Chapter 2
MADDOX
Ileaned into the hot water cascading from the double showerheads, lathering up vigorously. I needed to get out of this house as quickly as possible.
And then a sudden flash of white light, so searing and bright it made me flinch. What was that? A power surge?
Thoughts of what caused the flash were quickly driven from my mind by something much more urgent: a bizarre tingling sensation on my cock. What the hell was happening? It wasn’t like the onset of any STD I’d ever had.
Had Callie bought another stupid new beauty product with diamond flakes or some other bullshit in it? The more ridiculous, pointless, and overpriced a product was, the more likely my wife was to buy it. Crystal shops existed for her.
I grabbed the body wash in irritation, wiping soap from my eyes to inspect the label, but it looked the same as always.
And at that moment, the tingling sensation vanished (and had the lights flickered again for a second there?). All felt normal again. I lifted my shaft, inspecting it for signs of irritation, but there was nothing.
Thank god for that, because Gwen was waiting for me tonight. I couldn’t imagine what kind of cruel universe would knock me out of commission right before my reunion with her. That woman knew how to drive me wild like no other.
I usually kept things simple. A one-night stand here, a short fling there, nothing complicated. But Gwen... from the first minute my dick entered the perfect warmth of her pussy, I knew she was one I’d have to keep coming back to.
She’d been putting me off lately, cycling through the other married guys in her rotation. I’d filled the time, obviously, but none of them had been Gwen.
Her fetish for married men was the weirdest thing. I still didn’t understand it at all, not that I needed to. I was just grateful for it. Sometimes I wondered if I should have more pride than to be one guy in her stable, but then I’d picture that body of hers and get so damn hard…
Honestly, I was a little surprised I wasn’t hard right now, given where my thoughts had gone.
I must be too focused on getting out the door. My dick would show up when he needed to.
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, catching my reflection as I dried off. I’d worked upper body that morning and couldn’t have been more pleased with how cut and pumped I was looking. Gwen was going to be thrilled.
Poor Callie. She’d clearly had high hopes for the evening, and her sports night idea wasn’t bad. Better than all her other recent gambits to get my attention.
But unlike Gwen, Callie was infinitely forgiving. I loved that about her. Gwen would rip my head off if I were even five minutes late. But Callie would bounce right back from this. She could handle disappointment.
I hustled out into the bedroom to get dressed.
And was surprised to find Callie… sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, out of breath and sweating? Had she decided to do a full cheerleader routine while I was in the shower?
She seemed lost in her own breathing, barely noticing me. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her face was flushed.
A pang of sympathy surged in me. She had taken my conflict tonight harder than I thought.
Thinking of how good I’d looked in the mirror just now, I understood why it must sting so badly.
“Baby, you know I’m sorry. If tonight wasn’t such an important work thing…” I stepped into my boxer briefs and moved past her to get the rest of my clothes.
“Important work thing.” Callie repeated my words bitterly.
That threw me a little. Not a tone I was used to hearing from her.
I turned to her as I pulled on a crisp shirt. “Come on, babe, don’t be like that.” I gestured at the high-priced furnishings that surrounded us. “This doesn’t pay for itself.”
She lifted her head and looked at me evenly, her expression oddly unreadable. I didn’t know what to make of it. There was none of the usual adoration in her eyes.
I turned away to grab my cellphone… and it was on the bed. Hadn’t I left it on the nightstand?
I quickly unlocked it to check incoming messages and saw Gwen had just sexted me. The image would have been a turn-on, if not for the freaky energy coming off Callie two feet away from me.
If I didn’t have my security settings so tight, I’d be worried she had seen this sext. But there was no way she had my passcode.
Plus, if Callie had seen anything, she would be a much bigger mess. Obviously, she was sad to not be getting my dick tonight, but if she had learned of my affair with Gwen, she would have been on the floor screaming and ripping her hair out and kissing my feet as she begged me to choose her.
Dressed and ready, I checked my reflection and liked what I saw. No more time to dawdle. Gwen was already nude and waiting for me.
But Callie still looked so upset.
And I knew just how to cheer her up.
“Don’t worry. I can be a little late to work tomorrow. We can have a quickie in the morning.”
She didn’t immediately smile, and only continued to regard me with that piercing stare.
Best to leave her to handle all these feelings herself. As I headed for the door, I tossed out a quick “love you,” and moments later I was speeding out of our neighborhood in my SUV. Callie’s weirdness had thrown me, but I was sure I’d have my bearings again in a minute or two.
I was going to have to drive like a maniac to get to Gwen in time, but I was determined. Tonight might be the most intense sex marathon of my life. With Gwen’s unquenchable appetite, we could be at it all night long.
This was truly going to be a night to remember.