City of the Zodiacs MxM (Staten Krown)

5

"Would you like some coffee?" I ask Ryder.

Ryder has gotten dressed for his construction job. He's eating some sort of protein bar or something like that. The awkwardness in our kitchen is beyond anything that I could imagine. We don't have a robot any longer to do things so I've been doing everything around the house including making coffee. He stares at the coffee. I've come out in the main room with nothing on but some tight briefs and a robe. I can tell that he is uncomfortable when he sees me. Truth is I know the sex was good even though I don't remember it. I feel weak in my knees and sore all over. I don't know what went down last night but a part of me wants to replay the entire scene.

Maybe that's why I'm trying to seduce him this morning. I watch him swallow his protein bar whole. He looks sexy in his construction uniform. His hard hat and ripped jeans make him look like the manly Aries he is.

Still there is a vulnerability to him. He gazes at me and nods.

"Yeah...sure..."
I pour him some coffee. It's so awkward and I'm so nervous that I spill it.

"Fuck."

We bend down to wipe up the coffee at the same time. Our heads smash into each other. We stare at each other for a minute and each struggle to get rid of this awkwardness. The awkwardness is beyond anything that either of us imagined.

"I'll clean it up," he offers.

I watch as Ryder cleans up my mess for me. When he's done he pours his own coffee and just stands there. I can tell he doesn't know how to deal with this.

I have to say something first.

"So about last night," I state.

"Yeah. About last night."

"Do you remember anything?" I ask him.

He sighs, "I remember doing some...wild things. I thought it was all a dream though. Um. This morning I found a whole bottle of empty lube on the balcony. Um. I don't remember buying lube. I guess we must have stopped somewhere or...I don't get how we used the whole bottle. Could you imagine?"
I was in pain. I could barely sit. It's the reason I'm perching on a stool right now.

"Yeah. I kind of can imagine."

"What was that about?" he asked.

"You drugged me," I state.

"C'mon you agreed to take the Roar yourself," he tells me, "Don't phrase it like that. Don't phrase it like I'm some sort of fucking predator."

"I'm just saying what happened."

I don't know if I feel violated. I just imagined the first time I had sex with my husband it would be of my right mind. I know I'm sounding defensive but it's all coming out wrong for whatever reason. I think about pulling it back but he's already offended. I blame it on myself. I can't believe I took that drug. I can't believe we both had such bad effects from it that we couldn't even remember using up a whole bottle of lube the night before.

My only regret is not remembering what happened last night. Why can't I just tell him that?

It's too late though. He's already pissed.

"Not my fault. Listen. Get over yourself. I'm not a predator. We got a little fucked up and things happened that we both clearly regret. What? Do you think I tried to fucking rape you? I don't want you. I said it a million times. You're the one who is forcing me to stay in this fucking marriage."

I'm shocked that he would go there. It wasn't like I was putting a gun to his head. I don't know what pushes me over the edge at that moment. Maybe it was his comment. Maybe it was the fact that we had sex under the influence the night before. Maybe it was the fucking pain in my asshole that was putting me in a bad mood. I just was pissed beyond comparison at that point.