Man Up Husband by Danielle Sibarium
Secrets are like explosives- hard to handle, dangerous and sometimes lethal. A marriage with secrets is a marriage on the brink of destruction.
Falling for Troy Evans was a fairy tale. As real life took hold, things changed. Once upon a time, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Now we barely touch each other. Talking is close to impossible, until Troy turns the heat between us up a notch. I’m falling in love with him all over again, but I have a secret. A secret I’m afraid will destroy us.
Marlena Madden was everything I could ever ask for. She’s smart and beautiful, my perfect match. I love her more than anything. Somehow we allowed married life and parenthood to swallow us up and come between us. Exploring ways to pull us out of the humdrum routine we fell into, we’re making our way back to each other. But I can’t help but feel there is something she’s not telling me. Something dark. Something that’s threatening to destroy us.
The door opens while I'm pouring champagne into the flute glasses. I look in the mirror in front of me and meet the stare of my drop-dead-gorgeous wife. Just this glimpse of her in the candlelight not only has my heart skipping a beat, but it hits me right below the belt. Fuck, I want her.
"What the hell is this?" Marlena asks, feeling along the wall for the light switch, cooling me off a bit.
Extending the glass of champagne to her, I approach, nervous she's going to shoot me down. I don't think I can handle it if she does. Then we really are fucking over. She reaches for the glass, but I pull it just out of her reach, teasing her, setting the mood for what's about to happen between us.
Right before our chests touch, she takes a step back. I give her a knowing smile. She doesn't realize, unlike what happened outside earlier, I'm not backing down this time. I advance on her until she's cornered herself.
Now she has no choice, she can't run off. She'll have to get through me first, and that means she'll have to touch me. Once I feel her hands on my body, I'll do what I have to keep them there.
I won't let her turn away either. I'll pull her against me so we're chest to chest and nestle my lips along her neck. I'll kiss away the memories of the things I said earlier; until I make her forget everything but the feel of my lips on her warm skin.
"Would you like some?" I ask, holding the glass in front of her.
I dip my pointer and middle fingers into the glass and rub them along her bottom lip.
She grabs my wrist and shoves it away from her mouth, still in bitch mode. "Get my sexy ass in here before you spank it?" she asks with a raised brow. "I'd like to see you try."
"Don't tempt me, Marlena." My eyes are locked on hers a moment before I drop them down to her plunging neckline. "I'll do it. And I'll make sure you like it."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you drunk?"
"I'm beyond drunk." I admit, meeting her eyes again. "I'm fucking plastered. And I want you." I trace the top of the dress with my pointer finger, not breaking eye contact with her. "I want you so bad the second you walked in here, I got a raging hard on." I take her free hand and place it on my cock so she can feel the truth behind my words. "I need to touch you. Here. Now. Is that okay?"
She hesitates before nodding. With that, another ounce of courage shoots through my veins.
"What I really want," I drop my voice to a whisper and bring my mouth close to her ear, "is to spank your ass hard for even thinking I want another woman. I want to feel the heat of your ass turning pink under my palm, and then I want to spread your legs wide and fuck you. Fuck you until your legs shake and your body trembles. I want you so hot and bothered that you beg me not to stop, because all you can think about is that wave of pleasure building inside you, growing with each thrust, so that nothing outside of this room exists."
I take a small sip of champagne, waiting for my words to sink in. She doesn't move. Doesn't say anything. Instead she stares at me, fire burning in her eyes. I'm just not sure if anger or desire is at the root of that fire.
My heart thrums hard against my chest, because I mean every word I just said, and the fact that she hasn't run off screaming for the hills has me thinking I found something. I struck gold. Taking a chance, I lean in and press my lips against hers. She hesitates a moment, and I'm worried this is the moment our marriage officially ends, but her lips move slightly in response to me. My pulse quickens. I'm filled with hope and deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth, brushing it, massaging it against hers.
Forcing myself to break away from her, I rest my forehead against hers, breathless. I take a long look in her eyes again, making sure she's still with me. Not only is she with me, but she hasn't looked at me with that kind of all-consuming heat in ages. I take a few deep breaths, as if the more oxygen I suck in, the more courage I'll have to keep at this.
"I know you're mad at me. I deserve it. But please, let me make it up to you. You can tell me off later, but right now I need you. I need to touch you, and to know you want me to touch you. Say it, Marlena. Say you want me to touch you."
Her eyes drop.
Disappointment slithers into my mind, but I shove it back.
"Tell me, Marlena." I order, inching my fingers below her low-cut neckline into the cup of her bra, teasing the top of her nipple. "Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes," she answers meekly.
"Good. Because I want to touch every inch of your hot body."
I dip my fingers into the champagne glass once more and swipe my dripping fingertips along her bottom lip. Her tongue flicks over the remnants of champagne left behind.
"Good girl." My voice is low, and fuck is my dick hard. "You want more?"
She pauses, shooting her eyes to the right, and then left. I'm half-panicked because I'm afraid she's going to think I'm some sort of freak, and she's going to turn around and walk out.
My pulse rate spikes. It's off the charts.
I dip my fingers in the flute one last time. This time, I press them between her lips, uncertain of how far to take it, but her eyelids are heavy and she's breathing hard. "Suck," I order, shocked when her tongue hugs my fingers and her lips tighten around them.
I close my eyes and imagine her warm tongue cupping and running up my shaft, her lips closing tight around me. I pull my fingers in and out of her mouth, imagining one of the many things I plan for us to do later.
When I can't take being teased anymore, I bring the glass to my lips and empty the champagne into my mouth before kissing her. She opens her mouth willingly, and I transfer the liquid to her.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes, please." She's breathless.
"Don't move." I give her a stern look before I step away to refill the glass and grab the other one.
Marlena's leaning back with her palms against the wall, mouth open and chest heaving. I haven't seen her this turned on in a long time. Too long. If I try, I think she'll let me fuck her right here against the wall, but that's not the plan. The plan is to build the anticipation for later.
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About the Author
Danielle Sibarium grew up as an only child of divorced parents in Brooklyn, New York. Her imagination was developed at an early age. Surrounded by stuffed animals and imaginary friends, she transported herself into a fantasy world full of magic and wonder. Books were the gateway between her play world and reality. On any given summer afternoon she became Snow White sweeping and cooking for the dwarfs, or Cinderella waiting for the prince.
Danielle always loved dialogue and in elementary school began writing plays and short stories. This is when she began to understand she could not only bring her fantastical world to life for herself, but she could enchant others as well. And so she wrote. She wrote and wrote and wrote.
Sadly the first piece she ever sent out for publication of any sort was a letter to the editor of The Home News Tribune. It was a piece thanking the first responders for their bravery and selflessness on Sept 11th. It was chosen as letter of the week.
In 2007 Danielle collaborated with Charlotte Doreen Small to write songs for her CD More. Danielle wrote the lyrics for Take My Hand, and Goodbye, while Charlotte contributed the melody.
In October 2011 Danielle’s debut novel For Always was released. She Has since released Heart Waves and the second book in the Heart Waves series, Breaking Waves.
Danielle graduated from Fairleigh Dickinson University with honors, and currently lives in New Jersey with her husband and three children.
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