Skye Warren - Short Smut, Vol. 1

I stood in awkward limbo, dying to touch her but restrained by the strange energy in the room. She sounded the same, she looked the same despite my baggage assault, but she was supposed to return tomorrow. Instead she sat here in the dark.

“ I can get you some ice,” I offered lamely.

“ No, don’t worry about that.”

Don’t worry about that, as if I should worry about something else. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I couldn’t see her expression beyond the lowering of her eyes, but tension prickled my skin. “That’s what I was going to ask you.”

My mouth went dry. So she had noticed my sexual melancholy. Okay, come clean. Don’t panic. And don’t lie! “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Fuck.

“ Don’t you?” she asked. “Oh, Wyle. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I sat down beside her, too afraid to touch her and face rejection but too damned scared not to be close to her. “God, Melissa. I was so stupid. I never meant for you to know.”

To my horror, a tear trickled down her cheek, reflecting the dim light peeking form under the blinds. “I wish you would have told me. If there was something I could have done…”

“ No, baby, don’t say that. You’re perfect. It was me, just something I had to go through. But it’s over now, I swear. I’m completely with you now.” I was more than that, I belonged to her. Body, mind and soul, I was hers.

She stared at me for a long moment, then wiped her tears away with a jerky motion. “Look, Wyle,” she said, clearly striving for composure, though I could hear her voice shaking. “I love the games we play. I know you were nervous about it, at first, but this isn’t just for you. You know by now how much I love it too, don’t you?”

I thought about our time together, the way she had fallen so easily into her role as mistress. I had been so sure she’d done it just to please me, but would it have worked that quickly and continued for so long?

She always had a new idea to implement, a new way to tease. That kind of imagination didn’t match someone who was ultimately disinterested. And no one knew better than I how many orgasms she’d had on my dick or my tongue.

Could it really have been so simple, to find the woman that matched me in every way? That was another thing I had mistaken; to think that something quickly won was transient.

She sat up straighter. “But I just don’t know how I can do this. It would have been one thing if you had talked to me about it or wanted to do a threesome, but cheating? That’s not kinky, Wyle. That’s just douchebag.”

“ Cheating? What the hell are you talking about?”

“ Language,” she reminded mildly.

I subsided back onto the couch. “Yes, ma’am.”

“ Your secretary, that’s what I’m talking about. I had to find out from Elaine, by the way. Jim’s wife from the Tennis Club. I think she was getting a manicure when she told me, and she sounded way too smug. Wyle, if you needed something different… someone different-”

“ I don’t!” Oh God, I really didn’t. I took a deep breath so I could speak coherently. Then I told her everything, how the agency had sent over the secretary who dressed like that and walked like that and I didn’t want her. But then she saw my hard-on for Melissa, and I turned her down. And then the phone call.

To my utter shock and relief, she seemed to believe me. But then, I never could lie to her.

“ What I don’t understand,” she said, “is what you were talking about before, when you thought I didn’t know about Babette.”

Ah right, this was exactly why I didn’t lie to her. Because I did it so incredibly poorly. So I told her all about my weird little melancholy and how I had determined it to be a natural progression of our relationship after all.

I finally couldn’t hold back any longer, took her hand in both of mine. “So what I’m really trying to say is, please don’t leave me. I know I’ve been stupid. So unforgivably stupid.”

“ But you didn’t cheat on me?” She knew the answer.

“ It’s you. Only you.”

“ You’ve been obedient?” Jerking off, she meant.

Where before I had spoken as her husband, now I gave her the deference of a lover. “Yes, ma’am.”

“ No.” She abruptly stood and went to face the wall. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this right now.”

Fear stabbed my stomach, deflating my burgeoning erection. “Can’t do what, baby?”

“ I believe you. I do. I just spent the whole flight thinking you had done it, and freaking out and crying on the shoulder of Jed from Wyoming, and I can’t turn it off that quickly.”

She sagged against the wall, and I was there in a minute, holding her. My arms surrounded her, but they weren’t a cage-never that-but bracing her against my own weakness.

Then she whispered, “I was so afraid.”

I wanted to laugh. She was afraid? Of what, that as soon as my wife left me, I’d fall into bed with some young woman I didn’t even know… oh. Okay, fair enough.

It was how I’d met Melissa, technically, but that was different. Then my wife had left me permanently, not over the weekend. Then I had been devoid of hope and so damn lonely. Now all I had was hope; hope that I actually had an ounce of the charm that Melissa apparently thought I had.

“ Oh, baby. We make quite a pair, you and I.” I turned her around and pressed her to the wall, my forehead against hers. “Both of us afraid to lose the other. But there really isn’t any chance of me leaving you, and it has nothing to do with the way your voice gets low and sexy when you tell me what to do. I love you. Ah, I love you so much.”

“ I love you too. But what are we going to do? We can’t go on this way, lashing out at the first sign of trouble.”

“ The only thing we can do. I’m going to trust you. It may not always be easy. I’m a little crazy about you, if you hadn’t noticed, and sometimes I can’t think straight for wanting you. But I’ll just fucking do it, I’ll trust you anyway, because the alternative is unthinkable. When I doubt you, I’ll remember that you love me, that you want me. And when you doubt me, you’ll know that there would never be another for me.”

I kissed her, to seal the deal.

When we parted, she looked down sheepishly.

I squeezed her hip. “What is it?”

“ I guess I feel a little guilty about the whole thing. I wasn’t here to relieve you, that was bad enough, but then I told you not to come for a whole week. I can’t help but wonder if that wasn’t the cause of your little… indiscretion.” Of course she would find some way to heap the blame upon her sexy shoulders. And technically, that’s exactly what had set me off, but it wasn’t her fault that I was so hot for her all the damn time.

Then again, I wasn’t one to give up an advantage.

“ You might be onto something,” I mused. “Perhaps you owe me one.”

She caught my teasing tone and raised one eyebrow. “You think I deserve a punishment?”

“ No…” I hedged. “But you did mention that if I had just come to you with a proposal for a threesome-”

“ So you do want another woman,” she exclaimed.

“ Not a woman.”

Her eyes brightened with curiosity. “Wyle, what are you telling me?”

“ I’ve always had this one setup in my head. Me, tied up in the corner. You, on the bed with some hot guy between your legs.”

“ Oh my God!” That wasn’t surprise in her voice but pure delight.

I kissed her again, pushed her back against the wall. The flash of aggression surprised me; it surprised her too, based on the moan she released into my mouth. But I wanted her this way, now, quickly, and I’d keep going unless she told me to stop. Instead she pulled me closer until we both tumbled to the ground, her body a hot, sweet cradle for mine.