I watched her hop up onto the black marble kitchen counter, her feet swinging. Giving a nod, I went to the side pantry outside of the kitchen where I'd placed five bottles of wine that I'd bought from the hotel. Reaching down, I pulled up a bottle of red with a gold label that shimmered in the light. It was a 2018 Cabernet and the woman that had sold it to me had proclaimed it was an excellent year.
By the time I got back, Diamond was taking selfies. She didn't bother to stop when I approached. Reaching past her and into the cupboard, I pulled down two short glasses. We were close enough, the warmth from her body was dripping onto me.
Stepping back, I stride over to the waiting wine. It was a screw cap, that twisted open with a surprising pop. I heard feet hit the kitchen floors as Diamond came over to join me. She nursed the glass for a moment before sipping.
"So is Thanksgiving a big deal in the Scarpetta household?"
"My father was always away when I was a kid. It would be me and my brother and my mother. A lot of her family died off and my father's brothers had their own families. You?"
She took another sip. "I have a rather large family. My daddy has a million brothers. My mom had four sisters."
"And Detective West belongs to which branch?"
I was baiting the devil with that question and I knew it. Diamond wasn't a shy schoolgirl either. She was a fully grown woman who had made decisions and one of those decisions had been to fuck her cousin.
Her brown eyes snapped to attention. "I haven't seen Nathan since the wedding."
"That's not what I asked."
"Why would you ask?"
My stomach lurched a little. Placing the glass to my mouth, I muttered. "I feel I should know about the man who fucked my wife for over three years."
The wine warmed my senses.
"I'd hate to hurt your feelings....especially if you want to compare dick sizes."
"I'd have to have feelings first, Tesoro. Now answer the question."
She sneered a bit, then drained the wine. "Nathan is from my mother's side."
"Wow," I murmured
Slowly, I refilled both our glasses. I wondered had I made her uncomfortable but didn't get the chance to ask. She walked over to the glass doors that overlooked a giant backyard. There was the hope to do some barbecuing in that backyard at some point during the summer.
"This is a nice house," she called over her shoulders.
"You should pick out a bedroom, maybe stay over some time."
"Why so we can repeat, Italy?"
And just like that, I remembered how her body looked. How it tasted...how her breast felt in the palm of my hand. That erection that had died earlier was slowly returning. It had to have been the wine kicking in. I picked the bottle up and read the label over in my hand. It didn't seem to be anything that fancy but it had me feeling things.
"What's wrong with wanting to repeat, Italy?"
She laughed and rejoined me. "Nothing. It's just I don't plan on it ever happening again."
I'd had enough now.
She couldn't give me something and think that I would suddenly not want it again. Maybe it had worked that way with her foolish cousin, but not me. I wasn't that type of man. After all, she was my wife.
It was her duty.
My fingers ran over the marble countertop as I circled, determination roaring to life in my belly. I was hard enough to cut through steel now. Diamond watched me but didn't back away. When I finally reached her the heat coming off her body was more than I could bear.
"Tesoro," I smiled and pressed into her.
"You are so fucking dangerous," her mouth parted, a little gasp escaped.
