Starting as if the question shocked her, she raised her gaze and narrowed her eyes. “Fuck you. If I fucked him, I wouldn’t be here withyou.”
“You’re a miserable fucking bitch,” he snarled, livid she even considered leaving him for a man who didn’t really want her.
“I’ve just joined the same miserable fucking bitch club you belong to.”
It took all his restraint not to call her another name.
“I haven’t seen Mortician in days,” she said, relenting slightly.
“I know you didn’t sneak away with Christopher. Again, where did you go and who did you fuck?”
“Stop judging me by your actions. I haven’t slept with anyone.”
“You haven’t slept with me and you like sex. You also lied to me. I know you didn’t have a fucking business trip. Brooks told me.”
Closing her eyes, she heaved in a breath. “I needed time to myself,” she said finally, flashing her gaze on him briefly before lowering her lashes again. “I haven’t cheated on you.”
“Then where did you go?”
“Away.”
“With whom?”
“Alone.”
Johnnie gritted his teeth, annoyed that Kendall was refusing to give an inch and not believing her. She was up to something. Her dodgy behavior and sudden disappearance told him the truth even if lies fell from her fucking lips.
Enraged, he turned and reached for her, but Kendall scrambled back, which only pissed him off more. Leaning in, he grabbed her wrist, anticipating her struggles to free herself. Before he lost his grip, he yanked her too him, stretched out over her and pinned her down.
The scent of her body wash and shampoo teased him and his cock hardened immediately.Only a towel separated her naked body from his hunger. It had been weeks since he’d made love to her. Not by his choice, but by hers. He missed her so fucking much.
Somewhere between meeting Dartine and his flight home, Johnnie realized just how much Kendall meant to him, considering the possibility of life without her. He felt her slipping away. He felt her withdrawal from him and their marriage and he’d do whatever it took to keep her.
Dipping his head, he brushed his lips over Kendall’s. She didn’t respond, laying underneath him like a block of ice. He pressed his mouth harder against hers. She clamped her lips together.
Johnnie growled, thrusting his aching dick against her mound, because her legs were as tightly closed as her mouth.
“Who have you been giving pussy to, Kendall?”
“No one,” she whispered, her eyes teary and vulnerable.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care! I haven’t broken my marriage vows to you.”
He tried to kiss her again, but she still wouldn’t respond. “If you’ve fucked Mortician and I find out, I’m killing him. You’remywife. Besides, he wouldn’t want you. He’d stick his cock in you out of revenge to me and sympathy for you. Not because he’s attracted to you.He has a gorgeous wife that he’s completely devoted to.”
She started to cry, which told Johnnie everything he needed to know.
He rained small kisses along her jaw, to the shell of her ear. “You’re jealous of Bailey, sweetheart?” he whispered. “Or are you upset that you’re a charity case to your precious Mortician?”
“He’s my friend. He used to be yours.”
Once, before Christopher took Mortician into his confidence. Before Mortician started fucking Kendall.
If he wasn’t so desperate, Johnnie never would’ve played on Bailey’s fears in one way and Kendall’s the opposite, all because Mortician forgot about his and Johnnie’s friendship.
“How many lines have you crossed with him, Kendall? Did you suck his cock? Let him come down your throat? Didyoucome on his tongue?” He bit her earlobe, hating her again. “Or did you just let him fuck you and come in your cunt?”
