“You like fucking me. You never let yourself go with Deena the way you do with me. Did you ever give it to her the way you give it to me? Or did she cry that you were doing her? Did she suck your cock and let you come in her mouth? Or did she just do it, pretending she liked it?”
“Shut up!” While Rhys was pounding inside of her, Broni managed to get to her knees so she could thrust back at him.
“You two made love twice a week, but you never fucked her, did you?”
His hands went to her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over her. “She wasn’t a slut like you are.”
“But you wanted her to be, didn’t you? Just once, you wanted to hear her ask to be fucked, but she never did. She was too classy for that, wasn’t she? I don’t mind asking.”
She rose up farther, forcing him to lift up as she leaned back against him. Reaching behind her, she took his hands, bringing them forward until they circled her belly, placing his palms against her there.
“Can you feel your cock going so high inside me?” Sliding his hands downward, she placed his fingers at her opening where he was sliding back and forth. “Can you feel how wet I am? I don’t mind giving you what you need. Fuck me, Rhys,” she begged.
“Damn you.” Rhys took control again, leaning her forward then slamming his cock into her, not trying to be gentle. It was what Broni wanted because she knew, at that moment, his mind wasn’t buried with his wife, it was with her here in this bed. It was all he was capable of giving her, all he would be able to give her.
Her pussy clenched on his cock as her orgasm stormed through her body, and Broni heard his groan in her ear, feeling him reach his own climax.
When he fell to her side breathing hard, Broni reached out to stroke him, her hand jerking back before it made contact. Rhys rolled over, giving her his back, letting her know without words he was temporarily finished with her.
* * *
Broni lived up to her word. Every time he turned to her throughout the night, she opened her arms and body to his demands, giving her generous heart to provide a few hours of release from the nightmares that chased him into his dreams. After several rounds, she lay by his side sensing when he would have been driven awake by his nightmares again, and soothed him until his restless movements quieted and he was able to slip into a deeper sleep.
In the early dawn hours, she rose tiredly from his bed. Moving quietly, she slipped on her gown, leaving him sleeping soundly with the sheet bunched around his hips as he lay on his stomach.
Broni silently left the room. He only needed her during the night. The dawn of a new day with her there as he woke would only fill him with disgust, and she was in no mood to hear his words of scorn.
Broni went next door to her own room, forcing her tired body into the shower. Exhausted, she pulled on a clean gown. She next went to her bed, lying down, and watching the sun climb outside her window.
Her door quietly opened then the mattress sank under another’s weight, causing her body to slide sideways into the warmth of the waiting arms of her mother. Burrowing herself deeper into her comforting embrace, she let the tears fall that she had been holding back.
“Do you want me to destroy him?” Her mother’s words drew a trembling smile to her lips.
“No.” A strangled laugh escaped Broni.
“Send him away?” Fate gave her another option she refused to consider.
Without hesitation, she answered her mother, “No.”
“Can I at least get Mother to fry his ass with a few lightning bolts?”
“That you can do.”
Chapter 16
Jericho was leaving the table when Rhys entered the room. As Rhys hesitated, Jericho spoke, “Sit down. I was about to go work off this breakfast, but I’ll join you for another cup of coffee.”
Rhys sat at the table across from the man. He hadn’t been intimidated in years, but Jericho would give any sane person a pause. His countenance never changed, not letting one get a feel for the mood he was in despite his friendly overture.
Breaking the silence, Rhys asked, “Where do you work out?”
“Fate fixed up a room upstairs with equipment. If I didn’t work out, I would weigh a ton with the food they provide.”
Rhys picked up a biscuit, liberally putting butter and jam on it before stacking his plate with bacon and eggs. “Mind if I join you, working out?”
Jericho laughed. “After the nap you’re going to need when you finish what’s on that plate?”
“No, after I finish the second one I’m going to make after this one.”