Deflected

I jump in the shower to wash off the smell of sex, even though I love his scent on me. But Quincy probably won't appreciate getting up close and personal with it, so his body wash will just have to suffice today.Forty-five minutes later, I've kissed my husband goodbye, driven to the salon, and am still barely coherent while being manhandled by Quincy."Ohmygod, I'm so happy to see you! Congratulations!" She releases me from the world's tightest hug and grabs my hand. "Oh wow! Look at that rock! He did so good! It's beautiful!" Grabbing my hand, Quincy drags me to her station. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd be prepared before I got there. All her supplies are sitting out on a tray, waiting for her to mix and apply. "How was the trip? Was it amazing?" She shakes out the cape and wraps it around my neck."It was beautiful," I say with a smile. "It would've been better if I wasn't woken up first thing this morning to frantic texts."She looks sheepish. "Sorry about that. I have to

I glance over at my wife as we drive down the highway to Daniel's apartment. A glow passes over her face every time a street light goes by and I catch glimpses of her lips. Those lips were wrapped around my cock a couple hours ago. The thought of her on her knees, the round of her naked ass visible every time I looked down, while she gave me head makes me shift in my seat to relieve the pressure off my dick."Eyes on the road, Rookie," she says without looking up from her phone.I chuckle. "Sorry." She tosses her cell on the floor when she's done, and I grab her hand, entwining our fingers and laying them on her thigh. My thumb makes lazy circles on the soft skin of her leg. When she shivers, I have to shift again."You're making it really hard for me to enjoy tonight when you touch me like that.""Who's trying to be happy? I'm still pissed I got suckered into going.""Oh, come on," she says with a grin as I turn into the parking lot of Daniel's complex. "It'll be fun to get together w

The door clicks when it closes behind me as I walk into the newsroom. I'm immediately greeted by the sounds of the police scanners at the assignments desk, quietly squawking with whatever chatter emergency crews are talking about today.Rowen and I took a few extra days off work when we got back from Fiji so we could settle into our new routine as husband and wife. And settle we did. After a lot of consideration, Rowen ended up moving into my apartment with me. Although we liked the idea of living in the more secluded area of Rowen's garage apartment, moving to mine won out. Not because it's bigger and newer, but because it's closer to my job, which means it's less of a drive when I get off work in the middle of the night. Rowen also likes that since it's a big complex, there are more people around at all hours. He said he'll feel more comfortable about leaving me at home when he goes on the road.Not that I haven't lived on my own for years, but he was raised to be chivalrous and pro

Pepto. Soup. Crackers. Sprite. Deodorant.... What else?I can't remember. Tiffany told me to make list this morning when I told her I was going to the store after practice. Did I listen? No. So now I'm wandering around Walmart, which I already hate, trying to remember what she told me to get.I look in my cart and run down my mental list again.Pepto. Soup. Crackers. Sprite.... Got all that. Turning down the aisle, I dodge a child who runs in front of my cart. That right there is why I'm okay with not having any kids right now, despite the inevitable questions from everyone asking why Tiffany and I eloped. I can't remember everything on my shopping list. How would I be able to keep up with a kid? I love Tiffany, and when the time is right, it'll happen. But I'm good with waiting for a while.Pepto. Soup. Crackers. Sprite… ooh! A three pack of my favorite deodorant is on sale! I snag that sucker and toss it in the cart. Athletes go through a shit ton of hygiene products. We have to unl

The pop of a comb on my head jars me awake."Ow!" I cry. "What'd you do that for?""You keep falling asleep in my chair," Quincy quips. "Makes it impossible to get this color done right if your head keeps bobbing.""Sorry. I don't know what my problem is," I admit. "I can't seem to get enough sleep lately.""It's all those late-night romps with your lover," Geni sing-songs."Geni! You have a client!" Quincy admonishes."So?" She holds up her first finger for us to give her a minute. "John," she says to the client sitting in her chair. "Are you even listening to what I say?""Nope." He doesn't look up from his phone. "I've got three daughters and a wife. I know how to tune you guys out."Geni makes an "I told you so" gesture. "Anyway, like I was saying. You'll probably feel better once you get out of this newlywed phase.""Please," I argue. "I've been so sick lately, there has been no newlywed phase.""You're gonna try to convince me you aren't having sex at least once every night."I p