Melissa groaned and sat up in the downstairs guest bedroom when the noise of some commotion from above reached her for the second time. She hadn't paid it much attention at first, preferring to try and get some much needed sleep. The day had been a whirlwind after her sister called, practically hysterical. She could barely understand Caetlyn's choked voice so she'd asked her to come over instead.
Her heart had clenched when she'd opened the front door to see green eyes, so similar to her own, red, puffy and steeped in sorrow. Caetlyn had tumbled into her arms, words coming a mile a minute. Right there in the entryway, she'd spilled about how her fiance hadn't touched her in months. How he had become distant and mean. How she hadn't wanted to worry Melissa with how bad things had gotten.
And finally, she'd talked about going home the night before and walking right in on Walter buried inside another woman.
They had spent the rest of the day talking on and off, the time in between filled with sappy tv shows and ice cream. When they had started getting sleepy, Melissa had forced her sister to take the master bedroom and gone downstairs. Her "arrangement," with David had been completely forgotten.
But moments after she put her head back down and fallen back asleep after the latest interruption, a sound came again. This one was recognizable, even if slightly muffled. A scream.
Heart suddenly thumping in her chest, she swung bare legs from underneath the cover and onto the floor before cinching a short red robe tight around her naked form. Belatedly, she noticed that the other side of the bed was still empty. Is he still at work? And then her eyes went wide. She hadn't even told him her sister was here. God, this was going to be so embarrassing.
She ascended the stairs quickly, expecting to hear sounds of startelement and shock. But then a frown creased her face, because she wasn't hearing any of that. In fact, the door was closed and only the low sound of movement and rustling sheets floated through it.
What the hell?
For reasons she wasn't even sure of, she chose not to open the door. Instead, she pressed her ear up against it.
"Don't fight me and I won't hurt you."
Melissa wheeled away from the door in shock. That was...that was David's voice. But she had never heard him like that! So low...so angry...so...dangerous.
Her nipples tightened, along with the muscles low in her stomach. But why was he saying that to her sister? And why was she creeping back towards the door instead of barging inside?
Before she could answer her own thoughts, her hand was on the doorknob. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she turned the knob slowly...slowly...until she heard the faintest click that made her freeze. Blood was thundering in her ears too loud to hear the faint mumbling still coming through the door as she gently pushed it open. By some trick of chance or fate, their normally squeaky bedroom door didn't make a sound as it glided across the carpet, giving her just enough room take in the sight before her.
And what a sight it was.
Melissa felt her legs turn to jelly and she had to lean against the door jamb to keep from collapsing. The pounding of her heart, the glide of flesh over soft sheets, the almost whispered conversation; all of it vanished until the only thing she could hear was her own stilted exhalations. The only thing she could feel was the pulse between her legs, begging for attention as she watched her husband take advantage of her sister.
The lighting in the room was low, but it was enough to make out David's sleek, tanned form that was as familiar to her as her own skin. Despite his job, he kept in fantastic shape with regular trips to the gym but now she was seeing him from an all new angle. An angle that perfectly revealed his broad shoulders and wide back that narrowed to a slim waist, along with the muscular globes of his ass sitting atop the smaller, pale outline of her sister.
