114. Getting Used to Husband Number One

Marcus

Juliet jumped out the bed early the following day. Louis, Juliet, and I had finally slept together. In my room. I came up on my elbows. “Where are you going?”

“Michael and I are going for a breakfast run.”

“I just came home yesterday. You going to leave me here the whole day?”

“Did Louis tell you he is your Uncle?” I didn’t really care. Juliet was naked, walking around. And my bed was ideally situated. Just the way I fantasized.

Louis swore into the pillow. Cuss word after cuss word. Juliet laughing. “That can keep you busy. Samuel is here.”

She put on a red push-up bra, scooping her breasts to perk them up… A very lacey red thong… With a very black loose tank top. The shortest black jean shorts… and her boots.

“If you had a bike, we could all go. There is a big group with us today. About twenty big. I had asked Louis, but he doesn’t like it.”

“Do you have to go?”

She was in and out of the bathroom, styling her hair and putting on makeup. Juliet walked towards me and bent over the bed. The shirt she had on was only a formality. She might as well walk out in that red bra. My eyes were on her breasts, bulging, and they didn’t seem so small. My eyes came up to her face. Her lips were red and glossy.

“No. Juliet! Just no. Please.” She wanted to smile. She tried to say something snarky. But we heard Michael outside. He was waiting, having a cigarette.

“Hey, get in here. I need a cigarette,” Louis yelled.

His head was still sideways on the side of the bed, his one arm hanging down. Louis was not a morning person. His hair was so long it hung over his forehead and covered one eye.

Michael opened the door. Seeing me in the bed half-naked. It didn’t bother him at all. He walked over, lighting one for Louis and putting it in his hands. Juliet had gone into the bathroom and came through the door from her room. Michael turned and jolted at the picture she painted.

“F- Juliet. No! Put some clothes on.” He complained.

Louis came up and had to take a peak. To see what all the fuss was about. He was taking a drag of his cigarette but choked when he saw her. Coughing.

“Marcus is right. No! It’s not happening.”

Irritated, she pulled off the shirt and the bra in front of us and threw it at us.

She moved to her closet, got dressed, and came around the corner.

What she had decided would be better… was a nude bra that pushed up her breasts even more. A long sleeve knitted jersey. It had such a low v neck that you could see all of her cleavage. It draped seductively down over her one shoulder.

The three of us were staring at her. Fixated… She was f…ing gorgeous. Young and beautiful. The two men were dragging their cigarettes slowly, taking in the scene. I had no words. It didn’t really matter if she covered up more.

“You should be happy with yourself. You have three grown men with very lusty thoughts.” Louis said.

She smiled… “Who’s is the best?”

Louis shook his head… “Not saying.”

“No… Juliet. Every guy will be gawking at you.” Michael said.

I was starting to like Michael. She flipped us off and stuck out her tongue. She went around the corner again. That time she came out with a black t-shirt. Hanging loose over long jeans.

It covered all of her. Michael held out his hand. “Thank you. Let’s go!”

“That deserves a kiss,” she pouted. Michael smirked at her. But he just left it.

I liked Michael even more. Juliet mumbled and said some more things. She ran back and kissed me. She wanted to kiss Louis, but he turned his face. “No pecking.” She giggled and stole his cigarette.

“Be careful,” Louis whispered.

Juliet ran out the door, and they disappeared.

“How do you do it?” I asked as they went out of view.

“I usually go into his room and mess with his gaming profiles. Stuff up his stats and make him drop rank.” We both laughed. It was quiet for a moment, and we both jumped up and ran to his room. We were both going to play games all day long.

***

Michael

We had just left the gates. I grabbed her. Picked her up and held her against my chest. Kissed her so hard that she fisted my hair. “Don’t tell me you left the shorts in the room.

She chuckled. “And not have you touch me all day long… No, that wasn’t going to happen.”

“Tell me you brought the red bra and the jersey… F- I almost had you right there.” I growled, pushing her lips onto mine.

She laughed against my mouth. “Did you see me pick it up when I kissed Marcus? When do you think you “having” me will happen?”

I put her down, sighing. Taking out my bike and starting it while she got dressed in the small garage. Before she put on the helmet, I pulled her over to me. “I want to wait till we’re married… I want to set a date.”

She seemed stunned. “Okay… When?”

“Get on. We can talk about it later. I need to touch you.”

***

We met up with a crowd of locals. Drove to our favorite bar. It had a fantastic view. Everyone loved Juliet. She fit right in. There were some new faces in the crowd. Some weeks you had those one-timers that joined.

When we stopped, I saw the guys checking out Juliet. I should have been used to it by then. And I was… Sometimes some guys would glance, and it was okay. But other guys were just gross. You could feel there was something wrong. The way her hand was clutching mine… put me on edge. She had noticed. “Juliet, do you want to go home.”

“I have already called Jessy.”

“If you’re that scared, honey, we should leave.”

“No… We have friends here. I’ll just not go anywhere alone.”

We went inside and sat with the group at a long table. The decked patio was built on a ridge with an amazing view out over the valley. Juliet had sketches of a new tattoo, and we were planning. We ate and drank. We had a good time.

She was going to the bathroom. I wanted to get up with her. “Don’t worry, they left.” She kissed me, and I slapped her ass.

“I don’t think you can handle all of… this….” Juliet saluted me with a rock and roll salute.

Usually, some of the guys would talk to me when she wasn’t there. “You guys are glued to the hip….”

“Yeah, we’ve been through a…lot….”

There was a crashing sound from inside the place. “S-!” I jumped up. More breaking. Juliet was fighting the sleazy guy. She was very lucid, so she didn’t have her strength. When he grabbed her ass and pushed her against his… crotch… I lost it. The guys behind me were short on my heels. Unfortunately, we did a very human thing and beat all three to a pulp. My anger manifested… I turned on the place and broke the chairs. I lost it… That was my first outburst I had after coming back.

***

Juliet

I was sitting with the crowd we came with watching the show. The guys tried to calm Michael down, but I stopped them. I thought it would be good if he got it out of his system. Breaking things.

“Is he okay, Julie?” The girl next to me asked.

“Yeah, I think he needed this.”

Jessy came in at the front door. Marcus followed. “Ahh, shoot.”

“What’s wrong?” The girl asked.

“That’s my husband.”

“I thought Michael was your husband.”

I nodded. Louis walked in slowly… Leisurely with the cigarette in his mouth. He stood next to Marcus. I shuddered at the thought that he and Qadir were actually somewhat the same in mannerisms.

“Who is that?” She asked in a seductive tone… licking her lips. I pumped her in the ribs. Her boyfriend didn’t like it either.

“That is my other husband.” Both gave multiple comments.

Louis’s eyes caught mine, and I adverted my gaze quickly. Holding my hand over my eyes, pretending to be hiding.

“He’s coming over.” I grabbed her hand.

He cleared his throat. Ran his hand into my shirt and flicked my bra strap. Making it shoot back onto my skin. I winced but didn’t meet his eyes on me. He took my chin in his hand and pushed up my face. I still didn’t look at him. “Baby, you have two seconds.”

I took a deep breath, and our eyes met. He pecked me on the lips. “That’s your punishment.” His hand slid up my leg into my shorts, squeezing my thighs so tight that I squirmed... “I thought I said no!”

He turned around and walked towards the bar.

“Wow… he’s intense.” She whispered.

“He’s the nice one.”

Louis paused and looked back at me over his shoulder. Defeated… shoulders slumping.

The girl and I giggled.

Michael was taking drinking glasses off the counter and was tossing them into the wall. One by one. Marcus walked up to Michael and tapped him on the shoulder. He flung around and took a shot at him. Marcus dodged. Louis had forgotten about my remark and jumped in. They weren’t going to hit him… No one would ever touch him again.

***

Marcus

We had to kinda get Michael down without hurting him. It took a while, but we pinned him and pushed a little black vial into his neck. Jessy and a few guys took him home.

“Who is going to take the bike?” I asked. My gaze drifted over the bar. It was a mess. The bartender went up to Juliet. They exchanged a few words, but they seemed on good ground. He shook her hand. She had on the red bra and the shorts. She had taken it without me even knowing. I was glad Michael was knocked out. Thinking of him and her on that bike… her in that shorts. I shook myself.

The three guys Michael took out were being carried outside. Jessy was taking them to a hospital. Drop and go.

My body was turned in Juliet’s direction. We watched each other for a few seconds. She was driving me nuts… But I loved it… I wanted it… I pointed a finger at her… A saucy smile on her face. I turned around and left. I heard her running after me. It felt good… I walked up to Jessy before he left. He handed me the glass plate. Before she could see it, I turned towards her. Holding it behind my back.

She wanted to say something. But I cut her off, throwing my arms around her, “Say goodbye to Louis.”

Her head turned, and she held out her hand to him… Louis was close anyway. He walked over and gave her another peck. And nodded at me. I pulled her even closer. Put my chin on her shoulder and pressed some buttons behind her back.

For months Chris had built her a cabin in the woods. How he even knew it was something she wanted. Her journal mentioned it a lot. Was everyone just reading her journals all the time? Louis had taken her on his yacht. I had thought about our honeymoon. The only other place she missed was Louis’s room back in France... I had Jessy and the guys air it out, fill the fridges, and build a pen outside with food. Stuff that she hadn’t heard off. It was summer… I knew she wanted snow, but I hoped she would be okay with it… Since I knew the earth was one giant hotspot, it had opened up a whole other world for me.

“Close your eyes, Julie….” She held on to me, and we came out where the watchers always came out… I pulled her through some of the bushes. It was already late in France… I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. “Don’t peak….”

She was being so quiet… I put her down and left her at the bottom of the stairs. “Open your eyes.”

I could hear the intake of a breath. I could listen to her holding her breath. There were candles everywhere up the stairs and all around his bed.

“I could have taken you where I wanted to go… but I thought that us waking up to that every morning. Alone here…” She turned around. I couldn’t look at her yet… Didn’t want to see disappointment on her face… “We are taking two weeks, Julie. I want my honeymoon.”

Her hand reached for her shorts, and she unbuckled them. They dropped, and she wanted to lift the jersey over her head. I grabbed her wrist… My eyes didn’t need to reach her face. I just roamed her body. How the material stopped at just the right place. Not minding the red underwear anymore. I ran my hand over her open shoulder.

She turned around and ran up the stairs, falling on the bed. I slowly followed, standing at the door… Just watched her for a moment. My shoes creaked on the hardwood floors. I lowered myself beside her, running my hands over her butt and into her shirt. Unclasping the bra.

“Where did you want to go?” She asked. Every touch still got a reaction. Her fingers gripped the sheets. Mine ran up over her shoulder. Down her arm till our fingers interlaced. Kissing every exposed part of her back and neck.

“There is a place on En-gannim.”

She rolled over and stared up at the roof. “Prettier than this?” Because of the candles, you couldn’t see the stars or anything else outside.

“Way more… We do have some amazing scenery… What is it that you felt that night when you were there?”

“I feel home… I miss it so much.” Her hand cupped my neck and dragged my mouth onto hers.