“Meredith cooking breakfast?” Damon asked.
The mention of his wife had Andy tensing. The last year had been a mixture of bliss and a lack of fulfillment along with a burning desire for something he didn’t want. During the Creek Valley picnics and fairs the town liked to host, he found himself looking at the other couples he’d known who’d found happiness with more than one person. Kade, Holly, and Steven were all happily married together without a single problem in sight. The next couple was Gavin, Landon, and Heidi, who had also found happiness and were happily married to one another. There were several more couples he’d grown up with who were living the dream. What was he living? A dream yet hell at times.
Grabbing a fork, Andy did his best to rid the images seeing Damon evoked from his thoughts. Nothing stopped the erotic pictures as he continued to work. The other man had started to invade every part of his life at home and at work. The invasions started out as dreams. He’d imagine being at Damon’s feet and being told to lick his cock and serve him. Over time the dreams became more elaborate with Meredith starring in them as well. Damon was their Dominant, and both of them together were his submissives. Then the dreams started turning into fantasies to the point he wanted to live them out. Making love to his wife no longer excited him. Their love life was getting more difficult to maintain. Meredith wanted something from him he couldn’t give her, and he wanted something she couldn’t give him.
What the hell was wrong with him?
“Andy, get out of your fucking head and answer me,” Damon said, standing beside him. He saw Damon had his arms folded and was glaring down at him.
“Sorry, what did you ask?” Andy rubbed his temples. This morning hadn’t been good. He’d woken up hard as rock, turning to Meredith intent on saving their relationship. Instead he’d reduced Meredith to tears and stormed out when he couldn’t get what he wanted. He didn’t have a clue what he wanted, but he knew what he was getting wasn’t it. Upsetting Meredith wasn’t helping either. She didn’t deserve his anger at all.
So fucked in the head.
“Is Meredith cooking breakfast? A couple of the boys are hungry, and I put them to work without any food.”
“Yeah, she’s making breakfast.” Andy forked some more hay and tried to ignore the pleasure of having Damon so close.
Fuck, I’m a married man. I’m a happily married man. I don’t love guys. Damon is nothing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He’d never been one for swearing at all. Damon entering his life had made him take up new habits.
“What’s going on?” Damon asked.
“Nothing.”
“No? Then why do you look mightily pissed about something?”
Throwing down the fork, he stared at the other man. All the fight left him as he gazed into Damon’s dark brown eyes. The other man wasn’t backing up or showing any signs of leaving shit alone.
“It’s nothing. I’ve got stuff to do.” Walking out of the old stable he headed toward the new one and looked in on his horses. Several minutes passed by before he heard Meredith calling out for breakfast. Some of the men would gather the workers out in the far fields repairing the fence for the winter. The first snowfall was set to arrive in a matter of days. He had lots of work to do and not enough time to get it done.
“Andy?” Meredith’s voice made him tense.
He turned to see his beautiful wife stood in the doorway of the stable. “You shouldn’t be out here. It’s too cold.” In the last year he’d refused to give her a child. She’d asked about them having a baby, but he couldn’t do it. For some reason he wasn’t ready to give into a child.
Such a selfish prick!
Her arms were folded over her ample chest. The cardigan Damon had bought her for last Christmas was stopping a lot of the chill from getting into her bones. He loved the dark green cardigan. The color went well with her long auburn hair, which she’d grown out in the last year.
Staring at her, Andy was aware of the distance between them, not only physically but mentally as well. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying. He always knew when she’d been crying.
“I, erm, I need to go to the store to get supplies. If the weather hits and it’s as bad as they say I need to get enough food for us to survive.” She didn’t drive, and he had to be the one to take her out to town several times a month. Meredith never complained about their lack of social life. He’d known she wasn’t into getting to know everyone.
“I’ll arrange for you to be taken.”
The disappointment in her eyes was clear to see. “Breakfast is waiting.”