and swung open the door. Sniper stepped forward and sniffed something on the steps. I flipped on the lights.
“Sniper, sit.”
He moved to sit beside me. Whining, he looked up at me.
Fuck. At first, I thought it was a skinned cat, but on closer inspection, I realized it was a skinned rabbit. I debated calling the police, but guaranteed that fuckwad, Detective Wallace, would show up and do absolutely nothing but angle his story to make it look like I had done it. I took some photos with my phone before getting some garbage bags to clean it up. It left a stain of blood on the front steps. With rubber gloves and a hard brush, I spent another ten minutes scrubbing the stones clean.
What a nightmare. I thought we had put this behind us.
I sat back on my haunches, looking into the dark of the night, and debated my options. I could call Andrusha, although I wasn’t sure what the fuck he would do. I debated telling Charlie, but I didn’t want to stress her out.
I was walking out of practice when my phone buzzed repeatedly with texts.
Unknown: You’ve been a very bad boy, haven’t you?
Unknown: You told me you were going to tell your wife about us.
Unknown: Especially after our time together on your last road trip.
Unknown: The way you fucked me, you were so damn hot, Mica.
Unknown: Tell your wife about me, or I will tell her. That was our deal.
I stared in disbelief at the texts. WTF? I had no idea what was going on. If the person hadn’t used my name, I would have thought this was a wrong number. Rage filled my heart that they were talking about Charlie. I debated my options and then texted back.
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: Cute. Pretending not to know.
Unknown: I’ll give you a hint. I’m your little addiction.
Me: Leave my wife alone.
Unknown: Come meet me and tell me that to my face. Then maybe I can sit on your face.
Me: Fuck off
Unknown: I’ll be in front of the antique-style clock at noon tomorrow
Someone was trying to mess with me. I couldn’t care less about these texts, but the fact that they mentioned Charlie had my blood boiling. No one would mess with her. This was going to stop now.
I would meet whoever was messing with us, and I would make this stop.
Their meeting place was a public place at a public time. There would be dozens of people around. What could go wrong?
I stood beside the antique clock and waited. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did, when I saw Sabrina saunter up to me.
I kept my hands in my pockets as I glared down at her. “What the fuck kind of game are you playing?”
She smiled up at me. “I knew you’d come.”
“What do you want?”
She stepped forward, pressing her body to mine. I stepped back. She put her arms on my chest. “I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re a crazy bitch. Leave my wife alone or I’ll go to the police.”
Her hand flew fast, and she slapped me across the face. It didn’t hurt, but it caught me off guard. The second time she tried to slap me, I caught her hand. I put my face in front of hers. “If you don’t fuck off, you’re going to be sorry.”
Without letting her say another word, I turned and walked away.
I stared down at my wife, who was busy working her mouth over my cock. I groaned as I felt the tip of her tongue slowly circle on the bottom of my cock while she sucked perfectly on the tip.
“Touch your breasts.” I knew how sensitive her nipples were these days. “Tug on your nipples for me.”
Her fingers plucked her bare nipples, and she moaned, her eyes drifting shut.
“Now touch your pussy. I want you to come while you suck on me.”
Her mouth lost some focus when her hand slipped between her thighs, but I didn’t care. She was so fucking hot getting herself off for me. When she came, she sucked harder, and it was all I could do not to shoot my load down her throat.
“I want you to come,” she pouted.
I want to come too.
I hauled her onto her feet, spun her around, bent her over the bed and buried myself deep into her. She groaned so hard, a sound that went straight to my dick. I could feel her hot pussy tighten around me. Fuck, she made me hot.
“How’s that?” I asked, kissing