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She nodded, satisfied. “Is Charlie okay?”

I completely freaked her out.

“Like I said, we had a tough weekend.”

“You treat her right, okay?”

“I am.”

“Go. Both of you. Take the day off. Get your stories straight, because everything is riding on tomorrow night, and you’d both better be more convincing than you were today.”





*



Back at home, I watched Charlie disappear into her bedroom. She didn’t come out. Krista’s words rang in my head. Charlie and I were two strangers who didn’t know each other. That was mostly my fault. I couldn’t seem to accept this situation and as a result, I was pushing her away.

My phone was blowing up with congratulations from teammates and dozens of pissed-off messages from bunnies. I ignored them all as I looked towards Charlie’s bedroom.

How uncomfortable was I making her feel through all of this?

Intending to talk to her, I made my way to her room. The door was partway open. She lay on her bed, still wearing the dress she wore to our wedding. She stared out the balcony doors, her fingers twisting her rings on her finger. She looked lonely.

Feeling like a coward, I backed away from her door.





*



That night, I couldn’t sleep. Charlie and I had silently eaten dinner together before she had again retreated to her room. I felt edgy and restless and horny as hell. I took off my shirt, and I sat on the edge of the bed and debated my options. I rarely liked to jerk off. I preferred to save my sexual energy for my partner, but for the first time in as long as I could remember, I found myself without a partner, without access to bunnies and without sex. I would have to get used to taking care of business myself.

With reluctance, I lay back on the bed and pulled my hard cock out. I shut my eyes and envisioned a faceless woman, riding me reverse cowgirl. Her long, black hair hung down her narrow back.

I started to stroke myself.

“Oh yeah, baby, give it to me,” she gasped.

My hand began to move faster.

The image faded and then Charlie’s face swam before my eyes. She was on her knees, looking up at me. Those lips were wrapped tight around my hard cock as she sucked me off. Her eyes looked at me with lust as I pumped into her mouth. I twisted my hands into her long, strawberry-blonde hair, helping her with her motions by tangling my fingers in her curly hair, guiding her head as she sucked on my cock.

Breathing hard, I paused my movements.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I tried to clear my head of Charlie. Think of anyone but her. I reset my mental vision.

I slowly started to stroke my cock again. I lifted my head, looking down at my right hand, noticing the wedding ring on my finger. It looked strange on my hand. The fact that I was jerking off alone on my wedding night was more than depressing; it was a fucking mood killer. Mentally, I was ready to give up, but my body hummed with frustration.

I dropped my head back on the bed. I shut my eyes, willing myself to relax. I started to stroke myself again. Charlie appeared in my mind. This time she wore that little white, lacy number. I watched her back up until she was lying back in her bed. Those brown eyes watched my face as she slowly undid one of those pink ribbons on her shoulder.

That’s it. Take it off.

She undid the other ribbon and then smiled at me, beckoning me. I stood there, staring at her, and she slowly spread her legs open to me. Between her legs, there was a scrap of lace that barely covered her. I mentally willed her to show me more. She reached a hand down between her legs and pulled the fabric aside, showing me her pink, glistening pussy.

I groaned hard as I spurted hot streams of cum over my hand and abs. Shocked that I had come as fast as a fourteen-year-old, I grabbed a T-shirt and wiped myself off. I lay back on the bed as guilt washed over me for jerking off to dirty thoughts of Charlie.

She’s my wife.

Doesn’t matter.

I thought a physical release would make me feel better, but it didn’t. I still felt hot and horny as hell. I stood up and walked onto the huge deck into the cool air to stare, unseeing, at the view. I had fantasized about many women in my life, but now I fantasized about the woman I had married, and I felt like a total asshole.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. I didn’t know my wife. And from what I knew of her, we didn’t seem compatible. I was pretty sure she didn’t like me. But I knew one thing for sure.

I wanted to fuck her.





Chapter 11





CHARLIE





Mica drove me to work on the way to his morning practice. I needed to figure out my car situation, but I didn’t have the money to have a locksmith re-key my car for me. I would need to deal with that sooner than later, but until I got paid, I needed to live without my car. I planned on asking Krista for a small advance today so I could at least afford to take the bus to work so Mica didn’t have to drive me around.

He pulled up in front of my office building and parked his car.

“Thanks for the ride. I can take the bus going forward.”

“What are you going to do with your car?”

“Eventually get a key made for it.”

He frowned as the truth dawned on him. “You don’t have any money.”

“I have money, I just don’t have access to it until I get to the bank and get a new debit card.”