Chapter Nine
B y Tuesday, Rick was getting impatient. He talked to Derek every day and learned several things about the woman that could destroy her, but now they needed proof before they called the police. He could tell the situation was worrying Riley, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Gloria tried calling Riley several times and had stopped by the house twice. Rick saw her on the Ring camera trying to peek into the windows. He made sure the only light on was in the kitchen and all the drapes were closed. He’d even put a thick blanket over their bedroom window to prevent Gloria from seeing any activity in their house.
Derek called early Wednesday morning.
“Hey, you’re going to love this,” Derek said.
“Tell me,” Rick said.
“We found out she’d been fired from her last few jobs for suspicion of stealing, but they couldn’t prove it enough to prosecute her. I talked to her new boss, and they’re having the same problem. He’s going to let me watch her so I can catch her in the act. We also found out she sells drugs on the side.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. The problem is it’s not enough to give her serious time, so I’m going to help with that.”
Rick could hear the amusement in his voice. “You’re loving this way too much.”
Derek chuckled. “Taking that bitch down is my favorite hobby right now. I also found out she’s been arrested before, for a DUI and another time for drugs, so she already has some strikes against her.”
Rick snorted. “Any chance you can get caught?”
“Fuck, no. I’ve got it all taken care of. You’ll hear about her arrest by the end of the week.”
Rick sighed in relief. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Tell that sweet wife of yours hi for me.”
“I’ll do that.”
“I’ll keep you up to date,” Derek said and hung up.
Rick tapped a pen against the top of his desk. If Derek put enough drugs on her and then had the clothing stores prosecute, she could be in prison for a long time.
Rick stood and walked through the house, needing to find his wife. He stood back and watched as Riley sat in a chair and looked out to the backyard. He could tell she was upset by the drooping of her shoulders.
“Hey,” he said and walked toward her.
She jumped a little and then faced him and smiled. He could tell it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Hi.”
“Derek called.” Rick lifted her, sat, and then put her on his lap.
Riley rested against him. “What did he say?”
“He’s finding out a few things about the bitch. Things that will put her in prison for a while.”
“Good.”
Rick almost smiled at the venom in his wife’s tone. It was something he’d never heard before.
“How much longer?” she asked.
“He said by the end of the week.”
“That’s a long time to be away from work.”
“I know. My office is fine with me working from home, and I told your principal you’re still very sick but will be back at school next Monday. He said not to worry about your classroom. They all want you to get better.”
“Should I feel bad lying to them?”
Rick shook his head. “No, Baby. I’m the one talking to them, not you, and in a way, it’s the truth. Neither of us will feel better until that bitch is arrested.”
She nodded and relaxed against him.
He tipped her head up and studied her. She’d gotten a lot of rest the last few days, so the dark circles under her eyes had diminished.
“How about a game of poker,” he said, trying to get her mind off things.
Her eyes lit up. “What kind of poker?”
He grinned. “Strip poker, of course.”
Riley grinned and giggled. “Yes.”
Rick chuckled. “Go on upstairs, and I’ll grab some cards.”
She scrambled off his lap and rushed through the house. He could hear her racing up the steps and chuckled. He grabbed a deck of cards and followed her.
When he got to the bedroom, she smoothed the comforter out and was sitting cross-legged, ready to play. Rick sat opposite her. He shuffled and dealt the cards. He held back a grin when he saw he had two fours.
“How many do you want?” he asked.
He watched as she concentrated on her hand.
“Three,” she said.
He handed her three and himself three. It was next to impossible to hold back his grin when he saw he got another four. Three of a kind would most likely beat her.
He watched her lay down her cards and grin at him.
“Two kings.”
He smiled and set down his cards. “Three fours.”
He could tell she wasn’t happy and then took off a sock.
Rick almost snorted. He dealt the cards again. This time, he had nothing. “How many?”
“Three.”
He gave her the cards and then dealt himself four. Damn. From the smile on her face, he knew she would win this round.
Riley laid down two aces. She giggled when he showed her his cards.
Rick reached over his shoulder, grabbed his t-shirt, and pulled it over his head before tossing it to the side. He almost grinned when her gaze went over his chest, and he could see the arousal start to build in her eyes. Oh, yeah, he was going to use whatever he could to win.
He dealt another hand, but he could tell she was distracted.
She lost the next two and took off her other sock and her shirt, leaving her in a lacey white bra that was sexy as hell, and her jeans. Now, he was the one distracted.
Within thirty minutes, she only had her panties and jeans on, and he had his jeans on. Rick held up his next hand and bit back a smile. He had a pair of kings and a pair of threes.
“How many do you want?” he asked.
He could tell she was concentrating or at least trying to.
“I’ll take four.”
He dealt her four cards and him one. He gave her a moment to organize her cards. “What do you have, Wife?”
Riley scowled. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” She looked at him. “What about you?”
“I’ve got two pairs,” he said and laid down his cards.
Her eyes widened before her mouth twisted in disgust. “Are you sure you’re not cheating?”
Rick laughed. “You’re sitting right there. You would be able to see me cheat if I did. Which, by the way, I didn’t. Now stop stalling and strip.”
Riley threw down her cards, laid down, and started to wiggle out of her jeans.
His eyes narrowed on her. She was intentionally making her actions sexier to torment him, and he was not going to stand for it. The matching set of white lacey undergarments drove him crazy. His cock was instantly achingly hard and if he didn’t get in her in the next few minutes, he’d explode.
“Wife,” he growled.
She looked at him innocently as she dropped her jeans and sat up. “What?”
Rick didn’t buy it for a minute. He tossed his cards and wrestled her down again. He had the rest of her clothing off, and his pants off within a minute. He couldn’t help but smile when she couldn’t stop giggling.
He started kissing her face and moved down to her neck, where he bit down enough for her to feel his teeth. Her giggle instantly morphed into a deep groan, making him grin.
He continued to nibble and suck on her neck. He started caressing her breasts before moving his hand down and shoved two fingers into her cunt. Fuck, her syrup was sliding out of her, telling him she was as aroused as he was. He couldn’t wait another moment.
Rick nudged her legs farther apart, positioned her to take him, lined up his cock, and entered her with one deep thrust until she had taken his whole cock.
He braced his weight on his elbows and didn’t give them a chance to catch their breath but started to pound into her wet heat, fusing their bodies together.
Riley wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his upper arms with her hands. He could feel her nails start to dig in, giving him an extra sensation. He loved when she marked him.
He drove into her tight passage six times and then watched her eyes darken and grow heavy with passion and felt her cunt start to pulse around him. A wild, desperate sound burst from her throat and shattered his control.
He rode her through it before giving in to his own orgasm.
They stayed still, slowly gaining control, and all he could think about was doing it again. Fuck, he might as well just live here in her sweet body.