Page 53 of Exposing Colorado

Salem tightens her grip on my throat, mirroring the way her pussy spasms around me, mouth falling open with a silent scream. The very moment she's done, I pull out and jerk myself off onto her chest, covering her tits in thick ropes of cum. Marking her. The only way she'll let me.

We gaze at each other, chests heaving. My hand is still wrapped around my deflating dick. A smirk curls her lips as she uses the leash to guide my face down to her chest.

“Good boys clean up their messes,” she says, raising an expectant brow.

I eagerly lick my release off her nipples with a groan, salty flavor bursting on my tongue. Part of me wishes I could rewind time and finish inside of her so that I could taste it on her pussy—and make my wife come a third time.

Once she's satisfied, I collapse onto the bed beside her. She surprises me by curling into my side with a content sigh, draping one leg over mine after removing the belt from my neck. Neither of us speaks for a long time.

Her fingers lazily trace shapes along my ribcage while mine dance down her spine. It feels almost… normal. Like we haven’t spent over a year being strangers. Like I didn’t just lie my ass off.

Her breathing evens out as she drifts off, but I’m not even close to passing out. Instead, I stare at the ceiling while guilt eats me alive. I wonder how long it’ll be before the truth rears its ugly head.

Because it will. It always does. I'd rather she find out from me than someone else. If she found out from Devon instead…

Shit.

“Salem,” I murmur, my voice hardly more than a whisper.

She hums groggily. “Hmm?”

My stomach twists into a knot. “There… there was someone else.”

She tenses in my arms but doesn’t pull away. “What?”

“Six months ago, before Matty and Xed’s wedding, I slept with someone. It wasn’t… it didn’t mean anything.” I get no response, so the rest forces its way out, the words bitter on my tongue. “It was a guy.”

Now she moves slowly, raising her head to watch me with an unreadable expression. The silence makes me shift uncomfortably.

“You lied,” she says finally, her voice flat. “You looked me right in the eyes and lied?”

“I know,” I choke out, reaching for her. “And I hated it the second I did. I just didn’t want to lose you again.”

Silently, she rips herself away from me, grabbing Taylor's hoodie before running for the bathroom. I flinch at the slam of the door and listen to the shower turn on full blast.

Five minutes pass. Ten. Fifteen.

I pull my clothes back on with shaking hands, heart hammering, my skin too tight. The room still smells like her. Like us. The dinner we never got to finish still covers the floor, and I do my best to clean it up while I wait.

When the bathroom door finally opens, Salem steps out yet again in another man's clothes. Her skin is red as if she'd been scrubbing it raw—washing away the evidence of what we'd done. She moves toward her bag, bloodshot eyes holding mine like a sniper locked onto a target.

Then she reaches inside, grabs out the divorce papers, and flings them at my chest. “Sign them right fucking now.”

They flutter to the floor like broken wings, scattering at my feet. “Salem⁠—”

“No.” Pointing to the door, she glares as her entire body trembles. “Take the papers and get the fuck out, Logan.”

All I can do is stare at the tears glistening in her eyes. “You said you needed me.”

My voice sounds small, even to my own ears.

She crosses her arms like a shield, protecting herself from me. “I needed honesty. I've never lied to you, Logan. Ever. But all you do is ignore my boundaries and lie to my face. This was a mistake.”

Those words hit my heart like a bullet, tearing through every vital organ as they shred me to pieces. “It didn’t mean anything. I told you that.”

Her laugh is bone-dry. “Then why lie about it?”

“I panicked,” I admit desperately. “I was ashamed, I… I didn’t want to hurt you.”