Logging out of my account. I put in the info we used to create Oran’s account. “I got you, bro’. I’ll start at fifty-two weeks and work up.”
After we spend a good thirty minutes telling Ainslee to delete shit, we head inside to find the girls. I open the pantry to find Ainslee pointing a gun at Karessa. My blood pressure spikes and I speak before thinking.
“Put the gun down, Ainslee! All of this because she has a crush on your husband?”
Oran shoots me a confused glance while Ainslee and Karessa both look at me like I’ve dropped the world’s biggest secret. From the looks of it, Oran is the only one who didn’t know.
He reprimands Ainslee while Karessa squeezes between us to try to disappear. Ainslee leaves next and Oran follows.
I find my wife hiding in the bathroom. She’s trying to find a comfortable way to pout while wearing a butt-pug. She frowns at me when I enter and close the door.
“Dammit, Jagger. That’s embarrassing as shit!” she complains. “And if she didn’t already know, that would’ve made things awkward.”
“Cheer up, Karebear. He didn’t even notice. Plus, I was standing up for your safety. How the fuck am I supposed to know women point guns at each other for fun?”
The shit wasn't fun when I was held at gunpoint.
“It wasn’t for fun. We were talking about being held at gunpoint and she showed me. That’s all.”
“Noted, but there won’t be a time I won’t take up for you so understand that.” I pull her to me and steal a kiss. “I told you it’s my job to protect you. I don’t take it lightly.”
She blushes but tries to shrug like it’s not a big deal. I don’t care about that because now that I’ve had a taste, I put the adrenaline surge I just had into another kiss. Her fingers snake through my hair and I press her against the counter. I pull her to me, grinding her where she needs me.
“Jagger,” she pleads but it’s not time.
“I would fuck you right here if you weren’t on time out. Let’s take out your plug.”
“Here?”
I nod. “Oran knows you have it.”
“Ugh!” Karessa rubs her face. She’s so cute when she’s annoyed. “You two are worse than girls. Do you tell each other everything?”
“Yup. All the way down to how your pussy feels.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Karessa
Jagger convincesme to cuddle with him, citing that I failed to do my wifely cuddling this morning. We’re snuggled up on Oran’s couch as we wait for them to return. I would be jealous at the idea of them off having sex because Jagger is being stingy but I know the doctor shut that down. I am worried about Jagger’s outburst because I don’t want things to be weird between them and us.
“You’re mentally meddling so hard I can almost hear it.”
I look up at him. He sounds like himself but the weariness is still there, not that I’d expect him to be okay in a few days. I’d probably still be hiding in my home so there’s that. I’d asked Ainslee about ways to overcome or help him find his peace in the pantry but I know he’s not ready to discuss it. I want him to know that I’m here for him as promised but opt to stay on subject like he wants.
“I’m just hoping your outburst didn’t scare them off,” I tease him.
“Nah, Oran knows I fuck you too good for you to be obsessed with him.”
“He also knows I’m not getting any at all right now.”
He kisses me while simultaneously squeezing my ass. “Don’t get spanked.”
I chuckle although my sexual frustration is at an eleven.
“Ew. They’re cuddling,” Ainslee says while Oran agrees.
The awkwardness I feared isn’t there as we decide to watch movies.
