And her soon-to-be ex-husband.
The truth slammed on top of me, my adrenaline triggering me to jump into action. I could feel the sweat pooling at my temple as I walked out of the bathroom. Chugging down the already half-empty liquor bottle in my grasp.
“Dr. Troy,” a familiar voice called out.
I turned to find a young brunette striding toward me with lust in her eyes. Like she’d just landed a prize. And just like that, it was gone. I could breathe.
Was this what I needed to officially move on?
She laughed. “You don’t remember me, do you? Well, I guess that makes sense considering you’re usually looking at my pussy.”
Did I just hear her right, or was I completely hammered?
I was used to women coming on to me, but this one was brazen with her words and her actions. I didn’t look like your average OB-GYN. I was covered in tattoos, sleeves down each of my arms. As a kid, I used to love tattoos, and the second I turned eighteen, I spent it at a tattoo parlor, getting inked for the first time.
Kinley was by my side when I got our anniversary tatted on my chest in roman numerals. There were several tattoos on my body that symbolized my wife.
What the fuck do I do with them now?
The woman leaned in to me, throwing her arms around my neck. “You look so lonely all by yourself, Dr. Troy. But you’re in luck! I’m such great company.”
This was the first time in two decades that another woman was touching me so intimately, and all I could think about was Kinley.
Even in my drunken state, the woman throwing herself at me looked young.
“How old are you?”
“Old enough,” she baited, looking up at me through her long, dark lashes. “I could help you forget about your ex-wife.”
It didn’t surprise me she knew about our divorce—we were the talk of our small town.
I grabbed her arms from around my neck. “She’s still my wife.”
“My name’s—”
“I don’t care what your name is.”
She ignored my response, stating, “Let’s go back to my sorority house.”
“Fuck me,” I breathed out, but she misinterpreted my reply.
“I’d love to.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I need to go—”
“Yessss! Let’s dance!”
I blinked through my haze, and we were suddenly on the dance floor, her ass grinding on my dick while she backed me into a wall. Everyone’s faces were blending, and I could barely see a foot in front of me. Before I knew it, I was back in the bathroom, except this time I was standing in one of the stalls.
The sound of my zipper tore me out of whatever alcohol-infused blackout I was in. Looking down at the ground, I jerked back and zipped up my slacks.
“What the fuck?”
“What the fuck is right!” the woman seethed. “Why won’t you hook up with me? I’ve been trying all night, and all you keep doing is blowing me off! What’s the matter with you? Your cock wasn’t even hard when I was dancing on you!”
I didn’t have time for this bullshit, yearning for my wife. I left her there, on her knees, yelling obscenities, and tuned her out.
By the time I realized where I was, I was somewhat sober and walking into what used to be my house. Through my drunken state, I walked inside, and my feet moved on autopilot until I was opening the door to our bedroom, catching Kinley by surprise.
She gasped, spinning around to face me with her arms over her bare breasts. “Jesus, Christian! You just scared the shit out of me!”
For the first time in I didn’t know how long, I fucking smiled, gripping the door handle. Cocking my head to the side, I took in her gorgeous wet body from the shower. She looked better than I remembered.
And trust me, I fucked my fist to the sight of those tits so many goddamn times.
“Christian, what are you doing here?”
I nodded to her breasts. “I’ve seen them, baby. I’ve sucked on them, have come on them, and I’ve fucked them. You remember, don’t you? Because I have no problem reminding you again, sweetness.”
Her eyes widened, taking in my dominant stance. “You’re drunk.”
“And you’re fucking beautiful.”
She shook off my compliment. “Did you drive here?” Grabbing her silk robe off the bed, she threw it on, and I groaned, wanting to keep her naked and wet.
Kinley looked out at the driveway through the balcony slider I’d made love to her against time after time.
“Oh my God! You did drive here! What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t.”
She jumped when she realized I was standing behind her, and I turned her to face me.
Except, she swept my hands away. “I’m going to make you some coffee. I can’t believe you drove here like this. If you get pulled over, you could lose everything.”