My Husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Part 3
Episode 36
~ Abbey’s POV ~
I angrily left Shola only to find Mary in a corner. She must have heard everything we discussed. She walked in and I followed her immediately.
“How far have you been here? “ I asked as I leaned against the doorway, watching my woman packing up. My heart felt heavy as my stomach filled with dread. Distraught at the fact that she was leaving.
“Enough to know I’m not wanted here,” Mary told me, stuffing the rest of her things in a bag I gave her earlier.
I didn’t want her to go. I allowed her to pack her things in bags. Despite how hurriedly she packed up her clothes, I saw the way her hands shook. I heard how her voice wobbled and it made me more upset. I was pissed at Shola and pissed at myself for wanting her to go back to her f-__-ked up husband.
Was I wrong for wanting more with a married woman? Did that mean anything to me? Not anymore. At first, I was bothered that she was married, but I considered the man practically $cvm. One I couldn’t wait to get my hands on just to defend Mary for all the $h|t he’s done to her.
My sweet woman, Mary.
“Please, pretty.”
I figured I could try at least one last time. As much as I wanted to respect her decision, I’ve grown to love waking up with her in my arms. Loving on her as many times as I want throughout the days and nights.
“Please stay.”
She paused, sniffing. “Abbey, you’re making this harder for me, please,” she begged.
“Please, stop. I’m doing this for you.” She added
“What do you mean?” I came closer, wanting to bring her in my arms and console her, but she held a hand out, stopping my advance.
“I can’t be selfish and stay here any longer if it means ruining your friendship with Shola. I’ll just go stay with Comfort.”
And when I tried to protest, she cut me off. “And we can’t be…” she broke off.
Her words came out in sobs as she covered her face, shielding her tears from me. Despite her wanting to keep her distance, I tugged her small frame against mine and encased her in my arms. Right where she belonged.
“We said that we’d try,” I spoke up after a few minutes of us holding onto each other. Reminding her of the words spoken between us months before.
Glancing up at me, I brushed her tears away.
“We did,” she said, gesturing around the room.
“It’s not in the card for us to make this work. We aren’t supposed to be together. It’s wrong,” she said.
“So after one hurdle, you want to let us go?” I questioned, not wanting us to split.
“You want to quit?”
“What do you mean, one hurdle? There’s more than one, Abbey!” Her voice raised slightly in disbelief.
“And I can’t. I won’t come between you and your family. I’m not going to ruin what you have because of segz!”
What?
Now, it was my turn to look at her in disbelief. Removing one of my arms from around her, I gripped her chin lifting it to face me as my eyes narrowed down at her. One thing I’ve realized about this woman is that she has a hard time accepting things as they are. She really thought that what we have going on is because of segz.
“It’s never about segz, Mary. You know that.”
When she tried to remove herself, I gripped her harder, while making sure my grip wasn’t bruising, and shook my head. “Don’t do that, pretty. Don’t you dare?” My voice was stern as I stared down at her.
I didn’t want to intimidate her, but d@mn. This woman knows what we have is beyond segz. I feel it, so I know she feels it, judging from the tears that trickled down her eyes, I was right. She couldn’t use that tactic and make we have into something that wasn’t. This wasn’t friends with benefits. It was never it.
It was more. So much more.
“Ok,” she spoke, causing me to loosen my hold. “I’m sorry, Abbey. It is always been more. I just want what’s best for you, and I don’t want to ruin things,” she admitted.
“I’m sorry too,” for letting her hear Shola talk $h|t. “But you will never ruin anything, Mary. Believe me when I say that, ok? I …” I cleared my throat, words I wasn’t ready to speak nearly escaping my mouth.
“Abbey?” she called in concern.
“I want you to stay, please.”
She hesitated at my words. My woman was so scared this wouldn’t work out between us. I saw it in the words she spoke. But I will do my best to reassure her that this will work. I could feel it.
“Abbey…”
“Please, pretty Mary,” I said, dipping my head down, I kissed her lips loving the sweet taste of her as I deepened it and explored her mouth. My tongue lovingly drew Mõ@ɲs from her lips as we French kissed. Our lips stayed connected while I began walking us backward toward the bed. I gently laid us down so her back was on the bed and I was above her.
Looking down into her eyes, she had me enraptured as she panted slightly out of breath from tonguing each other. I felt lucky as I met eyes with the beautiful woman below me. “Please, stay.”
Without hesitating, she answered, “Okay.”
Fighting a grin, I connected our lips before I began to feel her— caressing her throughout and teasing her body. Her sweet body responded to all my touches, arching underneath while her Mõ@ɲs sounded angelic in my ear. Her facial expressions portray more than I’ve seen on any other woman’s face before.
After removing my clothes and pleasuring her with my mouth and fingers. Finally, entering my Ďïčk through her tight cavern that felt like heaven.
My Mary truly had the best-wet p@zzy on earth. So d@mn tight and wet as she swallowed my whole Ďïčk. I would never get tired of entering this woman. Neither would I get tired of seeing the blissed-out look on her face when I pulled out only to push back in.
Her lips formed an O as her eyes fluttered, fighting to keep her eyes on me as they rolled back while she dug fingers into my shoulder. Instead of pounding her Çüñť, I worked her body slowly loving the sound of her cries as she tried not to be loud, but failed.
Using one of my arms, I grabbed a hold of her right leg, bringing it up over my shoulder, and hitting that spot inside of her that caused her to let out a sharp gasp.
“Abbey,” she Mõ@ɲed.
Turning my head while keeping a slow pace, I kissed her feet, sucking on each toe while building up my th-ru_sts. Getting deeper within her Çüñť by spreading it with my Ďïčk. I’ve yet to bottom out inside Mary because of my size and I didn’t want to hurt her.
But each time we had segz, I’ve been pushing more and more of myself in getting her ready for the day that she’ll be able to take all of me. I wasn’t complaining because even if I had just my tip in her, I’d still find enjoyment.
The clench of her p@zzy walls proved how right I was. Thus, causing me to let out a groan as my rhythm built. Her back arched as I purposely hit her g-spot over and over, feeling her cream on my Ďïčk— screaming incoherent words that made my Ďïčk hardened even more, continuing to stretch her.
“Ah! Ah! Yes, yes, oh!”
If I wasn’t so entranced by the shaking body below me, I would have laughed, loving how out of it she was as I f_cked her harder, deeper, feeding her my Ďïčk, stroke after stroke. She was so f_cking hot, and I’d never get tired of her. If she thought differently, she would soon be faced with reality, speeding up at my thoughts, her voice rose louder.
d@mn, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of me if she wanted to. I was all hers and she was mine. To hell with her married life. Mary is my woman and that is it.
***
“I need you to lay off,” I spoke to Shola with my arms crossed.
Standing at the entrance of the kitchen, I leaned on the door watching him as he sipped his water. Seems I appeared at a good time as he had just finished cooking. I wasn’t worried about Mary overhearing us or appearing randomly.
After having segz earlier, she fell into a deep slumber. One I knew she wouldn’t wake up from in a long time. By the time I came in the condom, her eyes had shut closed in exhaustion. When I cleaned her up, she hardly twitched or moved a muscle.
She wasn’t able to cover up her body that I wanted her to love. I knew she didn’t want me to see her insecurities, but I couldn’t help but stare longer at her scars wishing I was there to protect her from harm. It was especially hard for me to drag my eyes away from the scar right below her stomach that was in a horizontal line — gently kissing it without her knowledge knowing that one day, she’d tell me its story.
I shake away my thoughts of her before I get turned again. I met Shola’s stare. My best friend who’s becoming a pain in my @zz. Mary almost left because of him and his big mouth. I didn’t understand him. I knew he wanted her and was just being an irritating shithead. There wasn’t anything more to it.
“Judging by the noise upstairs, I’m gonna guess she hasn’t left yet.”
“Oh? You heard all that? I asked.
He rolled his eyes, removing one of his earbuds from his ear.
“Yes, I did until I put on my music. I guess you didn’t do a good job enough,” he said, trying to egg me on and I just laughed.
“You think you can do better?” I asked, making my way into the room. “Didn’t she sound enthralling?”
He shrugged, “Heard better.” He didn’t answer my first question causing me to bite down on a snort. Shola was so full of himself.
“Stop kidding yourself, man. You can pretend all you want but deep down I know you want her.”
He shook his head, denying it, but his eyes shifted, pretending to be bothered by something else. Such a liar.
Deciding to use a different tactic, I spoke up, “She’s so f-__-king tight, Shola. And she smells so good.”
“Stop.” He said, but I kept going, taunting him.
“She got a perfect @zz, Břě@šťs, and… ,”
“I said stop. Fine, you win. I want her. Are you happy now?” he sighed, admitting a truth he’s been doing a poor job of hiding.
“No, I’m not. You’ve been acting childish toward Mary and me,” I told him, slightly mad at the way he’s been acting.
“Oh, so she already told you about the other night?”
“Told me what?”
Seeing the confused look on my face, he tried to act like he hadn’t said anything.
“Never mind.”
“No, tell me what happened. What other night are you talking about?” I demanded. He sighed again before explaining himself causing my anger to boil.
“What the f_ck is wrong with you?” I asked and moved closer to him.
“Abbey.”
“You owe me an apology.”
“I… “
“No. You can be an uptight @zz to me, but you don’t talk to her in that manner, ever. We may be brothers, but I’m not going for that, Shola. You don’t know what she’s been through.”
“She’s married ..”
“To a piece of $h|t!” I yelled.
Frankly, I was sick and tired of hearing Shola mention her husband. He didn’t give a d@mn about his wife or how she felt mentally or physically. Mary deserved better, even if better didn’t mean me.
“You never asked her why she was out in the rain at d@mn near three in the morning. Tell me, what husband goes weeks without contacting his wife? You’re a soldier, Shola. Put the d@mn pieces together! Or man up, stop being a jealous @zz, and ask her what you’ve been wanting to know. Though I’m not so sure she’ll give you what you want a chance with her, fix it or just leave us alone.”
“I…”
“And another thing.” I stepped closer to him. “I’m a grown man who can do what he wants. I don’t need you butting in and ruining what I have going on unless you want to share. I know you’re used to watching my back, but this is it Shola. Mary is the one for me.” With that, I began leaving the room. It wasn’t until I got to the door did he call out for me.
“Don’t tell me you started to fall for her, Abbey.” His voice was low as he spoke.
I shook my head. He just doesn’t get it.
“No, Shola,” I turned around to face him directly. Just so he could see the truth in my eyes.
“I’m in love with her.”
To be continued…
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