But he didn’t.
Aria let out a frustrated roar and flung the phone against the wall to shatter. She dropped her head into her hands, feeling like she could literally pull out every last strand of her hair from her own head.
Why wasn’t he answering?
Her gut clenched and she felt ill at an image of him walking into Jessa’s open arms. This madness, this crazy merry-go-round of emotions had to come to an end. She couldn’t take any more.
Aria flopped back down on the bed, curling her body into a fetal position as tears flooded the pillow she clutched tightly. But she swallowed back the tears. She wouldn’t shed another tear. Either it wasn’t him and she had no reason to cry, or it was and that meant the cheating bastard wasn’t worth the damn tears.
Aria began to punch the pillow with each ache of her heart until soon she was up on her knees and punching it harder and harder as she visualized his face on it. And she worked up a sweat giving that poor pillow all the frustration built up inside her.
“Damn you, Kingston,” she muttered as she gave the pillow a vicious one-two. Boom. Pow!
“What the hell did I do?”
Aria froze at the sound of his voice before she looked wildly over her shoulder. Kingston stood in the doorway, tall and handsome and rugged in his jeans and T-shirt…looking at her like she had lost her damn mind. Aria released the pillow, weak with relief. Fuck it, maybe I have, she thought as she rushed from the bed to approach him.
He’s home. He’s here. It’s not me. It’s not us. She felt so pathetic to be so damn happy about that.
Aria wrapped her arms around his strong chocolate neck as she pressed her mouth to his with a moan filled with happiness, pleasure, and the sweetness of relief. As she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, Aria pressed her soft and curvy body against the entire hard length of his six-foot-three muscular frame.
“Damn, I should go fishing more often,” he mused into her open mouth as his hands came up to grab her buttocks and hoist her up.
Aria gladly wrapped her legs around his waist as she snuggled her face into the warm curve of his neck and her pussy thumped with a life all its own. In that moment the mix of his sweat, the remnants of his cologne, and the faint odor of fish smelt like heaven to her.
“Damn, your heart beating fast, Aria,” Kingston said with a laugh.
Aria placed moist kisses along his sweaty collarbone. “Strip,” she ordered him, just knowing that she needed to be with her husband.
“Aria, I need to wash—”
She deeply kissed away the rest of his protests before she lowered her feet to the carpet and began to strip him herself. And she heard nothing but the wild pounding of her heart and the rustle of his clothes as she removed them.
She felt desperate to fuck her husband. She wanted to take it back to the basics—fuck the hell out of him and make him cum so hard his mouth twisted.
“Damn, Aria,” Kingston said as she dropped to her knees and took his hard dick into her hands to stroke fast and furiously.
She wanted to remind him that he would never have a need or desire for another woman.
Closing her eyes, she guided the thick tip into her open mouth, ignoring the faint scent of sweat as she swiped her tongue against the smoothness of it.
“Ooh,” Kingston moaned as his hips bucked.
Aria drew him into her mouth, wetting him with her spit as she drew on the skills she learned from her tricking days. She felt a delicious thrill when his hands twisted in her hair and his strong muscled thighs quivered as she sucked him like she was trying to get paid.
Kingston fell back against the door and Aria moved forward on her knees, his dick still implanted in her mouth. She was relentless in her pursuit of his sexual happiness. She was on a mission.
Fuck it.
“Damn, you gone make me cum,” he said, sounding as weak as his knees felt.
A small shot of his cum drizzled from the tip and she licked every drop with a moan before she released his dick from her mouth. “Get on the floor,” she ordered as she stripped off her shirt and worked her pants down her hips and beyond her knees to fling over her shoulder.
Kingston looked surprised but he obliged. “Doctor’s orders?” he teased with a double-dimpled smile.
Aria smiled, feeling love for him fill every bit of her. “Doctor’s wife’s order.”
As soon as he dropped to his ass on the floor, with his back against the side of their mahogany dresser, she climbed across him and onto his dick with one swift slide of her hips downward.
They gasped in unison at the hot feel of one another.
“Right here in the door, huh?” Kingston asked, tilting his chin up to hotly lick her mouth.
“That’s right, Doc.” Aria arched her back as she began twirling her hips to ride his dick like a jockey with the finish line in sight.
“This has to be a quickie, baby, don’t forget we’re meeting everybody at Jackson’s,” he told her as his fingers dug into her hips.
Aria froze. So Jackson was home. Kingston leaned in to suck her nipples through her lacy bra but Aria brushed him away like a fly. “Where’s Eric?” she asked, thinking of Jaime.
Kingston lifted his head to stare at her in confusion. “Home. Why?” he asked in irritation, using his hands to pump her hips.
Although Aria knew Kingston hated his groove disturbed once it was started, she had other shit on her mind. “And Jackson is home too?”
“Yes,” he snapped, working his buttocks as he tried to shift his dick up inside her. “Man, fuck them. No, matter of fact…fuck me.”
All of the men came home?
That meant Jessa’s lover was not revealed…yet. Aria’s heart plummeted to her stomach.
Kingston looked up at her. Something in her eyes made him stiffen his stance.
He looked wary.
Smart. Real smart.
“Are you fucking Jessa?” she snapped, punching him in the chest before she grabbed his chin in her hand roughly.
“Ow. What the hell?”
“Answer me, Kingston,” she ordered coldly, giving him a bona fide Aunt Esther from Sanford and Son stare.
“What?” Kingston looked confused.
Aria felt Kingston’s dick softening inside her. “Are you fucking Jessa?” she asked again, punching his chest as her anger built. Be it unreasonable. Be it premature. Be it unnecessary. It was building by the second until her entire body felt hot.
Kingston grabbed her wrists, locking them securely in his grasp. That only made her want to fight him more. “Calm your ass down, Aria,” he ordered in a cold voice, tightening his grasp on her wrists as she continued to thrash about in his lap.
But she didn’t calm down. Visions egged her on.
Kingston and Jessa fucking.
Kingston’s head buried between Jessa’s open thighs.
His dick in her hands. Her pussy. Her mouth.
But beyond the sex, visions of her husband and her best friend sharing intimate moments, laughing together, talking with each other, dating each other, planning a life together. That hurt more than anything.
Aria fought him harder.
“Aria. Aria! Aria!” Kingston rose to his feet, his dick slipping out of her in the process. Still holding her wrists, he twisted her arms behind her back and pulled her body tightly against his.
Aria’s chest heaved as she looked up into the eyes of her husband. Her husband. Her man. Her life.
Her past—the men, the conniving, the tricking—had shown and taught her more than most teenagers would ever see. She had lost count of the married men or men with significant others she’d run through. She grew up mistrusting men and even when she stepped away from that life, the doubts remained. For so long she’d lived suspecting Kingston, watching him, monitoring him, feeling like she lived with only one foot on solid ground, waiting for their world to fall out from beneath her. She thought she’d prepared herself for it. She thought she knew what she would do when—not
if—it happened.
She was wrong.
Kingston stared at her intensely, his eyes never wavering from hers. “Aria, I am not sleeping with Jessa or any other woman. Where is this coming from? What’s going on?”
Aria’s eyes searched his and she wished she could believe him. She truly wished she could turn back the hands of time to just before they all got that stupid-ass message from Jessa. It was imprinted on her brain:
I LOVE HIM MORE THAN YOU, AND
I NEED HIM MORE. HE’S MY MAN
NOW.
Aria felt weak and she let her head drop to Kingston’s shoulder. “Jessa sent this stupid-ass text to Renee, Jaime, and me saying that she’s been having an affair with one of our husbands and that he was leaving one of us for her…today.”
“What?”
Aria nodded, wishing that the smell of him didn’t breathe life into her. “She’s moved and everything.”
“Okay, listen, Aria.” Kingston released her hands and reached up to lightly grasp her face to tilt her head up. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on between Jessa and nobody else, but I’ve never fucked her and I damn sure am not leaving you for her or anybody else.”
Aria kept her hands at her sides. “I wish I could believe that, but with all three of you home and Jessa having no reason to lie, one of you changed your mind or plans to leave later—but one of you has betrayed one of us. And motherfucker, I need to know if it was you.”
Kingston stiffened. “And I’ve already told you it wasn’t me, Aria. I’ve never done anything to make you suspect me of cheating. It really should take more than a goddamn text message to having you acting this way,” he told her coldly.
Aria stiffened as well. She brought her head up to look at him. “So I should have blind trust?” she asked, stepping out of his embrace to pace across the room in nothing but her red lace bra, which contrasted sharply against her dark, smooth skin.
“In the beginning, no, but after all these years I’ve earned blind trust, Aria,” he shot back. “You’ve never trusted me.”
She whirled to look at him, her face incredulous. “That’s not true,” she lied.
Kingston laughed bitterly as he reached down and snatched up his jeans. “You track me better than a damn LoJack. I get the third degree anytime I leave this house. The whole ‘who, what, when, where, and why,’ and I put up with it because I understand women’s insecurities—”
“Insecurities?” Aria’s eyes cut to him sharply. “What the fuck I got to be insecure about?”
Kingston sighed, holding up his hands. “Men cheat and they’ve made it hard for women to trust their man. All I’m saying is I understand that, Aria, and I put up with all the cloak-and-dagger crap because I had nothing to hide.”
“What are you supposed to say, Kingston?” she asked sarcastically. “ Yes, I was fucking with Jessa and promised that bitch I would leave you for her.’ Nigga, puh-leeze.”
Kingston cocked his head to the side and walked over to her with angry strides. “Don’t address me as a nigga, Aria. And as a matter of fact, is it necessary for every other word out your mouth to be profanity?”
Aria made an overly animated face of surprise before she began to clap her hands. “Or what, nig-ga? You gone whup my motherfucking ass, nig-ga? You gone wash my fucking mouth out with motherfucking soap, nig-ga?”
Kingston’s eyes flashed with anger as his muscled chest heaved. “Get yourself together to talk to me like a grown woman and then come talk to me. I’m not dealing with you like this,” he said, waving his hand as he turned to stalk out of the room.
And that pissed Aria off, but shit was spiraling out of control fast. As much as she wanted to run across the room and jump on his back, she took a deep breath instead. “Kingston,” she called out behind him.
He paused just outside the door but he didn’t turn around.
Aria eyed the strong definition of his back and the way his jeans were slung so low on his hips that the tops of his square buttocks showed. “We need to work this out now or I don’t know if we can come back from this.”
Kingston stood there with his back to her and Aria had to admit that she wasn’t sure he was coming back. “Come back from what?” he asked with attitude, finally turning to face her. “You had some bullshit—”
“Language, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou,” Aria reminded him.
Kingston shook his head as he walked over to stand before her. “Your day has been filled with a bunch of crap dumped on you by your so-called friend, but in my world I made love to my wife this morning, went fishing with our friends all day, and came home to chill. I’m sorry your world got turned upside down, but nothing has changed for me and I don’t know what you’re talking about, Aria.”
Aria pointed at her own chest, hating the tears of insecurity, confusion, anger, and distrust that filled her eyes. “Well, everything has changed for me. Every conversation between you and Jessa. Every bit of time we all spent together. Every touch between you two that seemed innocent—all of it is suspect now. All of it.”
Kingston dropped down onto the bed as if defeated. “So you think I’m the type of man that would not only cheat on you but cheat on you with your best friend? That’s what you think of me…Because if it is, then you and I have a big fucking problem, Aria.”
Aria thought he sounded convincing, but she’d lain in many a bed with men who were on their cell phones with their wives and girlfriends swearing they weren’t up to no good. It taught her well that men knew how to lie their asses off. “And if you were planning to leave me for another woman, then we have an even bigger fucking problem,” she countered, determined to either get to the truth or get satisfaction that her husband wasn’t Jessa’s lover.
“Go to hell, Aria,” he muttered, turning his back on her.
Aria spotted the five-by-seven frame holding one of their many wedding photos sitting on the nightstand and she snatched it up to fling at him. It clipped him on the shoulder and Aria actually clasped her hand over her mouth and gasped in shock.
Kingston turned and raced at her like a running back trying to carry a football past the goal line. “Oh, hell no!” he roared.
Aria’s eyes widened as she let out a little yelp and turned to run, but Kingston tackled her onto the middle of the bed. He easily used his strength to lock both her legs with his thighs and one strong hand to capture both of her wrists high above her head.
“Don’t you ever get physical with me again, Aria, and I mean it,” he told her in a hard voice, his angry breath blowing in her face.
Aria tried her best to raise and arch her body to get him off her. He didn’t budge. Her body was just pressed more intimately against the hard length of him. “Get the hell off of me.”
“No,” he answered her simply.
Aria closed her eyes and counted to ten. She tried like crazy to fight him off her, but she slowly stopped when she saw that her movements were turning him on. His eyes—the eyes she knew so well with every emotion—were clearly filling with desire.
“No, Kingston,” she said simply as his gaze dropped to watch the up-and-down motion of the top of her breasts.
He used his knees to nudge her legs open so that he lay between them.
Aria didn’t bother to struggle against his strength any longer at the undeniable feel of his hard dick pressed against the top of her pussy.
Kingston pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and Aria bit her lip to keep from gasping in surprise and a hot shot of pure pleasure.
“Don’t, Kingston, just don’t,” she pleaded.
He drew a trail from her collarbone to her earlobe with the fleshy tip of his tongue and she shivered in quick response to him. “You smell good. You taste good,” he whispered against her neck. “You turn me the fuck on. All I can think about is putting all this dick in you.”
“Get the fuck off—”
He kissed her, deeply swirling his tongue around her reluctant one and swallowing the rest of her protest. Ar
ia hated the way the steam immediately rose from her body in response to him. She hated that her pussy walls quivered and her clit jumped to attention. She hated that only Kingston could make her feel this way. Only him.
Kingston shifted down to plant moist and electrifying kisses to the top of her plush breasts. Aria shook her head even as goose bumps raced across her nearly nude body. “No, Kingston. No,” she pleaded, but her sorry-ass protests sounded weak even to her own ears.
He shifted his body down again, still holding her wrists as he sucked her nipples through the flimsy revealing lace of her brassiere. Aria arched her back and shut her eyes as an intense wave of pleasure hit her, dead center of her pussy. His tongue felt divine, and when he tugged the cup down to expose her hard chocolate nipple she was glad the barrier—although slight—was gone.
“Kingston,” she whispered in pleasure.
“That’s right, baby,” he moaned against her aching nipples.
Her entire body relaxed and he felt the change in her, releasing her wrists. She knew she should fight him off, get to the bottom of the ugly truths in the room, but in that moment she couldn’t resist her husband’s sex appeal, their chemistry, or the urgency building inside her to cum.
And he obliged.
He rose from atop her and Aria licked her lips as she watched his hard and ready dick straining against the zipper of his jeans as he unzipped them. His dick sprang free like a pumped fist and she squirmed on the bed in anticipation. She was ready, willing, and waiting.
Kingston lowered himself to the bed again and kissed her from her ankles to her thighs. “Nobody…nobody can mess this up, Aria. Nobody,” he whispered against her heated skin.
Aria wished she could unequivocally believe him.
He continued his hot kisses and sucks and licks up to her inner thighs, and Aria’s pussy flooded in anticipation. “Once I met you, I knew there was no other woman for me, Aria. I knew that,” he told her fiercely, just before his strong, healing hands spread her legs wide and then pushed them up high so that her ass and her pussy were high in the air before him.
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