Life After Marriage Book 3

House Guest Part 1

Bobby Ray in the m/m

AUGUST P.O.V. –

“Hey babe.” Amb pecked my lips as she turned off the pot.

I took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt.

“What you got to go with the crab legs?” I was referring to what was boiling in the pot.

“Some Linguine. And I picked up your favorite wine.” She smiled at me and did a little dance.

I smiled back but it quickly faded when I looked at the table and noticed there was a place setting for three people.

“I thought the kids were over Cha’s house?” I looked at her confused.

“They are.”

“So why you got three plate settings?”

I took off my shirt, revealing my white undershirt underneath.  

“My cousin.”

“Your cousin?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Yeah.” She finished stirring the pasta.

“Babe it was supposed to me and you tonight?” I grabbed her by her waist and sucked on her neck.

“I know and I’m sorry baby. But he just moved here from Memphis and he’s had a really tough time.”

“Amb I thought we just talked about this shit babe?”

“We did honey. And I’m so, so, so sorry.” She turned to me and repeatedly pecked my lips.

I rolled my eyes. See. This is what I’m talking about. It’s always something or somebody else. Can I have my wife to myself without her trying to save the fucking world?

“Amb I been at work all day. I just want to come home and chill. Not be bothered with nobody else. Besides, I bought condoms babe.” I took the pack out my wallet to show her.

“They ultra-sensitive too. You know these the best kind when you do that shit with your mouth.” I softly bit her ear.

She softly grabbed my ears and brought my head closer to hers. “And we’re going to use them…kiss…all…kiss… night…kiss… long. I promise.” She pecked my lips one last time.

“Go get changed, he should be here soon.” She patted my chest, then went back to getting everything together.

I went upstairs and changed into some sweats and t-shirt. I wasn’t a fan of her inviting her cousin, but it was just dinner so I guess it was okay. I would have her to myself after he left.

I heard the doorbell ring and I heard a loud male voice downstairs. I came down the stairs to introduce myself when I saw he had five fucking pieces of luggage. I looked at Amb.

“Babe this is my cousin Bobby Ray. Bobby Ray this is my husband August.”

Bobby Ray held out his hand for me to shake it. I reluctantly took it and he pulled me into a deep bear hug.

“Thank you for letting me stay here man.” He patted my back real hard, starting to cry. “Life been rough to me, but I appreciate this.” He patted me on my back hard again, jerking my head forward with each slap.

My eyes lit like fire through Amb, who looked down to avoid my eye contact.

He let me go.

“So where’s my room?” He looked at me and Amb.