everything that happened, without leaving out one single gory detail. And all so she can kiss your boo boo and make it all better.”
Eric squinted, taking a look at the women who were eyeballing them, the ones Mike was trying to coax him into leaving the club with. He took in several breaths, exhaled noisily and took a drink. “You think that will make it better?”
“It does make it better. One night of holding a woman in your arms, a woman who doesn’t give a damn about you, doesn’t want to fix things for you? Hell yes, I’d say it makes it better. All you have to do is get your rocks off. You don’t have to worry about cuddling with her, you don’t have to worry about soiling her with the things we were ordered to do.”
“How did you…”
“How did I know?” Mike shrugged his shoulder. “Hell, Eric, you shouldn’t have gone an entire year without. If you had eased your ache while you were there it wouldn’t be half as hard on you now.”
“I suppose you did.” Eric worried his top lip with his tongue. He glared at Mike as he remembered the stories of the rapes, the tortures.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Mike snapped back. “I had a willing partner.”
“Look, I went to fight a war, not to screw around on my wife. No, thank you. You think I feel dirty now, what the hell you think I’m going to feel like if I cheat on her?”
“A hell of a lot better than you do now. Do what you need to do, take the edge off, then maybe when you go home you can handle it, mellow out.” Mike smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and sauntered off, motioning for the woman in the tight gray dress to come with him.
Eric watched him walk away with his arms around the woman. He watched until they were out the door and still he could not turn around.
For a moment he wondered if it would help. He had a boner the size of Texas and it hurt like hell. Mike was right about one thing, Eric was having a hard time connecting with his wife. He shook his head. Gabi would kick his behind if he screwed around on her.
Picking up his drink, he sipped and turned to look at the other side of the bar. He jerked back as a full pouty mouth pressed against his. What the hell ?
“If you’re lonely we could help each other out, no strings attached.” The woman looked down, saw the ring on his finger and continued. “Your wife need never know.”
She pressed her body against his. Eric didn’t move. He felt frozen in time. The woman rubbed against him, running her finger down the front of his pants, finding the zipper and slipping her hand inside. Damn, it felt good.
Then she leaned into him and he took a whiff. She smelled like stale cigarettes and booze mixed with sweat and cheap perfume. She didn’t smell like sugar cookies. A chill traveled over him, bringing him back to reality. He pulled the woman’s hand from his pants. His penis jerked at the loss of the warmth.
“I’m not that lonely,” he said softly.
“Don’t you want to?”
“Yeah, I want to.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because I have a wife I love and if I want to keep her I can’t diddle around with you.”
“She’d never know.”
“She’d know because I’d tell her.” Eric smiled. “Thanks just the same, and hey, you were good for my ego. I needed what you offered, even if I can’t accept.” He plunked down several bills on the bar and beckoned for the bartender.
“Have a good time,” he told the woman. “Your next few drinks are paid for.”
With that, Eric walked out of the club, wanting to go back and take the woman to a cheap hotel someplace and drive hard into her body. But that wouldn’t erase his pain and would only create more problems.
***
“Where you been?”
“I needed some time alone to just think about things so I went to a club with Mike.”
“You mean you needed time away from me?”
“I guess I did.”
“Tell me why.”
“There isn’t always an answer for
Eric squinted, taking a look at the women who were eyeballing them, the ones Mike was trying to coax him into leaving the club with. He took in several breaths, exhaled noisily and took a drink. “You think that will make it better?”
“It does make it better. One night of holding a woman in your arms, a woman who doesn’t give a damn about you, doesn’t want to fix things for you? Hell yes, I’d say it makes it better. All you have to do is get your rocks off. You don’t have to worry about cuddling with her, you don’t have to worry about soiling her with the things we were ordered to do.”
“How did you…”
“How did I know?” Mike shrugged his shoulder. “Hell, Eric, you shouldn’t have gone an entire year without. If you had eased your ache while you were there it wouldn’t be half as hard on you now.”
“I suppose you did.” Eric worried his top lip with his tongue. He glared at Mike as he remembered the stories of the rapes, the tortures.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Mike snapped back. “I had a willing partner.”
“Look, I went to fight a war, not to screw around on my wife. No, thank you. You think I feel dirty now, what the hell you think I’m going to feel like if I cheat on her?”
“A hell of a lot better than you do now. Do what you need to do, take the edge off, then maybe when you go home you can handle it, mellow out.” Mike smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and sauntered off, motioning for the woman in the tight gray dress to come with him.
Eric watched him walk away with his arms around the woman. He watched until they were out the door and still he could not turn around.
For a moment he wondered if it would help. He had a boner the size of Texas and it hurt like hell. Mike was right about one thing, Eric was having a hard time connecting with his wife. He shook his head. Gabi would kick his behind if he screwed around on her.
Picking up his drink, he sipped and turned to look at the other side of the bar. He jerked back as a full pouty mouth pressed against his. What the hell ?
“If you’re lonely we could help each other out, no strings attached.” The woman looked down, saw the ring on his finger and continued. “Your wife need never know.”
She pressed her body against his. Eric didn’t move. He felt frozen in time. The woman rubbed against him, running her finger down the front of his pants, finding the zipper and slipping her hand inside. Damn, it felt good.
Then she leaned into him and he took a whiff. She smelled like stale cigarettes and booze mixed with sweat and cheap perfume. She didn’t smell like sugar cookies. A chill traveled over him, bringing him back to reality. He pulled the woman’s hand from his pants. His penis jerked at the loss of the warmth.
“I’m not that lonely,” he said softly.
“Don’t you want to?”
“Yeah, I want to.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because I have a wife I love and if I want to keep her I can’t diddle around with you.”
“She’d never know.”
“She’d know because I’d tell her.” Eric smiled. “Thanks just the same, and hey, you were good for my ego. I needed what you offered, even if I can’t accept.” He plunked down several bills on the bar and beckoned for the bartender.
“Have a good time,” he told the woman. “Your next few drinks are paid for.”
With that, Eric walked out of the club, wanting to go back and take the woman to a cheap hotel someplace and drive hard into her body. But that wouldn’t erase his pain and would only create more problems.
***
“Where you been?”
“I needed some time alone to just think about things so I went to a club with Mike.”
“You mean you needed time away from me?”
“I guess I did.”
“Tell me why.”
“There isn’t always an answer for
Similar Books
