Later that evening I was feeling a little dizzy, as my mother went to join the men for pre-dinner drinks, I took my chance to get away and took a stroll onto the veranda.
It was always so peaceful and quiet out here. I thought back again to when I spent many nights as a child, running through the gardens before dinner. My father and I chasing the fireflies and looking at the stars, as my mother sat her lounge chair and smiled with us. I could almost see us out there still with nets and galoshes.
“Well, I just heard a fascinating tale, from your parents,” Said a familiar voice, “And husband?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Lord help me, I may vomit on this man tonight.
“Bill,” I steadied myself against the marble light pole, not turning to look at him.
“Cortney, do you really think it wise to marry a man you barely know?” He narrowed his scrutinizing eyes at me.
I laughed at his asinine question.
“Oh, please!” I rolled my eyes, “I couldn’t do any worse than my sister did. At least Jason concerns himself with my feelings and well-being.”
“Really, that’s why he takes you on tour and marries you on one of his stops?” he scoffed, “I haven’t heard anything about it until now, is he not telling anyone because he’s ashamed?”
“Actually, he hasn’t told anyone because he’s following my wishes,” I turned to him now, “I love Jason and he loves me. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve known one another or if we come out publicly. He is a wonderful man with a heart of gold and he doesn’t lie to me, he doesn’t have to.”
“That’s not fair and you know it.” Bill was angry. He had no right to be angry and I was finished with his bullshit
“Only because I didn’t tell you I came from money. We’ve been through this again and again, Bill. I’m done. I’ve been done since you walked through that door engaged to my sister. I am truly happy with Jason. He touches my heart in a way no one else ever has.”
“I am not done going through this with you and you know it,” he stood his ground, “You lied to me. We had something good. We could have had a real connection.”
“What we had was something that you gave up for money. It couldn’t have been that good,” I told him. I was done talking. This was the final time I would say it, “You made your bed, Billy-boy, so lay in it.”
“I would rather lay in your bed and you know it!” he hissed, giving a snide once over, “I bet he touches you in a lot more places than just your heart. Doesn’t he, honey?”
“You son-of-a-” I started, but was cut off by another voice on the veranda.
“You seem to have this unhealthy infatuation with my wife," Jason's cool voice cut through the night, "Don’t you, Bill?”
I closed my eyes, feeling the patio swirl beneath my feet.
“A few months ago, I watched you follow her around here like a little puppy. You knew exactly where we were and what we were doing. You came into the room attempting to catch us in the act. Just a minute sooner and you would have, I assure you,” he spoke quietly, but there was no mistaking that he was fueled by anger.
“That’s crude!” Bill exclaimed.
“You know what’s crude?” Jason went on, his jaw tight, “The fact that you just told my wife that you want to be in her bed. The bed she and I share. Aren’t you married to her sister?”
“Oh, you mean the bed that she and I shared first? That’s right, I know all of her dirty little tricks between the sheets. I knew them long before you. I could even give you details that would make your head spin, band boy.”
“What did you just say?” Sarah’s voice was shrill.
My sister chose that opportune moment to come check on her husband.
“I give up on life,” I said to the sky.
“Oh, I already know,” Jason ignored my sister, speaking almost ominously as he came up behind me, placing his hands possessively on my hips, “You used to fuck her, but I’m guessing that your pretty little wife didn’t know that. Oops, she does now.”
“Are you kidding me, Brittany? You fucked my husband?!” Instead of turning on him she turned on me; of course. That was my sister through and through.
“Before you were engaged! I didn’t know it was him you were seeing!” I told her.
“It isn’t Cortney you want to blame, Sarah. Cortney broke it off as soon as she found out he was with you. Bill here just can’t take a hint,” Jason told them, kissing my neck seductively. “But who can blame him? I’ve have had my face buried in this pussy multiple times a day for months now. I can’t get enough either.”
I leaned back into Jason’s embrace, unable to control the feelings swarming inside me, between the kisses and his sensual voice as he spoke.
“She’s addictive, I know,” Jason emphasized.
The look on my sister’s face said it all. Something told me Bill wasn’t living up to his potential or to her needs.
“She’s my wife now,” Jason continued, this time with a deadly warning to his voice, “And you’ll be staying the fuck away from her from here on out. You come near her or bother her again and I will kick your ass myself, then I may even let my bandmates take a crack.”
“We need to go home now,” Jason whispered in my ear, loud enough for the other two to hear, “Before I fuck you right here in front of everyone, to mark my territory.”
We quickly said goodnight to my parents, with the excuse of being tired from having just gotten back into town. It was far from the truth, since we had spent the entire day in bed, but we needed to say something.
On the way home he didn’t say a single word. Thank goodness it was a short ride. Once home he went straight to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass and eyed me. It was almost like he was the predator and I was his prey.
... Somehow, I found it sexy as hell.
“How did you know about Bill?” I didn’t want to, but I had to ask.
“Asher told me.”
“What a fucking asshole!” I blurted. That was supposed to be between the two of us, Asher and I.
“No,” he glared, “He’s a good friend. He wanted to let me know in case anything sprang up. He didn’t want me surprised in the moment.”
“Go upstairs, undress and wait for me,” he stated firmly.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to eat your pussy and fuck you until you can’t cum anymore, then I’m going to cum inside that perfect little piece of yours. It’s time to mark my territory once and for all.”
“How’s that going to help with your anger?” I asked, a little turned on and scared at the same time, “We need to talk about this.”
“No, I’m good. I know what I want and I’m not taking any less.”
“But what about-?”
“Want to try me?” He cocked a brow at me.