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"Oh please, you did not," Sandy waved her hands up, shaking her head. "Tell Miles he's full of shit. You did not do that."

I shrugged as Miles laughed. "I did, though. I scared the ever-living shit out of this man."

"Weslie," Sandy patted her hand on mine. "Tell him he's full of shit."

I pulled my hand back, glancing at Miles for a moment before looking back at her. "I wish to say he is, but he isn't."

I turned, looking over my shoulder toward where Laura and April had been, but April was no longer there. I stood up a little straighter, scanning the crowded room for her. I looked back at our table, but she wasn't there. Everyone else was still eating and chatting about.

Where the fuck did she go? She was there just a minute ago.

I then spotted back hair going out the back door, the door shutting behind her.

Fuck.

"Shit, sorry." I quickly placed money down for my soda. Not that I was going to be drinking it now. "Here, Miles. Have my drink."

Miles looked at me, confused. "Why? Where are you going in such a hurry? Sandy hasn't even made your drink yet."

"Looks like April is leaving. I'm thinking maybe too much drinking." It was a lie. Or maybe it wasn't, but I had a feeling it was something else. She had seemed off most of the night.

Sandy shook her head, clicking her tongue. "She should really watch that. Word travels fast around here. Wouldn't want people to think she's an alcoholic."

I ignored her words and turned, heading for the back door. I pushed it open, taking in the brisk dark air, and looked around. I had no idea if she had driven or not or what her plan was.

I quickly spotted her walking down the sidewalk. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her hands were curled in fists. "April! Where are you going?"

She paused and glanced over her shoulder. I could see the anger in her eyes as they narrowed on me.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I started down the sidewalk towards her.

"I'm going home," she snapped, and I slowed my steps.

"Why? I thought we were having a good time."

She turned around, and I could see she was fuming. "A good night? You call this a good night?"

I stiffened suddenly, trying to think over everything that happened. Besides Miles bringing up my sexual history, I thought it had been going decent. She might have felt a little uncomfortable, but otherwise, I thought it was going well.

"If you're mad, just say that."

She crossed her arms. "I'm not mad. I'm disgusted. I'm supposed to walk around and be your wife when you have girls practically showing you their breasts while serving you."

I blinked, confused at her. "What are you talking about?"

She scuffed. "Oh please, Sandy was seconds away from jumping the counter and humping you. Don't try and hide it. I know you guys dated. Or fucked. Whatever you want to call it. Either way, you have history."

I frowned. I probably should have mentioned her before we went in, but I didn't know Sandy would be working. "Okay, yes. We have history, but that's over. That's been over for a long time."

She snorted and turned, continuing down the road. Her footsteps crunched on the snow, and I sighed heavily.

I threw my hands up. "April, what exactly is your plan here? You're gonna walk your drunk ass home?"

"I'm not drunk! I hardly had anything to drink. And anything is better than watching and waiting for the sex fest to begin. I heard about the bathroom."

"Jesus Christ! I wouldn't have done anything. And you know, I wasn't the only one that was getting hit on. Did you forget about the guy?"

She turned, throwing her hands up. "He was just offering to show me how to play. He wasn't swinging his dick at me."

"Jesus, if you honestly think that, then you should have no problem with Sandy."

Her shoulders sank, and her lips formed a thin line.

"First, it's offering to show you how to play, then yanking your pants down in the bathroom. I know all the moves, April."

Her eyes narrowed. "Well, you would know. Do they also have a condom dispenser in there? Because I hear you frequent the place."

It was like she'd slapped me, and it hurt a little. "I'm not arguing with you about this. Let's just go home."

"I'm walking."

"April, you're not. You wanna be pissy with me, fine, be pissy in the truck, but you aren't walking. Or did all that liquor numb your head and make you forget why we were doing this in the first place? I don't know where Ivan is, and I don't need him snatching you while you're drunk."

"For god sake, I'm not drunk!" she snapped back. "I had a fricken shot and a few sips of a beer."

"Which apparently is enough to irritate you."

She rolled her eyes but turned, marching toward my truck. I followed after her, starting it up, and headed home. Neither of us spoke the entire drive.

Once home, we headed up to the apartment. April threw her shoes off and marched down the hallway.

"A thank you would be nice."

She paused and turned back to me. "What?"

"I said, a thank you would be nice. Thanks for bringing me out. Thanks for opening up your home. Thanks for doing this."

Her eyes seemed to ignite in anger. "You want a thanks? Fine. Thanks for leaving me all those years ago and preparing me for this. Thanks for fucking all those women, so it would make it easier to dislike you. Thank you so much for not sticking your cock into another woman tonight. But who knows, maybe tomorrow I won't be as lucky. Everyone, including your close friends, brought up just how sexually active you’ve been."

I stared at her and suddenly realized that while she was angry, she was jealous and hurt.

"April, do you honestly think I left all those years ago because I wanted to? That you were just a notch on my post?"

She shrugged. "Sure feels like it. Looks like you moved on perfectly fine."

I scowled. "I didn't have a choice. We weren't fucking yet, but I knew once words got out, that was what they would want. And you were too young. I didn't leave because I wanted to. I left because it was the right choice."

I took a few steps toward her. "And if you're jealous, you say that. You don't get to throw my past in my face. Yes, I've slept with a lot of women, but they were all aware of the terms. We were never anything serious, and it was never going to be anything serious. It was sexual release. So yes, we fucked in bathrooms. We fucked in changing rooms, hotels, and cars. We, however, never fucked in my bed. I never brought them home, and they knew that. No promises were being made that we would be anything else. There was no agreement to change it in the future. It was just sex. That was all."

Her face sank slightly at that. April had been the only person that came close to that. She'd been the only person I ever wanted in my bed.

"As for Sandy, she was just another. I don't see her or anyone else anymore. I haven't since you arrived here."

She took a few steps towards me. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Do you see me putting up with anyone else's emotional rollercoaster right now? No. I'm here handling you and your behavioral ass."

We stared at each other, and my eyes went to her mouth. I thought of that kiss, that quick smooch for our fake wedding. And Jesus, I wanted more. I have always wanted more.

April took a step closer, her breast pressing against my chest. "Am I sexual release, Weslie? Or am I your wife?"

"You are my wife," I growled and pulled her in, kissing her. I expected her to pull away, but she didn't. April kissed me back with just as much need. She moaned as I reached down, cupping her ass and pressing her flat against me.

We fumbled back a few steps, and I pinned her against the wall. I broke the kiss, inhaling her scent. She smelt amazing, and my cock jerked at it.

"Oh, fuck me," she whimpered.

"That's a bad idea," I said, biting her neck.

"Please," she whined. "Please, just for tonight."

I wasn't going to fight her on that. If she was willing, I was taking it. I pinned her flat against the wall, deepening the kiss. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and her moan grew louder.

"Hands up," I growled, grabbing the hem of her shirt.

She pulled her hands up, and I yanked her blouse right over her head. I threw it aside and started unbuttoning her jeans. I yanked them down, kissing her stomach as I bent over.

I could hear her breath hitch as I placed my hands on her stomach. Her belly button was piercing, and the diamond twinkled in the low lights.

I pulled myself up, kissing her once more. I unclipped her bra, watching it fall on the ground. She pulled at my shirt, and I yanked it off.

We were moving down the hallway when I heard something fumble, but neither of us moved to fix it. I didn't care. I could have broken something, and it wasn't going to stop me.

She pulled at my zipper, and I quickly helped yank them off as we stepped into the bedroom. She was panting by the time we hit the bed.

I heard a rip and looked down, seeing I'd ripped her thong right off. Her eyes widened in shock a little, but her lips curled up slightly.

I kissed down her chest, cupping at her breast. I wanted to touch every part of her, but I wanted to fuck her even more. I'd waited years. I'd waited patiently to have her, and now that I was here, I couldn't contain myself.

My cock ached painfully, and April yanked at my boxers. My cock sprang free, and her eyes sparkled with delight. I knew we both wanted this.

"Do you know what I would love?" I asked, pinning her down on the bed.

She raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"Your lips wrapped around my cock," I reached a hand up, rubbing my thumb along her lower lip. "But I want to sink deep in you so much more."

She swallowed, and I kissed her roughly. She moaned, her hands grabbed at me, her nails running down my chest. I felt them dig deep, and I started to grind on her. My cock rubbed against her entrance finding her soaking wet.

"Oh god," she whined. "Yes...oh yes."

I kissed her, sliding into her with a slow thrust. I felt her tighten around me and her nails digging deeper into my shoulder. She felt wonderful.

I pinned her legs open, speeding up each thrust. I didn't want slow sex, and if she was in pain, she wasn't telling. "Oh, Weslie."

God, hearing her say my name made it ten times better. My cock hurt painfully, and I knew I was close. I wanted to drain myself into her.

We just started, but I couldn't slow us down. There were years of want-taking play.

"More," she panted. "Deeper."

I thrust deeper, being sure to grind down into her. I kissed her, feeling that tightness was building up.

I pulled April's hands, holding them above her head and pinning them there. I kissed her nipples and felt April tighten painfully around me. She cried out as she orgasmed, and I thrust deeply into her, feeling my own hit over me.

We both panted, and I rested my forehead against her chest. "Oh god," she whispered. "That was..."

Fucking wonderful. She felt like home. She tasted like heaven.

I pulled my head up and looked at her. Her eyes sparkled, and she raised her hand, running her fingers through my hair.

"That was a terrible idea."