CHAPTER 10
She likes waffles, not pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice, although I’m not sure how she runs without coffee and every possible fruit. She just kept eating more fruit, not questioning what the more unusual ones were. She looked so cute puckering up when she tried passion fruit and looked inquisitively at the papaya.
I wanted to let her come so bad. I wanted to hear her moans and feel her walls clench around my fingers before I plunge my cock into her. But she needs to learn to not try to kill me with rat poison. I sent it off to a private lab to see what it was, and the trickster wrapped rat poison in plastic and tried to get me to swallow it. Unfortunately for her, I felt her push it into my mouth before I swallowed it. Did she really think that I wouldn’t feel her putting it in my mouth?
She also needs to learn that she doesn’t need to be looking at other men she’s fucked. When I saw her looking at my brother, I almost sent a bullet between his eyes. I still might, the jury has yet to decide.
“Riverrr,” I call.
After she ate breakfast, she shuffled her cute ass back into the bedroom. I have cameras hidden all over, so I know that she plopped onto the bed, crossed her arms over her chest, and pouted. It’s been a couple of hours and I’m afraid at this point she’ll have permanent scowl lines.
I walk in and lean against the doorway.
“C’mon, babes, you can’t be mad forever.”
“Babes?” she scoffs. “You just really can’t get my damn name right.”
“You’re right, River. Anywho, whatcha wanna do today?” I ask her. “We’ve been married for a whole twenty-four hours, and you ran so well last night. We had breakfast, and it’s like dunch, you know, like dinner and lunch combined.?” I rock back on my heels. I’m getting a little stir-crazy. I wonder if she can tell.
She sits up and stares.
“Do you have cabin fever already?” she asks.
“How’d you know?”
“Never mind. I don’t care.”
“There’s a little roadside bar down the road. Do you wanna go check it out?”
“YES!” She jumps up.
“Okay,” I say. “Go and get ready then.”
Ouch, that shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. I walk out of the room. She will go through the drawers and find all the clothes I put in there. They’re all her size, they just all happen to be items that I think she would look hot-as-fuck in.
She comes waltzing out of the room thirty minutes later with black leggings and a band tee on. Those leggings fit her perfectly. She looks good enough to eat, especially that peach-shaped butt of hers.
“You ready to go?” she announces.
“Hm? Uh yeah.” I stand up and clear my throat. I guess I was staring, and my dick has noticed how she was looking. I adjust myself not-so-discreetly because I want her to know what she does to me. She eyes it and looks back at me with her face as red as a tomato.
“Don’t get all shy now, River. You’ve already choked on it.” I grab her hand and pull her behind me. “C’mon, let’s go have a drink.”
We pull up at Cat Tavern and walk into the bar. It smells like stale beer and cigarettes. There are not many people here, but you can immediately tell it’s a local bar. The people that are there are sitting in groups, and all eyes find us. I can feel the judgment rolling off them as Briar and I make our way to the bar and sit on the stool. Even the drunks singing karaoke stopped singing when we walked in.
“Okayyyy then,” Briar says.
I look around and survey what’s around me. I don’t immediately recognize anyone, so hopefully, I won’t have anyone recognize me. There’s a jukebox, a makeshift stage where there’s karaoke, a bunch of tables scattered with chairs, the bar, and a black-and-white checkered floor for dancing.
The bartender walks up and eyes Briar. He looks like he’s a few years older than her. I can tell he thinks he’s cool with his tank top on, showing off spaghetti arms.
“What can I getcha?” he asks Briar.
I find it a little off-putting that he doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. She orders a pineapple and well tequila.
“Anything for you, princess,” he replies.
PUH-LEASE. This man doesn’t even know her, and he thinks princess is going to get him something? He doesn’t know that my River likes to be called a dirty little whore more than a princess any day.
He meanders off to make her drink and I continue to watch the interaction. He turns around, grabs a top-shelf bottle, and puts his finger up to his mouth in a “shh” motion before pouring the drink. He brings the drink back and sets it on a napkin in front of her.
He finally turns to me and asks, “What do you want?”
What the fuck did I do to this guy?
I order a whiskey neat top-shelf, and he purposely grabs the Jim Beam that is sitting on the bottom.
I see red, but I try to keep my cool in front of my girl. She’s still settling into this predicament called marriage that we’ve found ourselves in. He sets the glass in front of me, and I grab it and down it in one swallow. I slam the glass on the counter and stare at the bartender as he walks away. He grabs a towel and busies himself wiping a part of the bar down. I turn to Briar to see her giggling around her straw.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Oh nothing,” she responds. “You just get so pissy for no reason.”
“No reason? That guy is a dick.”
She shrugs me off and returns to looking around the bar.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her as I get up. I make my way to the bathroom to pee.
I come back to see what’s-his-face leaning against the bar top, making heart eyes at my wife.
I sit down and clench my teeth so hard I might shatter them. The pain helps me think clearly for just a moment.
“Hey fuck-face,” I say.
He turns and looks at me like he’s questioning who I’m talking to.
“Yeah, you.” I wiggle my empty glass. “Another?”
The guy pushes off the counter and turns around to make me another drink. I quietly pull my knife from its sheath and wait for him to come back. I’m tired of his shit.
He sets the drink in front of me, and as he does, I shove my knife through his arm. Glasses clank all around as the bartender screams in pain.
“The woman you’re getting all fancy with? Yeah, that’s my wife,” I growl.
“I-I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know,” the man blubbers.
I yank the knife from the flesh, and he falls back.
“Briar, let’s go,” I holler as I walk out the door and back to my car.
Oh fuck, he used my real name. He never calls me Briar, and here he is doing it. We’ve only been married for one day, and I have already managed to be denied an orgasm twice. I’m sure I’ll fuck up again before I manage to get away from him, but I don’t think I’ve done anything this time. I want to ask, but I’m quiet as I get into the car, and we head back to his cabin. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone so pissed. He was terrifying when he just existed, and now I have to deal with the quiet him.
We both stay silent for the duration of the drive. He keeps clenching his fists, and I’m not sure what to do. We pull up to the cabin, and he shuts off the car. We remain seated for a moment before Ezra speaks up.
“I need you to go into the bedroom, get naked, and get on the bed. I expect you to be facing the headboard, sitting back on your heels. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you.”
He looks at me, and I can tell from his facial expression that this is not time to question or fight him. I have to admit, the more I see him, the more attractive he becomes. Not that he wasn’t attractive before, but goddamn, he’s hot. I’m not sure if that’s the orgasm denial speaking, but I’d really like to come. At this point I’m desperate for it. He can give me an orgasm and then I’ll try to find another plan to escape.
“Yes, sir,” I reply.
I look down when he grabs the side of my face and hauls his lips to mine. He kisses me with such fervor and intensity that I lose my breath. I kiss him back while we both fight for power. He slips his tongue past my lips, and I suck it deeper into my mouth. I moan around the muscle until he pulls it back into his mouth. I nip at his lower lip before he pulls away and puts his forehead against my own.
“You don’t know what that just did to me,” he says. “Go, before I ravish you right here in this car.” I scurry out of the car, through the front door, and into the bedroom.