My eyes grew wide at his suggestion and I admit I was floored. It was a night of unexpected outcomes it seemed. He wanted me to...peg him? Me?
I was going to ask him why. Try to figure out what made him ask me for that but then my brain cleared up from the haze of desire fogging it and I remembered what day it was.
Fucking Friday.
I withdrew my arms from him and pushed at his chest until he stepped away from me.
"I don't believe this," I hissed angrily. "You have got to be joking."
He frowned at me. "Skye, it's okay if you can't-"
"That's not what the problem is, Cole," I interrupted. "It's the fact that you’re asking me for this tonight, after telling me you had a headache when I tried to make love. You called him again, didn't you?"
He refused to answer me but his silence proved enough. I scoffed in disbelief. "You told me you wouldn't. He doesn't care about us, Sawyer. What happened tonight? Did you guys take a nice little trip down memory lane about how you miss the sex and stuff? Did he turn you on too much?"
Cole shot me an angry look. "I told you we don't do things like that, Skye. We just talk. About normal stuff," he bit out, clenching his fists.
I narrowed my eyes at him, my face heating up at his confession. He had promised me he would stop. I'd caught him calling that asshole a few months into our marriage and Cole had admitted to it. To calling him every Friday night. Their 'date' night because what else would it be? That was how it was when they'd been living together. Friday night was date night.
"I can't believe you'd do this to me. That's all him and his cheating ass are good for but not you, Cole!" I cried out.
"Skye, you're overreacting. I just thought we could spice things up a little, that's all," he countered in a tight voice.
I let out a laugh. "Spice things up, oh wow. What, am I not doing it for you, anymore? Huh? You have to bring Jasper into our sex life too."
His expression grew incredulous at my words. "All I did was-"
"Ask me to peg you," I cut in strongly. "On the night you spoke to him. Clearly, it's because you miss his dick or something. I'm not a fool, Cole. I won't be made into one again."
He was shaking his head at me, looking all flustered and stunned. Then he turned away, clutching his hair between his fingers. "You know what, forget I asked," he breathed out as though in shock.
"It's you who needs to forget," I snapped. "Not me. I'm sorry I can't be him."
Cole, my sweet, adorable Cole, actually let out a growl. "Jesus. Fuck," he jerked out roughly before walking away. "Enjoy your shower, Skye."
Then he was gone.
I stood there under the spray for a while, going over the conversation in my head while breathing hard. I swallowed a few times, then turned to face the wall. Hating myself for it, I slowly removed my waterproof vibrator from the recess in the wall as hot, shameful tears burned my eyes.
I closed them tightly and used my other hand to touch myself, to pinch my nipples and slide my palm firmly over my hotly aroused body and all the time, I imagined him. I imagined that bastard. The way he used to hold me. How he loved to take me from behind whenever we were in the shower together, his teeth biting down on my neck.
I imagined his rough voice speaking degrading, filthy words to me, calling me his dirty little slut as his cock swelled inside of me. I used my vibrator like I wanted to use him and fantasized helplessly, biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
Jealousy burned inside me because it was Cole who got to hear that gruff voice and talk to him, gaze into his dark, deceitful eyes and then feel horny about it later.
"Jasper," I whispered and he was right there, crushing my breasts against the tiles, his cock pushing inside me roughly and possessively.
It was so wrong of me. So very weak and shameful. So wicked. I'd just laid into Cole for this very reason and yet, I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop my thoughts from conjuring him up or my body from craving him. When I exploded with my climax, I braced one hand against the wall and gasped, trying to catch my breath. And when I finally came down from the high, I stood there in the shower and cried for a long time, knowing I wouldn't be able to go and face my husband anytime soon.
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Chapter Four
Jasper
I scowled at the television in Logan's room at the bed and breakfast he was bunking in for his trip to Baltimore. We had come back here after dinner. Some stupid show was playing on TV and it just irritated the hell out of me. Even more irritating was the fact that I couldn't find the remote so I had to keep tolerating the stupid show.
Logan had been in the bathroom and when he came out wearing only a pair of plaid pyjamas, he stopped short and gave me an uncertain smile.
"Er...did I do something to piss you off?" he asked me.
I sighed and rearranged my facial expression, shifting a little when he sat next to me on the bed.
"Jeez, why are we watching this?" Getting up, he went over to the TV and switched it off before coming back to join me.
