Twisted Reality (Blind Reality 2)

Bronx smirks and I imagine it’s what I do as well when I hear Joey say the same thing. Knowing your spouse is going to bed with you every night is definitely a perk of being married. That and I get to wake-up every morning with her in my arms.

“Are you going to say hi to Tony and Erin?” Ava asks Joey, who shakes her head. I don’t want Joey to feel uncomfortable at our party, but I also don’t want these bastards to know they got the best of her.

Or maybe she’s not over him?

Nah, I don’t believe that for a second. She’s made it very clear how she feels about cheaters, and I know she worries about that when it comes to Jules. I wish I knew what I could do to make her understand that she owns me heart and soul and I’m not interested in Jules, even with the baby. Jules isn’t who I want to be with—Joey is.

Taking her hand in mine, I walk us over to the people who shattered my wife’s world. The woman’s face lights up as if this is her dream come true. Too bad I’m going to be a fucking dick.

“Josh, what are you doing?”

Her hand goes rigid in mine so I tighten my grip. Joey has to know I’m not going to do anything to hurt her. Embarrass her, maybe, but it’ll be worth it.

“You must be Tony,” I say, standing in front of him.

He smiles. It’s cocky and pisses me off. “I am.”

“Right. Thanks for screwing her best friend so I could have her. Best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I don’t bother introducing myself. Everyone knows who I am and if he doesn’t then he’s been living under a rock. Joey’s and my love affair played out on national television and I honestly think that is the only reason they showed up here. They don’t care about her happiness, just that she’s married to me.

Joey doesn’t have a chance to respond and neither do Tony and the former bestie. I take her away, back to where we were sitting, only to have my steps falter when I see Bronx and Rebekah sitting near our chairs.

“I love you, Josh.”

Stopping midway, I pull her into my arms and subsequently my lips. Our family around us hoots and holler, making me smile against her lips. “I meant what I said. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

As soon as we reach Bronx, he’s giving me a high five. “I never liked that douche in college.”

That makes two of us.

“You guys are so cute,” Rebekah says, making us all laugh.

I figure that maybe hanging with Bronx and Rebekah won’t be so bad.

When Rebekah suggests we play Corn Hole, all I can remember is the day we sumo wrestled and she did some flying kick at my Joey. I think she scared the whole house with that ninja shit. But Joey wants to play, so we do. Others join in and before we know it we have a massive game going on. The best part, Joey isn’t watching for her ex and when they leave, no one cares to notice.

“Time to cut the cake,” Ava announces, much to the delight of the little kids that are here. I feel their pain; I’ve been waiting for hours while it’s mocked me with thoughts of spreading the frosting all over Joey’s body and licking it off.

Someone yells out speech and I look around, wondering who would even begin to say something about us. I could, but I’m a sappy bastard when it comes to Joey and I don’t want my words to end up on TMZ by the end of the night.

“I’ll say something.” Bronx steps up to the table, standing in front of us and holding a glass of champagne high in the air. “I think I’m the only one here who knows both Josh and Joey. It’s easy for me to say that they look happy, and it is because I’ve seen them both when they’ve been down. It’s clear to see that they make each other very happy, and while it may be a little sickening to see them giddy and in love, I wish both my friends a very happily ever after and want them both to know that whatever lies in their path, their love for each other will prevail. Here’s to Josh and Joey Wilson.”

Everyone says, “Hear, hear,” and starts chanting kiss so I do and kiss Joey as tenderly as possible. I can’t imagine a day when I don’t want to kiss her and hope that I never experience it. I have to admit that his speech was very nice when he could’ve slayed me. Maybe I’m not giving him enough credit and I can hopefully put my feelings aside for the friendship that he and Joey share.

“Stop that and cut the cake,” her mom chastises us. I pull away, but keep my hand on her neck with my thumb stroking her cheek softly. “I swear you two never stop touching each other.”

Her mother has no idea how bad I’m craving to be pressed against her body, to have my wife writhing in ecstasy underneath me, to have her ride me so I can see firsthand the pleasure she’s experiencing. As much as I love being here, a hotel would’ve been better for us. Or a tent, camper, anything where a bit of privacy is afforded so I can hear Joey scream out my name as she comes.

The knife is handed to the both of us and as we grip the handle we move slowly toward the cake. This is a symbolic moment in our marriage—who cares if it’s coming months after we tied the knot. One of the caterers appears behind us after we make the cut and gives us each a half of the piece of white cake.

Joey and I inch closer together, and a smile spreads across my face as we reach each other’s mouth with our slivers of cake. As soon as I feel the moist cake with buttery frosting hit my tongue, I know she’s not going to smash it into my face. I take it all, making sure to suck her fingers into my mouth, and when she does the same to me, my cock jumps to attention. Joey’s in my arms with her mouth pressed to mine. I clamp my mouth shut, fearful that she’s trying to steal my cake.

Everyone around us starts to clap and I can’t help but smile against her lips. “Are you happy, Mrs. Wilson?”

“Immensely.”

“Me too.”