“Nuh uh, no. Don’t stop. Please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
“I want you to come with me. Are you close?” he asked, pushing that button deep inside my bottom again. I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Yes, yes I am. So close,” I panted.
“I know, I can feel you. You’re so tight,” he groaned. His movements on all fronts became faster and I couldn’t take it anymore. I let my fourth orgasm of the night swoop in and flood my body with endorphins. Upon hearing my cries, Tate stiffened and slipped over the edge with me.He removed himself carefully from my behind and disposed of the condom before he turned to me. We then collapsed into each other’s arms for a second time that night. Tate planted kisses all over me. I giggled as some of them tickled.
“God, I fucking love you. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you. I want to do that every day for the rest of my life. I want to be inside you as much as humanly possible. I want to fill you up so badly. Ugh!” he declared and then fell onto the pillows, asleep a moment later.
I snuggled into him, letting his body warm me up under the covers. As I closed my eyes, I thought about the words he had just said. I wanted that too.
* * *
We were rudely awakened by the sound of door slams and loud crashing coming from the living room. I sat up, startled. Tate did so too. In an instant he was out of bed and pulling on his jeans. He hurried out of the room and I was jumpstarted into moving when I heard a familiar snarl.
“You son of a bitch, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Ronny.
I leapt up and began looking for my clothes on the floor. I found a dirty dress in my laundry basket instead and slipped it on as fast as I could. I heard punching and screaming as I ran out of my bedroom.
I paused at the door frame, confused and horrified. The two men I could hear in my room were on the ground, rolling around and swinging fists.Dallas had come along with Ronny. But why? Why were they all here?
“Ronny, stop man!” Dallas was desperately trying to get ahold of his friend. It was hard when both Ronny and Tate were moving so fast.
“You think that was funny? Talking to her like that? Who do you think you are?” Ronny growled as he hit Tate over and over. Tate managed to get away just long enough to stand. He smiled, that same maniacal look from the other night at the bar. A trickle of blood was sliding down his chin. Ronny had busted his lip open. It sent a cold chill down my spine. Ronny scurried off the floor to match Tate, his chest heaving with rage. What was going on?
“I’m her husband. I can talk to her any way I like. And you know what? She liked it. Or did you not hear her coming and coming all over my cock? She was loud. I don’t know how you didn’t hear it, honestly.”
Tate sauntered over to Ronny and swung his fist as hard as he could, catching him square in the jaw. My hands went to my mouth to hold back a scream. Not his nose again! Please, not his nose again. Ronny’s head snapped back but he wasn’t going down yet. He let out a roar and bent down, rushing at Tate’s middle, shoving him back down on the floor.
As the two men continued assaulting each other I absorbed what Tate had just said. I was so confused. What was going on? My eyes shifted to my brother. He was standing on the other side of the room in almost the same position I was, with the same look of confusion on his face. He saw me looking at him and he shook his head, tilting it towards the pair on the floor.
Stepping gingerly around them he came over to me and crossed his arms. I did the same and we watched them fight. There didn’t seem to be anything we could do at this point. I was not going to get in the middle of that and get socked in the face.
“Maybe if they just finally get it out of their systems we can move on,” I sighed, talking to my brother. “This is getting old. Why does Ronny keep provoking him?”
Dallas shook his head and widened his eyes. I tilted my head curiously.
“Oh no. This was all Tate this time. To be honest, I get it. I was tempted to come over here myself and beat the shit out of him. Husband or not, that was fucked up what he did.”
I looked back at the men. If they didn’t stop soon one of my neighbors were going to call the police.
“What are you talking about? What did Tate do? We were literally in bed sleeping.” My attention returned to my brother, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“Yeah, we know. I can imagine you’d be very tired after that.”
I blinked. What? It took me way longer than I’d like to admit to figure out what exactly he was hinting at. When it did dawn on me, my eyes almost fell out of my head and my mouth fell open in horror. Oh my God.
I couldn’t find the words for a long time. I didn’t want to vocalize what I knew had happened. How could he? Tate? I didn’t want to believe it but seeing the look on my twin brother’s face told me that it was true.
“He sent it? The video?” My voice was squeaky and pleading for him to tell me otherwise. Dallas’ eyes went even wider and his face contorted into a grimace.
“There’s a video? Jesus Christ, Jim. You made a fucking sex tape?”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a moment. I chose to push through my mortification to get some clarification on why Ronny and Tate were trying to knock each other unconscious.
“If he didn’t see the video then what is he talking about?”
