Steeling myself, I open her message only for my stomach to drop and pain to hit me fucking hard.
My Pixie:
I’m going to be late again tonight, the night cover is running late, don’t wait up.
No kisses, no affection, fucking nothing but coldness, the same coldness I have dealt with for the past month, feeling so fucking alone.
My jaw ticks re-reading her words, re-reading the lack of affection and love, re-reading the insinuation I’m allowing my mind to conjure up.
Is she fucking someone else?
Is she done with me and the shit Mama keeps trying to cause, the nasty words?
Pain fills my chest as I drop my phone before I hear rustling, and I flinch again, the reminder of what I’ve just done killing me.
My skin itches, yet my cock twitches at the thoughts of my wife, my love.
I feel so fucking conflicted, so confused.
I feel movement behind me before hands slowly go over my shoulders, and the feeling to shove her away consumes me, my drunken state completely gone.
For years, she’s been coming to the clubhouse, hoping to gain my attention, for years fucking brother after brother, all while eyeing me, and not once did I entertain her, until now, at my lowest, when I wasn’t thinking straight.
Virginia slowly skims her lips over my neck, and disgust fills me, but the feeling of affection, one I yearn for, builds.
“Condom,” I state, making the biggest fuck up of my life, but the need to feel someone’s touch is consuming me.
The hurt, the pain, knowing she’s probably with someone else, fills me, and the need to kill is strong but if I kill Ash, then I’ll probably kill myself.
I hear the rustling as Virginia passes me a condom, and I tear the wrapper and place it on my already hardening dick as she comes around me and straddles me then takes me in one.
I don’t see Virginia before me. I see Ashley’s gorgeous bright green eyes, her blonde hair spilling down her shoulders. I wrap my arm around her waist and help her move up and down, guiding her on my cock, hard and fast, only my wife in my visual as I slam my lips against hers, starting a year-long affair where all I see is my love making the biggest mistake of my life just to feel a connection.
Chapter 4
Ashley – One Year Later
I sigh as I casually re-stock the shelves, Clark’s convenience store the only place that can keep my mind from wandering, from going back to that dark place, one I’m trying my hardest to stay out of, but I’m finding it hard, difficult even, despite my trauma happening outside in the alleyway where I now refuse to park.
I feel hollow, lost even, and being at home, I feel suffocated, knowing I let my family down. Knowing not one brother would even help me if I had told them what had happened, not one would believe me because according to Ty’s mama, I’m a patch chaser.
It’s been over a year since my ordeal, a year since I pulled back from my husband, not able to look him in the eye even now. The hardest part of all, I think he’s cheating on me, my gut telling mehe is or well was at least. I don’t even know how to handle that piece of knowledge, especially when I don’t have proof, that it’s only a gut feeling..
For over a year, I’ve shown him no affection. I’ve only slept with him four times, and each time I felt like my skin was crawling, like I was dirtying him up with my filth. That isn’t my only reason why I think he’s straying, something I was petrified he would do.
A few months ago, Cole had a raging high fever, so high that he went into a febrile seizure, or that is what Tank called it. It is apparently extremely rare because most kids grow out of them by the time they hit five. I called Ty several times and not once did he answer the phone, heck, I even called Doc, the president who is an ER doctor but he even declined my call. I had no choice but to struggle and carry my ten year old to the clubhouse, in search for my husband who stunk of cherries mixed with the aftershave I gave him for Christmas.
“Hey, Stone, have you seen Tyler?” I ask frantically as I push through the back door and rush into the full common room, and I shift Cole, who, I have to admit, is not easy to carry, but when a mama is worried, weight doesn’t come into it, or the fact that he’s nearly as tall as me already.
Stone, the VP of the club, looks my way instantly with concern as Cole cries, “I want my daddy,” and my heart pulses, worry consuming me.
He’s so hot.
It came on really quickly, and to be honest, I didn’t know what else to do when no one answered my calls.
I notice Olive and Scar, Ty’s parents, quickly stand with shock, but I ignore them just like they ignored my calls. I rush over towards Stone, who shoves away from Elsie, his bitch of a wife, who tried trapping him in high school.
Seriously why he married her without definite proof she was pregnant is beyond me.
