answer, because he’s right. He exhales sharply through his nose. “That’s what I thought.”
“You’re not the only one who made a mistake. I’ve been married to mine for five years because I realized it too late.”
We’re silent for a few moments, and when his softening cock slips out of my pussy, I clamp down my muscles so I don’t make a mess on the couch and nudge his chest.
“I need to get cleaned up,” I laugh, and he moves, pulling up his pants and tucking himself away. I shake my head. Men have it so easy.
Once I’ve used the bathroom and brushed my hair, I return to the living room and sit down next to Cameron. This feels so natural, and once again, I wish I hadn’t been so hasty in allowing Ciaran to sweep me off my feet in the wake of the destruction Cameron left behind when he broke my heart. I want to trust he wouldn’t leave me like that again, but I’m not even in a position to wish for that. I’m married, and I don’t have the means or the will to set a divorce in motion.
I’m stuck in a loveless relationship with a man that I’m pretty sure hates me most days. These last few weeks I’ve never been more glad he was unable to get me pregnant. Kids would’ve complicated things. But then, if he’d been able to get me pregnant, he might never have turned out this way. I want to say I knew what I was doing when I gave myself to him, but when it comes down to it, I was hurting, and I lashed out at Cameron in the only way I could.
“I need some time to think. You should probably go. If Ciaran catches you here, things will be worse than they already are.”
“What does that mean?” he asks sharply, and I flinch at the harshness of his tone.
“It means he lost his shit after your last little visit,” I snap.
Cameron’s face pales, and his expression darkens. “What did he do?”
“Does it matter? He was angry. That’s it.”
“Yes, it matters. If he hurt you…”
“Stop. It’s done. It’s in the past, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what he did.”
“Fine! Then I’ll leave, because it’s none of your damn business.” I stand up, ready to walk out the room, but Cameron stops me with a hand on my arm. I whirl around to face him, unable to stop the tears from streaming down my face. The hurt and anger are all mixed up inside me, a painful ball in my chest I want to carve out.
“If what I did made him hurt you, then it is my business, Willow.”
“He made me suck him off. I made him come so hard I was choking on it and couldn’t even swallow it all.”
Cameron winces, but then his eyes narrow. “That’s not everything. Talk to me, Willow. I don’t want to be the cause of your pain. Let me help you.”
“He was choking me… I couldn’t breathe, and then he pulled out and finished on my face. I passed out in the shower, naked, wet, covered in cum, and he did nothing to help me. He left me lying there. Now, get out.”
“I’m not leaving you, Willow. I made that mistake before, but I’m not about to make it again.”
“I’m married, Cam. You’re too damn late to do anything about it. You can’t just swoop in five years too late and expect to be able to save me, like some knight in tarnished armor. It doesn’t work that way. I never stopped loving you, but you broke me when you walked out that fucking door. What’s stopping you now? The door is there, use it.”
I turn away, tired and exhausted from all the emotions flooding through me. I’ve barely taken a step when he stops me again. Yanking my arm from his grip, I lift my hand to slap him, but he catches it in his and uses my
own momentum to pull me into his arms as he kisses me.
Seven years of pain, five years of torture, and a single kiss from Cameron Magnus Murphy can still bring me to my fucking knees.
Chapter Eight
Cameron
Fallout
“What the fuck are you doing, Willow!?” a voice as familiar as my own bellows.
“Cameron, what are you doing here?” Willow asks, looking past me to Ciaran.
“Nice try, baby, but I’m not fucking stupid. How long have you two been sleeping together, then?” he demands. “I suppose he’s the one who got you pregnant, too?”
Willow pales at his accusation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She turns her head to face me, and her pleading eyes are begging me to do something.
He snorts, “I saw the fucking receipt, Willow. I found it on the floor of the car and you can’t tell me it’s from when we were trying. The date was printed right there on the slip of paper in black and white. You can’t keep the truth from me.”
“I thought he was you, I never for a single moment imagined it was him. As for the test, I thought maybe we’d gotten lucky and made a miracle!”
“I wish I could believe you, but we both know that’s bullshit. Tell me, did you ever love me, or was it always just a ploy to make him jealous?”
My mind races. Was that the reason she dated him? If so, why would she marry him?
“I loved you, that wasn’t a lie,” she chokes out, her voice breaking on the words. “You cared for me, you helped me pick up all the discarded pieces of myself, and you glued them back together. I married you. What does that tell you?”
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