Chapter 9

After the blur that was Saturday, Sunday was anticlimactic. Along with a friend and her two boys, Krista and the kids spent the day at the zoo.

Coffee in hand, I whiled away the morning compiling and re-compiling the failed email list. It didn’t help. By midafternoon, I snuck a few quick plays in an online sports betting app. Surprise, that also failed. But, hey, I hadn’t lost another 500k.

“There’s gotta be an answer,” I murmured before collapsing onto the couch to nap.

By the time they returned, I had dinner prep underway. That got me a long, pleasant kiss and lingering press of Krista’s sleek frame. So worth it.

Later in the evening, I was showering. And thinking. But truthfully, no new ideas had materialized. Well, other than begging my brother, Josh, for the cash. The worst part was, he would give every last penny to me. Except he had no morals—none. So, I’d only be trading whatever was happening with Yuri for him.

What do I mean? Since first meeting her, he’d been more than obvious about desiring Krista. Hell, he wasn’t shy about declaring his confusion that she’d picked me over him.

No. Not Josh.

“Then again, he won’t kill me,” I muttered into the spray as warm needles battered my aching body.

Because that was a distinct possibility. Yuri’s glittering dark eyes appeared in a vision. Okay, dinner and a little dancing with my wife was one thing. While I didn’t like it, and she didn’t either ... Well, she hadn’t. Suddenly, my mind spiraled, admitting things and remembering changes. Over and over, it tried to convince me something more was happening.

Paranoia? Yeah, probably. She loved me. That had not changed.

As if God heard me, I jolted at the glass shower door creaking open. It was Krista. Eyes flashing and without a lick of clothes.

“Still owe you, sexy man,” she said with a grin before gliding into me. “God knows how many times I came on those wonderful fingers of yours.”

At the slide of her rubbery hard nipples and sleek warm frame, my entire body trembled.

“Uh, are the kids asleep?” I muttered before moaning as her palms roamed my flanks.

“No, they’re sitting on the bed outside.” After a curt snort, she moved her hands to my swelling rod. “Of course they are, honey. I plan on having you make some noise.”

Before I could reply or even laugh, she slipped to her knees. At the gentle glide of her velvet mouth over my knob, all I managed was a low groan. With one hand clamped to my butt, the other fondled my balls. As I swayed under the pummeling water, she bobbed ever further towards my root.

After a rapid upward twist, she left my pulsing cockhead on her lower lip. As those brilliant blue eyes gazed up at me, time slowed. Silvery, twin trails of thick drool mixed with the spray washing her chin. When her hand twisted upward to clasp behind my crown, she placed a soft kiss on it and smiled.

“It’s so lovely, Tom.” She giggled, then tapped it with her swirling tongue before pressing her lips to it again. “Mm-hmm. Such a pretty little dick, baby.”

Little?

Even as I was processing that—she’d never commented about my size before—her hand reached past me. When it came back with her pink plastic razor and shaving cream, I gulped.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Another gulp left me.

“Don’t you think we should match, baby?”

After she leaned in to swallow my aching tip once more, her cheeks sank. At that magical suction, pulling a loud groan from deep in my core, she could do anything she damn well wanted. Even as I continued shaking, she spread foamy gel through my pubes. After another swift lick to catch a globule of pre-cum, she ran the razor over me.

Oh, I was nervous as all hell with her drawing it over my tightening balls. But she was slow and careful. The soft kisses on my tip helped.