“I’ll make you feel better,” he says in a teasing tone, and I just shake my head.
“I think you want to have sex with me to get back at Hunter for whatever he did.”
“I would never do that to you,” he grumbles. He pulls me down until I’m lying in his arms and my heart aches a little as I snuggle against his chest. I’ve wanted this for so long, but now I’m afraid everything we do is crossing a line that’s going to get us all hurt. But this familiarity between us is too pure and good to ignore.
“Tell me what happened at the club,” I say.
He moans. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll be mad at me. And him.”
“He already told me about the kiss, Drake. And I gave him permission to do anything he wanted at the club—with you, of course.”
There’s a delay in his reaction because of the alcohol, but he does eventually lift his head to glare at me. “You did?”
I nod.
“You guys have the weirdest fucking marriage.”
“I know…” I reply.
“What did he say about the kiss?” he asks.
“Not much. But he liked it. And he’s just really confused.”
“Yeah, well…me fucking too.”
“So tell me what happened.”
When he finally relents to talking to me, he shifts to his side and pulls me closer. It’s intimate and making me want so much more with him. In true Drake fashion, his hands never stay in one place. He’s constantly rubbing my back, my hip, my cheek. He does not rest, ever.
“I sucked his dick.”
Gotta love how blunt and shameless Drake is. But I keep quiet for a moment because I need to explore my own reaction first. At first…it’s shock. Maybe a touch of jealousy. And then I imagine it. Drake and Hunter in a club together…Drake’s mouth around Hunter’s dick. I can’t help the way that image makes me feel—hot and excited and very, very turned on.
“Isabel…” he says, gauging my reaction.
“I just need a minute. This is all so hard to get used to.”
After a few minutes of letting this new information sink in, giving myself enough time to check in with how this is all making me feel, I tap Drake’s chest.
“Okay…” I reply. “What happened after the blow job?”
“He barely put his cock away before ditching me there. On the fucking floor.”
Goddammit, Hunter. My emotionally-stunted husband can be the most affectionate, tender-hearted sap sometimes, but then other times…he’s so flighty and irrational, it makes me crazy.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Tilting my head, I gaze up at Drake. I realize in this moment that Hunter and I are just a blip on the radar of Drake’s love life. Soon, he will be back to his old ways, living his life as freely as he wishes and doing it mostly alone.
His eyes find mine, and he touches my cheek, stroking softly before finally pulling my face up to his for a tender kiss. He’s playing with my heart when he does this, making me think I can have things that I know I can’t. Like him.
After a soft pressing of our lips, he pulls away and kisses the tip of my nose. “Don’t apologize, Iz. It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but I don’t want you fighting with him either. He needs to apologize, but I also think you have to remember…Hunter’s father was a cruel bigot who ingrained some nasty stuff in Hunter’s head. Obviously, he knows it’s all bullshit now, but those cruel voices are still there. He just has to overcome them, and he will.”
Suddenly, he lifts up and stares at me as if he’s surprised by something. “How are you not mad, Isabel? Your husband got a blow job from someone else—and don’t say it’s okay because you and I have been having sex because he’s there for that, and you know this is different.”
I stare up at him, searching for the words to describe how I’m feeling. I am a little jealous, but not because he cheated on me, but because I wasn’t involved.
Finally, I force out an answer that I hope makes sense. “It’s not cheating to me, Drake. Not when it’s you.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” he mutters, his drunkenness peeking through.
“None of this makes any sense…but also, being with you like this makes more sense to me than the way we were before.”
“What?” His face contorts, as if trying to wrap his head around that notion actually hurts his brain. I let out a little laugh as I pull him down for a kiss.