All our lives

Chapter 20

He was still confused by that unexpected change of heart when they reached the hotel. Angela rushed to take a shower as soon as they hit their room and he poured himself a glass of whiskey, mostly inhaling its aroma rather than drinking the liquid, before he collapsed on the bed. No matter the circle, three hours of singing and jumping around on a stage were exhausting and, now that the adrenaline was gone, he started to feel the fatigue taking over him. He closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't know what to do, what to think, or what to feel anymore. He simply didn't.

"You sleeping?" an amused question and a hot breath tickled his right ear, ripping him out of a sleep he didn't know when he had slipped into. He opened his eyes, and in the semi darkness of the room, he saw Angela above him, her dark hair now caught in a messy bun and her green eyes sparkling with a hint of naughtiness.

Before he could completely withdraw his mind from the far places of that dreamless and sudden sleep, her lips lightly brushed his in a soft kiss, so different from their first one. The first one he could remember. Her body pressed against his as she deepened the kiss, her tongue gently but surely claiming his mouth. Her fresh scent invaded his nostrils and this time he did more than let her have his way with him. This time he kissed her back.

It was wrong. It had to be wrong. Did that count as cheating? She was his wife after all. It wasn't right either. If she had been a total stranger he wouldn't have had qualms of conscience stinging him. Just a nameless woman in a nameless place. She would not be the first and probably not the last. The problem was she was not nameless. She was not a stranger. He didn't know her, but she wasn't a stranger. The same could not be said for her. She thought she knew him whilst, from the two of them, he was indeed the foreign one. She didn't want to kiss him, she wanted to kiss her husband. This Jon. In this fucked up trio he was the impostor. It was wrong. It felt wrong.

Angela moaned into the kiss, pressing even harder against his body and his hands started roaming her back, lower and lower until they reached her ass. They didn't care about right or wrong. They only cared that underneath their fingertips there was a willing hot naked body.

"Missed me?", she teased him when she finally broke the kiss.

Instead of a response, he pulled her closer for another one. He couldn't explain his sudden interest in her. Maybe it was just because he had woken up with all his male sexual instincts being assaulted. It could be an explanation. She smiled against his lips and moved a bit, enough to allow a hand to slip between them. His cock didn't care either about existential dilemmas as it greedily twitched under her touch even through his jeans.

"I know we have all weekend...", she velvety murmured and started planting light kisses along his cheekbone, "and we are both tired now...", she moved to his neck as her hand was fumbling with the fastenings of his jeans, "but what do you say...", she kissed a spot behind his ear that sent a shiver through his body before she put her lips against his ear, "if we start making this baby now?" As the last words were being said, she playfully bit his earlobe and her hand finally reached his aching dick, the simultaneous sensations drawing a hiss out of his mouth.

Just when he uninhibitedly pushed into her touch, her words reached his brain, gaining a meaning and his eyes flew open. " A baby?! " Is that what that weekend escapade was for? 'Yeah, like you gonna see anything else except for the ceiling for two days', Dave's remark came into his mind perfectly describing his current situation. " A baby?! " Were they crazy? What baby?!

He put a hand on her wrist warding her arm off him and rolled her over from a brusque move. He jumped out of the bed and for a second Angela looked confusedly at him before her frowned eyebrows melted into an amused expression.