Love You Anyways (2 page)

Chapter One

December Rain

There comes a time in life when things are just easier. You no longer
have to worry about retiring and having enough to still take care of your children financially if they need it. A time when the mortgage shows a big fat zero balance; a time when you no longer have to schedule vacation around school schedules and state testing. A time when you wake up in the morning and you look beside you and see the woman who has stuck by your side and know that there wasn’t a damn thing you’d do differently because by the grace of God she loved you and you loved her.

Then there are
times when you can no longer wake up every morning and run five miles without experiencing some sort of physical discomfort. When a sprain takes a little longer to heal or a strained back throws you off for a couple of weeks. A time when you look at a book, or the computer screen, and have to give your eyes a chance to adjust. And when you say ‘huh?’ You’re not just hoping they will say never mind, you really didn’t hear what they said.

Then
, there are times, like right now, when you can’t sleep and cringe at the body lying next to you because she’d been fucking another man for over four fucking years. It would be so easy to kick her ass out, tell her she was a fucking whore and never look at the face that caused you such anger and resentment.

I looked up at the television stand in the bedroom and saw the reason that Ash was still within five miles of me. Ava and Logan. My kids. I couldn’t hurt them. I couldn’t destroy the lives they had by going fucking crazy on the bitch
lying in my bed. She blamed me. She was convinced it was my fault and she would try to convince them too.

I never wanted them to look at me like I was the cause of anything that hurt them. They were the two people in my life that I wanted to be proud of me. I wanted them to not just think but to know
that their father would never walk away from them, even when they were parents themselves. I just wasn’t ready to chance it. 

~

My wife Ashley had said several times, in some heated arguments that the reason our family was falling apart was because I have always loved Tessa Ross. And that I never let her go. She blamed me for her infidelity. For her more than four year affair with a man who had worked as my father’s lawyer for nearly fifteen years. She had gone to seek comfort in him when I made one fucking comment in our more than twenty years of marriage. One comment that our daughter overheard me say to Tessa in anger, “You should’ve stayed with me.”

I truly thought when Ash and I had finally talked about it she understood it was out of anger. I was so distraught that my daughter was vacat
ioning with Tessa and her relatives, people I trusted, who had been splashed all over the news had shown up at her and Collin’s Cape home and she never felt it necessary to tell me they were there.

I never wanted my children in danger, or Tessa and hers. So there was truth in what my wife had said, I always have and always would love Tessa Ross–Abraham.
She was the reason my life had changed over twenty five years ago. She was the reason I finally became the man that Tessa and her family taught me I could be.

I was a good husband and a better father than I ever had. As I grew older I learned that my father’s father was an abusive womanizing man. Therefore my father too was a better father than he had. I suppose that’s what happens when we grow in knowledge and age. We realize that instead
of lugging around ‘
the sins of the father’,
so to speak, we decide to do better. Landon didn’t beat me or any of his wives so he also grew from his past’s pain, just like I had. What he did do, was cheat. Something I had done to Tessa--repeatedly.

I didn’t cheat on Ashley, I never would have. I took my vows seriously. I attended every function my children were involved in. I coached football and baseball. I was very present in our seemingly perfect life. Ash and I had a good relationship, our sex life was consistent, we took time to go on dates, even when the kids were little. I told her daily that I loved her, and it was true. I told her she was beautiful and constantly told her how much I loved parts of her she took far too long looking at in the mirror that she apparently didn’t like about herself.

Her ass and tits were the parts she fixated on. I loved her ass, I told her that every time I was in it. Her tits were a perfect handful and even with age I showed them appreciation, with my hands, mouth, and words. When she started finding gray hairs at thirty five I pretended not to notice, sparing her feelings. To me she was the woman I would share my life with. I had vowed to do so. And she was the woman who gave me children.

In the past I had lost three. One at seventeen with my then girlfriend Sadi, who had an abortion and another with her when she miscarried a child she had conceived purposely to trap me and tear me away from a girl who I knew I loved from the moment I saw her. The third child I lost was with Tessa. A miscarriage again. It crushed her, and me. I built walls, I was sure that God was punishing me for all my sins. I believed Ashl
ey and I were meant to be when she gave me her heart knowing I was still healing from the self-imposed devastation caused by Tessa finally walking away from me. That belief was further strengthened when she and her new friend Tessa Ross-Abraham found out together that they were both pregnant. The day she gave birth to Ava was truly the happiest day in my life. No other day compared. When I held my daughter in my arms, kissed her and the woman who gave me a child, I vowed to God I would never hurt them like I had hurt the many other women in my past. I was true to my word.

~

I force myself to don a normal holiday smile and fill the house with Christmas cheer when Ava and Logan walk down the stairs at around ten in the morning. Ashley is still asleep and I decide to steal this moment with the two people in the world that I love the most.

“Merry Christmas kids.” I gree
t them each with a hug and kiss.

Logan grumble
d, “Merry Christmas.”

Ava smiles as she looks at the tree and all of the presents.
“Santa came Loggie!”

“Nice Ava, I’m not ten anymore.” He rolls his eyes.

“Well then who could have brought all of these gifts?” I decide to play along with Ava’s loving teasing directed at my boy.

“Dad,” Logan yawned.

“And Santa,” I laughed.

“And Mom.” Ava looked around, “Where is she?”

“Probably fucking sleeping…”

“Logan, your language,” I warn. “I’ll go see if
she’s up yet. Don’t even look in your stockings until I get back.”

I gave them a big smile as I turned away. Bitch! Could she not participate?
It’s our sons last Christmas in high school and she plays sleeping fucking beauty while I stick up for her! I look at the stairs and feel like I am walking away from the sun, which is my children, to the bowels of hell to awake the she-demon.

As I push the do
or to our room open, I see her sitting on the bed. Her back is to me. I see her shoulders slouched down. I see her body shake a bit and I am sure she is crying, again.

For a moment I am feeling guilty about the anger that is now simmering. This has to hurt her as much as it does me. How could anyone want their children to face the slaughter of their family unit?

I knew the darkness I crawled into when I was a cheater. The self-loathing that I numbed with booze, pot, and pussy. I had no one but a girl whose heart I broke to feel horrible about. She was breaking three hearts. Two of them were grown from her body.

Then she giggled, the bitch giggled and whispered
, “I have to go. Its Christmas…I know someday, maybe...I love you too. I’ll see you in three weeks…Yes the entire weekend…”

I knocked on the door and she jumped. She dropped her phone and spun around, “Lucas?”

I smiled and acted as if I hadn’t heard anything. “Merry Christmas Ash.”

I walked over to the bed and leaned down and kissed her.

“Lucas, the phone.”

I reached down and saw it was still a live call.

“Dad and Audrey?”

She nodded.
Fucking Liar
.

“We have two little angels down there waiting to open gifts.” She tried to stand and I put my hands on the bed keeping her in place. “Ash I have a special present for you first.” I kissed the cheek of Empusa and she pulled back.

“Lucas they’re waiting.”

“I know. Let them, give me five minutes.” I grabbed a tit and she closed her eyes. “Your little tits Ash.” I rubbed my thumb across Hantu Kopek’s nipple, “They fed our children and me.”

“Lucas,” she moaned.

“I also miss that round ass Ash.” I pushed her back and rolled her over.

I reached under her panties and pushed a finger in her cunt and she moaned so I shoved another in her.

“Your pussy is so wet.” She pushed against it. “That’s it, ride it Ashley Links. Tell me what you want?” I asked as I finger banged her into oblivion.

“Your cock.”

“Where Ash
? Where do you want it?”

“My pussy.”

“You can do better than that, it’s Christmas.”

“Fuck my ass Lucas.”

I reached over the side of the bed and opened the nightstand and pulled out the KY and a condom. No fucking way was I riding Lilith without protection.

I smiled when I saw the phone call was still active. I grabbed it and pushed speaker and set it on the night stand.
Fuck you Senator!

“Gotta make this fast. Kids are waiting.”

It was wrong on so many levels but I didn’t give a fuck. I was hard and in some perverse way was harder than ever before because I was gonna get off fucking my wife while her lover listened. No one ever said I was perfect, not even me. But that fucker would hear what only I could do with Miss Priss. Fuck her hard and nasty.

I ripped open the condom and squirted lube on her plump ass.

“I’m going all in Ash, hard and fast.” I said as I wrapped my dick in latex. Yeah I was about to bang my wife and had to use condoms because she was a cheating ho.

“You can’t
! You’re too big Lucas.”

I had to bit
e my cheeks so that I wouldn’t laugh.
Yeah take that Senator, I have a big dick.

“We
’ll do what we can. You want this don’t you Ash? You want my big cock in your ass right?”

“Yes Lucas, I love your cock.”

“Up on all fours. I’m gonna fuck you from the back. Then when I’m done you’re gonna swallow my cum.” I rammed half way in her and she yelled out. “That’s it Ash, half way there. Now for the good part.”

I was gentle now. I wanted our audience to hear his lover cum on another man’s dick. Her husband’s dick. “Good Ash?”

“God yes. You fuck my ass so good.”

That’s it
Ash keep talking.
Bitch
.

I moved in and out with ease. Her ass was well trained and used before I found out she was a cheater.

She moaned and whimpered and came. Yeah she was a bit loud.

“Okay my turn. Turn around and suck my cock dry Mrs. Links.”

I pulled out and she turned as I removed the condom.

I hid it behind me. And then shoved my dick in the mouth of Lilim and filled it till it was dripping down her chin.

“Thanks for that Ash.”

I stood up and turned
, grabbed the phone, still a live call, and pushed end.

I reached down and grabbed my pajama pants and discreetly put the phone back where it had fallen when I busted my cheating bitch of a wife talking to her lover, on Christmas.

~

When the kids went to bed so did I. I didn’t wanna even look at the bitch I had been smiling at all day. It was only ten o’clock so I knew I would be up at three in the damn morning
, but that was cool.

I woke to Succubus sucking me off
about an hour after I had fallen asleep. The first time in years she had done that. She looked up at me with a mouth full of cock and there was something different in her eyes.

I fucked her mouth much gentler than I had earlier. The attention she was paying to every part of my dick was more than ever before.

I smiled at her and then I felt the tell-tale sign of all the blood rushing down to my cock. “Ash I’m gonna...”

She stopped and sat up. The look in her eyes I had mistaken for a possible spark of hope was really Yuki-
Onna, the she-devil denying me of a release.

“You can finish it up yourself.”

“Really?” I laughed.

“I don’t appreciate you toying with me Lucas.”

“I don’t appreciate you lying to me
Wife
.”

“I won’t live like this.”

“You walk when he has five months left of his senior year and I will not have one ounce of respect for you.”

“Who says I’m walking? I will be still living right here.”