Badd Motherf*cker(31)

“Apparently,” I agreed. “Think that was a one-and-done sort of thing? Like, he cheated on you just the once?”

“That’s what I can’t figure out. I can’t come up with any warning signs I missed along the way. So, from that aspect I want to say, yes, it was the one time. But then that doesn’t make any sense, does it? Why on our wedding day? It makes literally zero sense. On our wedding day, in his dressing room, in the same building as me. I was literally around the corner and down the hall, getting myself ready.” She sniffed. “I was…I was having jitters, you know? Like, am I doing the right thing? So I put on my dad’s coat over my dress so Michael wouldn’t see me in my dress before the wedding, and went to see Michael. I thought he would calm me down, remind me why we were getting married.”

“And you walked in on him fuckin’ a bridesmaid.”

“Not quite. I didn’t actually go in.” She took a drink, swirled the dregs. “His friends, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids, they were all sitting outside his dressing room watching something on one of their phones, laughing like crazy. I was like ‘hey, what’s so funny?’ and they went quiet, like oh it’s nothing. Just a stupid video going around. Then I heard him. I know the sounds he makes when he’s fucking, and that’s what I heard, which made me wonder why they were all so weird about that video. So I made them show me. And it was him, in that dressing room, fucking Tawny.”

“They recorded it?” I asked, incredulous.

Who the hell would do that?

She nodded. “Through the cracked-open door. The funny part was that he had his tux pants around his ankles, right? And he was going at her like crazy, got a little too into it and tripped over his pants and fell backward onto his ass. His dick went flopping all over the place and Tawny was left wiggling her stupid little hips like he was still fucking her, but he was on the floor with his dick out and his pants around his ankles.

“They were watching this over and over again, cackling, while he was still going at it inside the room, fucking Tawny on our wedding day.” She heaved a sigh. “I just don’t get it. He couldn’t wait till, like, after our honeymoon to cheat on me? He couldn’t even make it through the actual wedding day? Like what the fuck? And me, like…what the hell is wrong with me that he’d claim to love me, that he’d propose to me, plan a wedding with me, and then cheat on me? And that I had no idea? What have I been missing?”

“He’s an idiot,” I said.

“Yeah. That’s a given.” She shook her head in disbelief. “But it calls so much into question. About me. Like…why am I not good enough? Why was I not enough for him? It’s not like we never had sex, you know? We did. Pretty frequently. Not every day, but a lot. And I—I always thought it was pretty good between us. But I guess it wasn’t. If he had to go to someone else, on our fucking wedding day, then obviously I’m missing something. There’s something I didn’t give him that he needed.”

“Now that’s bullshit,” I said. I grabbed her knees and spun her to face me. “This ain’t on you. He’s the cheating bastard. One hundred percent of the blame falls on him. Even if you guys had been having trouble, like things weren’t great and the sex wasn’t on point all the time or whatever so he wasn’t getting it from you—that doesn’t give him reason to go fuckin’ around with other girls.”

“But that’s my point. Sex was good. We both got off, or at least he did every time. I didn’t always, but he did. He got it from me, and he still cheated on me, and god knows who else while we were together. I mean, there had to have been others in the four years we were together.”

I felt a little unhinged, thinking about some other asshole with his ungrateful hands on this goddess. He’d had her sweet, sexy body all to himself whenever he wanted it…I couldn’t imagine not making sure she went to bed so glutted on orgasms she couldn’t stay awake any longer, so thoroughly fucked she couldn’t walk the next day. I couldn’t imagine not doing anything and everything to please her. God, I’d only made her come once, and she’d freaked out halfway through, but I knew watching her come would be its own reward every single time. Making her come, feeling her come apart, watching that beautiful face twist as she came, feeling that goddamned incredible body buck and writhe, her sweat under my hands, her pussy under my mouth, her cunt squeezing my fingers—Jesus, she squeezed hard, too. I could only imagine how hard she’d squeeze around my cock.