Page 33 of Husband to Go

It takes a few seconds to catch my breath. My head turns in Kylie’s hair, smelling the sweet floral scent of her shampoo. I don’t want to leave the bathroom because it means going back to reality. It’s a reality that I made for myself, but it’s also one I’m starting to lose interest in if it doesn’t include this girl.

Finally, Kylie catches her breath, her curvy body still heaving. I pull out and the sight is filthy. Her bottom hole gapes a bit from my massive size, and there’s a tell-tale drop of cream right at her little opening. With a gentle finger, I scoop it up and bring it to my lips. It tastes of me and her combined, and I swallow hungrily.

Meanwhile, Kylie pulls her panties back on, smoothing her dress down while fluffing out her hair. But she won’t meet my eyes.

“Kylie?” She takes a deep breath and then turns to face me.

“Does this change anything?” her voice is clear. A little shaky from nerves, but what she means is totally clear.

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

And that’s the truth. I’m not sure what I’m going to do or where the two of us are going to go from here. It’s become clear to me that Kylie might not be willing to continue this affair if I’m married to her mom. I don’t blame her because it’s an impossible situation.

Yet, we fell into one another and thus far, I’ve been able to ignore my impending marriage. But with the date getting closer and closer, I can’t act like it’s going to go away on its own.

“Well, what do we do now?” she demands, that little chin set.

“I don’t know,” I say gently. “I’m sorry.”

She looks stricken.

“So, we’re back where we started?”

“I don’t know, Kylie. I’m sorry.” I sound like a broken record, but what else can I say?

She turns away, her eyes filling with tears, and something stirs in my soul.

“Kylie sweetheart, it’s going to be fine,” I rumble. “Trust me. It may seem like there are no exits right now, but we’ll find one. Together.”

She looks away, unable to meet my eyes once again.

“I think I’m going to head back to the hotel, okay? If my mom asks about me, just tell her I stopped by, but felt sick and had to go.

It’s clear she doesn’t want to talk anymore.

“Okay, I can do that, sweetheart.”

“Thanks,” she’s turns to leave, but then I put a hand on her arm.

“Kylie,” I try to say again, but she just ignores me, unlocks the door and heads out.

She’s gone. The door closes, and I’m left in the bathroom wondering what the hell’s going on, with myself more than anything. I’ve never felt so confused and conflicted, and that doesn’t happen to me very often.

Finally, after a few minutes, I leave the bathroom and go back to the party. It’s still as chaotic and noisy as before, and bile rises in my throat from the nauseating smell of wax mixed with body lube. I can’t handle this scene anymore, even though it’s technically my bachelor party. I leave without a second glance back. After all, the girl who means everything to me is no longer here, and thus there’s no need for me to stay.

10

Kylie

Iwake up in my apartment after a restless night tossing and turning. Vegas ended up being just as expected, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. It was wrong. It was raunchy. And yet, I can’t stop thinking about Tanner, my soon-to-be stepdad. What’s wrong with me? As a result, I caught the earliest flight I could back to New York.

The flight back was annoying. I had a pounding headache, and it’s from the incredible level of stress. It wasn’t the alcohol because I had two shots, tops.

Thankfully, on the plane I had a whole row to myself. There weren’t too many people flying back the same day I was, and the quiet helped a little with my anxiety.

I texted Aunt Jane to let her know that I left Vegas, and to wish her a good time. She’s probably sad that I left because Jane isn’t one to party hard either, but that’s the least of my worries.

After all, I did itagainwith Tanner. What is wrong with me? Have I just decided to let go of my morals? Am I so hypnotized by this man that I can’t make a rational decision?