“You’re what is known as a Switch, Andy.”
“BDSM?” he asked. Living in Creek Valley meant he was aware of the lifestyle. He knew many couples within the town were in Dom/sub relationships.
“You know what it means?”
“Of course I know what it means. Fuck, Damon, I understand a lot of shit, but I need to know how to get my wife out of our kid’s bedroom.” Fuck, he’d been the one to decorate the bedroom for their daughter for when they finally had kids.
When you’d give her the chance to have a kid.
He’d been too damn selfish to get her pregnant. Andy had wanted all of her attention focused on him. “So I’m a Switch. I can be a Dominant and a submissive.”
“Yes, it’s why you and Meredith have lasted so long. Your needs are answered but only half of them. Meredith craves total submission. She needs a full time Dominant whereas you need a Dominant to give you what you need.”
What Damon was saying made total sense.
“What are you then?” Andy asked.
“I’m a pure Dom. I do not submit to anyone, not even you.”
Andy stood, putting hands on his hips. “How long have you known about this?”
“From the first moment I met the two of you. I’ve seen the way you two have been with each other. It’s killing a part of you, and it’s tearing up your marriage.”
He smirked. “I think my marriage is fucked.”
“It’s not. I’m bisexual. For a long time I’ve been looking for the people I can complete my life with.” Damon didn’t drop his gaze.
“What are you trying to say to me?” Andy asked.
“I can help you and Meredith. Your marriage can last through what just happened.” The conviction in Damon’s voice made him stop. Andy knew more than anything he wanted Meredith in his life. He’d taken what she gave him for granted.
“What will you want in return?”
“Your and Meredith’s submission. I want what I’ve seen happen in this town.”
“I can’t guarantee Meredith’s submission, but if you give me back my wife, I’ll give you everything you want.” He left the sitting room and headed upstairs to take a shower. Staring at the empty bed filled Andy with sadness. There was no way he was sleeping alone. Going to the bedroom where Meredith was, he tested the door to find it locked. This door had a key that could be opened from the outside and the inside.
Going to the set of keys in the hall he pulled the key he needed and headed back upstairs. Meredith mustn’t have left the key in place. He opened the door with ease and entered the room. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. Andy closed the door behind him, carefully. If Damon knew what he was doing, the other man would probably rip him a new one. He didn’t care. His only priority was to get to his woman.
She was curled up in a ball. The moonlight drifted in the room showing the tearstains on her face. Climbing into bed, he wrapped his arms around her. Meredith came awake and tried to fight him.
Wrapping his arms around her, Andy refused to let go.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
Minutes passed before she finally settled down again. All through the night he held onto her tightly, refusing to let go.
****
Meredith woke to the sun shining in her eyes. She rubbed the sleep from them and felt the hot brand of a male arm across her stomach, holding her in place. Turning her head she saw Andy was behind her. Evidence of his arousal was flush against her ass. Memories of the previous day rushed over her, and she struggled.
He held her still even as she fought him.
“You’re not getting away from him,” Damon said. The other man’s voice made her pause. She looked toward the sound and found him sitting on the wicker chair in the corner. Damon was dressed in a pair of jeans and a thick sweater. He was also wearing socks, which was new for him.
Looking behind her, she saw Andy was in fact awake. She remembered him breaking into the bedroom and holding her down until she stopped fighting him. Until he came to bed she’d been fighting the cold. She loved sleeping with Andy, and being alone in bed was not a lot of fun at all.
Meredith despised her own weakness at not being able to fight him. Collapsing to the bed she stared up at the ceiling.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.
“From your reaction yesterday I figured you’d fight me every step of the way in order to talk to you. This way, you’re in one place and you can’t go running off,” Damon said. “Have you got her tightly secured?”
“I have. My woman is not going anywhere until you say otherwise.”
She didn’t talk. Her gaze remained on the ceiling even as Andy’s fingers stroked her where they lay on her hip. She’d forgotten how strong he actually was. They’d not been this close in some time.