“What,” she practically shrieks as she tries to keep quiet. “Why?”
“There’s someone here,” I tell her.
The fear takes over her face instantly and I know without a doubt she is remembering the last time someone intruded into our home. I give her a gentle kiss on the forehead and remind her to make the call before I silently push the door open and creep into the house.
I’m halfway down the hallway when I notice someone behind me. I turn and find Sophie desperately trying to catch up to me. “What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper yell.
“I just… I couldn’t…. I’m fucking scared, okay. You can’t leave me out there alone,” she demands.
“What, and you think being in here is better for you?” I ask with a groan.
“No, being with you is what’s best for me,” she says with that little tone in her voice that tells me this is a non-negotiation zone.
“Fine,” I grunt, “But you need to stay right behind me.”
She nods her head and practically glues herself to my back before twining her hand into the fabric of my shirt. It makes it harder to sneak into the house but at the same time, I can’t say that I’m not grateful she feels safer and honestly, at least this way I know she is alright.
We come past the kitchen where Sophie points towards the sink. I look over and notice a few dishes have been left unwashed which we simply never do. My eyebrows crease in confusion. What kind of weirdo breaks into a home and decides to cook up a fucking feast?
We continue into the house. The remotes for the tv are scattered across the lounge and the bathroom door is left wide open. Fuck. We’ve been gone for like a day and a half, we couldn’t possibly have inherited squatters already?
We hear a noise that sounds like someone moving around the house and Sophie’s hand instantly tightens in my shirt.
“Our bedroom,” I tell her.
She nods her head in agreement before we make our way down to our room. I gently push the door the rest of the way open and creep on in.
My eyes widen in shock as I take in the scene before me.
A very naked Crazy Stalker Jill lays dead centre of our rose petal covered bed, legs wide open with her hand rubbing furiously at her clit. WHAT THE FUCK?
Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees me before her. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you,” she purrs as her hand continues. “Why don’t you come and joi…”
Her words are cut off and her eyes narrow to angry slits the second she realises my wife is right behind me, poking her head around my side to take in the scene. “What the fuck is she doing here? Jill questions as her hand is removed from between her legs and she sits up.
At that, the real Sophie comes alive and I let her fly. She steps out from behind me and takes over the show. “What the fuck am I doing here?” she questions. “What about you, you crazy fucking stalker? I’m his wife, you know the woman who married this fucker,” she says, hooking her thumb in my direction. “Now, let me spell it out for you. HE’S NOT FUCKING INTERESTED and besides, from the pathetic display I just saw, you definitely don’t have what it takes to keep this machine satisfied. Now get your shit and get the fuck out of our house so I can start burning it down.”
“No,” I say intervening. Jill’s face lights up instantly with a smug impression which I cut down just as fast. “This shit has gone on long enough. Call the cops,” I tell Sophie. “I want this dealt with.”
“But…” Jill starts.
“No fucking buts,” I tell her as I grab what must be her clothes off the floor and throw them at her. “You and I are not a thing. Never have been and certainly never will be. You’re a crazy fucking bitch and you need to leave me alone, you hear me. This shit ends now.”
“You’re just saying that because she’s here,” Jill says as she gives Sophie a nasty look.
“No, I’m saying that because it’s fucking true. Now get your dirty ass dressed,” I say before taking Sophie’s hand and slamming the bedroom door behind us.
We sit on the lounge as we wait for the cops to show up which as they are all pretty big hockey fans, they are here in no time. I let them in and tell them where to find her. They bring her out in cuffs moments later and I notice her tear streaked face.
“I love you Tank,” she cries as the cop leads her out of the house.
“Ugh,” Sophie groans as she looks to me. “I know you’re happy to have me home and all but I’m not staying here tonight. This whole place needs to be disinfected, hell she might have even touched herself on this damn lounge,” she says before thinking better of it and getting to her feet.
“Yeah, good point,” I say as I pull out my phone and text Miller.
Tank – Dude, long fucking story but we’re staying at yours tonight.
Miller – No problem.
An officer comes and talks to us and I give him the rundown of just how long this has all been going on. Exactly what she does, how often and what is said. It’s then that Sophie pipes up and admits that Jill has been sending her messages for the past two years basically saying that she isn’t good enough and to back off her man which naturally, she responded to each and every message.
The cops leave with a promise to set up the papers for a restraining order and I tell them I’ll be down in the morning.
The second the door closes behind them, I look to Sophie.
“What?” she questions.
“How could you not tell me she’s been messaging you?”
“How could you bring me home and not remember stashing a naked woman in our bed?” she quips.
“Sophie,” I warn. “This is no time to make jokes.”
“Fine,” she groans. “I just didn’t want to worry you. It was the same shit as she sends you, no threats or anything, just empty messages saying she loves you and you should be together.”
I let out a sigh as I take the two steps to get to her. I put my hands on her hips and pull her into me. “And you didn’t think it was necessary to tell me?” I murmur as I press my lips to the soft skin of her neck.
“Not at all,” she replies as she readjusts herself so her lips are firmly against mine. I kiss her deeply as I lift her up off the floor. He legs wrap around my waist and I press her into the wall. She pulls her head back and gives me a cheeky grin. “What does this mean for naked cooking night?” she asks. “It better be fucking good after that.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I got you covered,” I promise her as I pull her shirt up over her head.
Her hand comes to the back of my neck and she pulls me in. “I love you so much,” she says as her eyes look deeply into mine.
My lips catch hers and I kiss her intently as we rid each other of the rest of our clothes. She moans against me before I pull back slightly. “You are my fucking world,” I tell her as I slip inside her and blow her mind.
Chapter 16
Sophie
An idea hits me as Tank and I go about the house throwing our shit into an overnight bag to spend the night at Miller and Dani’s place. He looks up at me with narrowed eyes as he grabs the high heels I just tossed in the bag. “What the fuck do you need these for?” he questions.
“None of your god damn business,” I grin as I carry on.
I grab the phone and tablet that still sits in the packaging on my bedside table and decide I should probably bring those along with me, you know, I might have a little downtime in my crazy plan.
As soon as the cleaners show up, I give the strict, specific instructions on what to do and what to burn before we make our way out of the house. “You sure they’ll do a good job?” I ask Tank as we get in his truck.
“Fucking better for what I’m paying them.”
I roll my eyes but it’s true. If you want the best, you got to pay for the best. But it will be worth it… hopefully.
We pull up at Dani and Miller’s place a minute later, after all, we basically live in the same street and we barge our way through the door to find them screwing on the
kitchen table.
Dani squeals as Miller grins, not bothering to cover himself up. I don’t want to but out of respect for Dani, I turn away. I mean, they are both fucking hot. Miller, Tank and I all have questionable pasts when it comes to what we were willing to do between the sheets and I must say, after a night of heavy drinking, the idea of the four of us has entertained my mind on a few occasions but since being married Tank is all ‘no other man or woman will ever see my wife in a sexual way’ and I have to say, Miller is that way too, though, Dani has always and will always be a one-man kind of girl. Though, she doesn’t know what she is missing.
I look up at Tank and from the look he is giving me in return, he knows exactly what I’ve just been thinking. He gives a slight shake of his head. “Not going to happen," he murmurs.
I shrug my shoulders and give him a grin. “At least they seem to be getting the hang of Naked Cooking Night.”
“Nah, they don’t quite do it like we do,” Tank says with a knowing grin.
“Very true,” I laugh.
“Ahhh… you guys mind?” Miller asks, drawing our attention back to the kitchen bench.
“Not at all,” Tank says, “Carry on.”
Dani squeals once again and attempts to cover up as best she can as she realises we’re happy to stay and watch. “Come on,” Miller groans. “Can I guy get a break around here?”
“Fine,” I grunt, “But if you’re going to make us wait at least make her scream,” I say as Tank grabs my hand and leads me down the hall to their spare bedroom.
Twenty minutes and proudly, a lot of screaming later, we get the all clear to exit the spare room.
As we walk down the hallway, I hear Mia stirring in her room. Without thinking about it, I walk on in and greet her with a big smile. The precious little girl beams up at me and I instantly scoop her into my arms. “Did you have a good sleep?” I ask the cuddly little gem in my arms.
She lets out a nice big fart and I take that as a yes. I take her over to her change table and get her a brand new nappy before coming out to the kitchen where I find Tank grabbing the spray and wipe, handing it to Miller and demanding he gives the kitchen bench a good clean if we're eating dinner here tonight.
A newly dressed Dani turns as she sees us joining them in the kitchen. A smile filled with relief comes over her face as she sees me happily with Mia. “Are you ok?” she questions. “Do you need me to take her?”
Tank looks on at her question but I ignore his curious gaze. “No,” I tell her with a smile. “I think I’m alright. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s definitely pulling at the heartstrings but I’m not turning into a sobbing mess on the floor.”
Dani comes over and wraps her arms around both me and Mia. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” she murmurs in my ear.
“I know,” I tell her. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a stranger. It’s just been hard, especially with Mia.”
“It’s ok, you don’t need to explain. You handled it as best you could.”
“Geez,” I scoff. “Lay it on thick. I didn’t handle it at all.”
“Well, no. You didn’t,” she agrees. “Now what do you guys want for dinner?”
“We’re not eating here,” I inform her.
“What?” Tank asks with a groan. “You don’t really feel like going out?”
I turn to Tank with a grin. “Let me clarify,” I say. “Dani and I are going out for dinner while you two stay home and look after Mia.”
“Oh really?” Dani says with excitement as Tank lets out another groan, clearly knowing where this is leading.
“Hell yeah,” I smile. “And then we’re getting shit faced and Tank is going to come pick us up at god knows what hour of the morning.”
“A girl’s night? Holy shit, you have no idea how desperate I am for one of our girl nights.”
“But…” Miller starts.
“No,” Dani says turning on him. “I need this and so does Sophie. Don’t ruin this for us.”
He holds both hands up in surrender. “I was just going to remind you to express first, I think we’re all out of breast milk.”
“Oh,” she says with an embarrassed smirk. “I can do that.”
“So, it’s settled then,” Tank says. “Miller and I will be Mia’s bitches for the night while you two go out and enjoy yourselves.”
I walk up into his arms and give him a big kiss. “And you’ll be happy to pick us up?”
“Yes,” he murmurs against my lips as he takes Mia out of my arms and holds her close to his chest. “One condition though,” he says.
“And what’s that?” I ask with suspicion as I pull back to look at him clearly.
“You need to set up your phone first. I don’t want you out there with no way to contact you.”
“Fine,” I groan. “I’ll set it up while Dani milks herself.”
I make myself comfortable on the lounge setting up my new phone as Dani sits on the opposite side with some weird as fuck contraption that she attaches to her boobs. I watch in a strange kind of fascination as the thing sucks her nipple in, drains her of milk and fills up a bottle connected at the bottom.
“Can you stop looking at me like that?” she asks.
“I can’t help it,” I tell her honestly. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or disgusted.”
She rolls her eyes and carries on with her task while I try my best to concentrate on mine.
Two hours later, we are dressed and ready for our night. My amazing husband reluctantly drops us off at a cocktail bar and we practically skip inside. We find ourselves a table and order the barman to keep the cocktails flowing.
Following dinner, we decide the cocktails just aren’t doing it anymore and we start hitting the hard stuff. The dance floor calls to us and I’m pretty damn sure we’re making a menace of ourselves but I just don’t care. I’m having the time of my life and to be honest, I really need this. Hell, after the shit I’ve been through, I freaking deserve it.
Dani starts huffing and puffing on the dance floor and demands we take a break from ass shaking. She loops her arm through mine and together we stumble across and take a seat at the bar. “Holy shit, this is such a great night,” she slurs as she slaps a hand down on the table to gain the bartenders attention. “Hey,” she yells over the sound of the bar. “Can we get some service down here?”
The bartender looks down the bar and gives Dani a quick nod followed up by a wink. “Shit, you see that?” she asks me. “I push a fucking watermelon out my vag and I can still reel them in. My husband is one hell of a lucky guy.”
“Amen to that, sister,” I laugh as the bartender comes down and pours us each a shot. We down them in seconds after clinking our tiny weeny little glasses together.
From there, our night quickly spirals out of control but I do my best to take as many selfies as possible so we can remember the fun we had for years to come.
After being told to get off the tables, Dani and I drag ourselves back to the bar for our eighth, ninth or tenth shot of the night. The room spins for both of us but as far as I know, we’re both going strong.
I laugh as Dani tries to take her seat between a bunch of guys and a group of skanky as fuck chicks but manages to slip straight off the side of the stool and falls to the ground. I wobble as I bend down to try and help the clutz to her feet but the laughter is taking over me too much that she has to manage by herself.
“Shit,” I say as the laughter finally settles down. “I’m pretty sure I just peed a little,” I tell her.
“Yeah, well, I’ve got a sore ass,” she giggles. “Even worse than the time I let Miller have it. That fucking hurt.”
“Dani,” I laugh, “Are you serious? You should have told me you were going to do that. I could have given you some pointers.”
“Well, I would have been fine if Miller didn’t have such a big pointer.”
I burst out laughing and am about to get started on my pointers when the conversation coming fro
m the skank-ass bitches behind me catches my attention.
“The Storm fucking suck. That new captain is going to destroy them. I’m making bets on the Wolfs,” the chick sitting behind me says.
“Oh, she didn’t,” I gasp as I look to Dani with wide eyes.
“What?” she questions.
I relay what was just said and a ferocious look comes over her face but I stop her next comment as the girls continue.
“I agree,” someone shouts. “It’s about time the dream team moved the fuck over.”
“Shit’s about to get real,” I warn Dani as I get from my seat and start taking out my hoop earrings. I shove them down my bra as Dani does exactly the same thing which honestly surprises me as if she hadn’t been drinking, she’s been trying to drag me away but here she is right by my side.
“Hey,” I shout getting in the girl's faces as Dani puts her hands on her hips besides me, trying to look intimidating. “What’s your problem with Tank and Miller?”
The girl who was sitting right beside me grins at my question, clearly thinking we are some dumb, obsessed fans. “They’re shit. They’re just a bunch of muscle the Storm hired to make them look good for the media. You’ll see, with Tank as captain, they’re as good as a sinking ship.”
“Excuse you,” Dani says, stepping forward. “Tank and Miller are the best on the team. They’re taking out the championship, just like they have for the past four years.”
“Geez, you sound pretty fucking desperate for them,” another girl grins.
“Don’t waste your time,” someone else says. “They’re both hitched to some whores. I saw them out and offered a threesome. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have them both fucking me.”
At that, Dani’s face goes bright red in anger but I beat her to the punch line as my fist comes hurtling back before flying through the air and knocking the bitch into the bar.
Her friends instantly jump in but I have a fuming Dani right beside me and we hold our own until we physically can’t any longer.
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