Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
The outside light shines above me as I hop out of my truck. I’ll deal with the trailer and my bike later. I’m just anxious to surprise my girl. She’s going to be shocked I’m back early. The bigger surprise will be the ring I have in my pocket. She’s been after me to marry her for months—ever since her best friend Amanda got married. I didn’t see the need. I mean we’d been together for a while. I claimed her as my old lady. As far as I was concerned, I was hers and she was mine. I guess all women want that ring and white dress though. This move to Kentucky will mark a new beginning. Nora wants a wedding? Well, we’ll have a big one. Besides, the lakes here drive up the housing market. It will be cheaper in Kentucky. We’ll be able to sell this place, pay for her big-ass wedding, and still have enough for a nice house in Kentucky. Hopefully, I can talk her into a house with property. These damn cookie-cutter townhomes kill me. I’d like a big yard, one large enough for a dog to run around in and maybe kids. Nora doesn’t want kids right now, but I’m hoping that will change once we’re settled in Kentucky with my ring on her finger.
That thought makes me smile as I let myself in the front door. It’s late so I imagined Nora would be sleeping, but there’s music playing on the Bluetooth speaker on the fireplace. It’s playing a popular pop song that she always listens to. I can’t tell you the name of it. It’s not my type of music. She plays it a lot, though. Nora has a playlist that she likes to play when she wants sex. It’s become my signal that she’s in the mood. If I could change one thing about my woman, it’s that I would rather sex be spontaneous—not to mention more often. I don’t suppose anyone is perfect, though. Like right now, I imagine she’s sound asleep and I’d love nothing more than to wake her by burying my dick deep inside her. Unfortunately, Nora doesn’t like to have her sleep interrupted—not even with sex.
I push those thoughts aside, and head toward our bedroom. I’ll need to find her phone to disconnect the speaker. As I walk down the hall, sounds hit me that leave me feeling stunned. I shake my head, not quite believing what I’m hearing. I feel like I can’t breathe. The sounds of skin slapping against skin is almost as loud as the grunts and moans echoing from the room in front of me. Our bedroom door isn’t closed all the way, and I stand in front of it, looking inside as my woman is in our bed, on all fours, getting drilled from behind by Devil’s kid, LD. He’s a good ten years younger than Nora—fuck maybe more. He’s a man-whore who enjoys having a different woman (or women) in his bed nightly at the club. He’s been prospecting, but has just been voted in. There’s word that the club is pushing him to take a serious role in it. It’s one of the reasons the offer from King meant so much. After seeing this shit, it means even more. I wonder if my whore of an old lady knows that LD has some chick that he’s supposedly serious about despite fucking everything coming or going? I’d enjoy watching her fall back to reality, but I don’t plan on hanging around.
“That’s it, baby, right there. Fuck me harder,” Nora whimpers, her head bent down into the mattress.
LD slaps her ass with a groan. “Going to blow my load so hard you’ll feel my cum dripping down your legs for hours,” he vows as he smacks her ass.
Anger fills me, but I step back. It feels like my heart has been cut out of me. The betrayal is deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced. I push it away, forcing my feet to function. I leave the house, hop in my truck, and head straight back to the club. I’m not going to warn Nora. Fuck, no. I know she has a doctor’s appointment in the morning. I was there when they called to confirm it. It’s to get the whore’s birth control renewed. She won’t miss that. She’s been very emphatic that she doesn’t want kids for a few more years. She felt I should be moved up in the club and our financial security firm before kids. I should have known then she was just a fucking user. I’ve been blind, but thank God that won’t be an issue anymore. I actually owe her a thank you—especially since she’s fucking around on me. I’ll wait until I know she’s gone to the doctor, and then I’ll come pack up my shit.