Bobby Ray in m/m

Part 2 will be posted under the new story  called Life After Marriage. 

Here's the link or just go to my page and you should see it. 

http://www.wattpad.com/86970714-life-after-marriage-house-guest-part-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&ref_id=26315705

Remember it's not really a triology, more like tv episodes of marriage and problems that won't neccessarily connect. I'm actually really loving this idea guys. 

And my inspiration was my girl Shawneeshawn2. Please read her story. Link - 

http://www.wattpad.com/84038479-sweet-but-sour-vengeance-chapter-1-brandon%0A-i%27ll?utm_source=web&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_info&ref_id=26315705

I love her structure each chapter has a complete beginning, middle and end. It's not set up how mine is, hers is a complete story. 

But I wanted to try that structure in this story, sorta like in a television show you have episodes about different topics that don't neccessarily connect, but it's solved by the end of the show.  

AUGUST P.O.V. –

“Hey babe.” Amb pecked my lips as she turned off the pot.

I took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt.

“What you got to go with the crab legs?” I was referring to what was boiling in the pot.

“Some Linguine. And I picked up your favorite wine.” She smiled at me and did a little dance.

I smiled back but it quickly faded when I looked at the table and noticed there was a place setting for three people.

“I thought the kids were over Cha’s house?” I looked at her confused.

“They are.”

“So why you got three plate settings?”

I took off my shirt, revealing my white undershirt underneath.  

“My cousin.”

“Your cousin?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Yeah.” She finished stirring the pasta.

“Babe it was supposed to me and you tonight?” I grabbed her by her waist and sucked on her neck.

“I know and I’m sorry baby. But he just moved here from Memphis and he’s had a really tough time.”

“Amb I thought we just talked about this shit babe?”

“We did honey. And I’m so, so, so sorry.” She turned to me and repeatedly pecked my lips.

I rolled my eyes. See. This is what I’m talking about. It’s always something or somebody else. Can I have my wife to myself without her trying to save the fucking world?

“Amb I been at work all day. I just want to come home and chill. Not be bothered with nobody else. Besides, I bought condoms babe.” I took the pack out my wallet to show her.

“They ultra-sensitive too. You know these the best kind when you do that shit with your mouth.” I softly bit her ear.

She softly grabbed my ears and brought my head closer to hers. “And we’re going to use them…kiss…all…kiss… night…kiss… long. I promise.” She pecked my lips one last time.

“Go get changed, he should be here soon.” She patted my chest, then went back to getting everything together.

I went upstairs and changed into some sweats and t-shirt. I wasn’t a fan of her inviting her cousin, but it was just dinner so I guess it was okay. I would have her to myself after he left.

I heard the doorbell ring and I heard a loud male voice downstairs. I came down the stairs to introduce myself when I saw he had five fucking pieces of luggage. I looked at Amb.

“Babe this is my cousin Bobby Ray. Bobby Ray this is my husband August.”

Bobby Ray held out his hand for me to shake it. I reluctantly took it and he pulled me into a deep bear hug.

“Thank you for letting me stay here man.” He patted my back real hard, starting to cry. “Life been rough to me, but I appreciate this.” He patted me on my back hard again, jerking my head forward with each slap.

My eyes lit like fire through Amb, who looked down to avoid my eye contact.

He let me go.

“So where’s my room?” He looked at me and Amb.

“Uh…right down the hall.” Amb gave a slight smile still avoiding me. My eyes never left her.

She told Bobby Ray  - that had to be the countriest name I’ve ever heard- to follow her to “his” room down the hall. Which was a guest room we reserved for actual invited guest.

I watched her as she walked pass me and disappeared down the hall with Bobby Ray.

She came back and I was still standing in my same spot down the hall with my arms folded as she slowly walked closer to me.

“Baby I couldn’t say no.”

I just looked at her not moving. Everyone wants to say I’m mean and this and that. And think of Amb as some innocent angel, but see this shit right here, is totally disrespectful.

Inviting somebody to stay at my house. That I pay the bills for. Without consulting me first. But I’m the bad guy?

She ran her hands through her hair, I still stood there not moving or saying anything.

“I just found out today. He literally took a Megabus here. I couldn’t let him stay on the street. He can’t afford a hotel.”

“You better be glad this ain’t me at 21.” I looked down at my socks with my arms still folded, then back at her. “You better be fucking glad.”

My attention turned to her cousin who was walking down the hall . I unfolded my arms.

“So when can we eat? I’m starving like a mog.” He put his arms around both of us and shook us.

“Right now.” Amb gave a smile then directed us to the kitchen.

I sat on the opposite end of the table, directly across from Amb. Her cousin sat in the middle.

She fixed my plate and sat it down. I didn’t bother to look up at her. I just picked up my fork.

Then she fixed her cousin’s plate and handed it to him. Then her own and sat down.

“Y’all don’t believe in grace?” Bobby Ray looked at me as my fork was circling my pasta.

“Yeah we do.” Amb interjected.

“Don’t seem like it. This brotha over here bout to eat like he ain’t had a meal in years.” He laughed obnoxiously. “Slow down man, it ain’t gon run off yo plate.”

I just dropped my fork and rested my chin on my hand.

Amb cleared her throat. “Bobby you want to lead us in grace?”

“Of course. Everybody bow your heads and close your eyes as we ask God’s blessings over this joyous meal. .”

 I sighed deeply at this country bumpkin and bowed my head.

Amb and Bobby Ray bowed their heads and closed their eyes.

“Jesus wept. Amen. Let’s eat.” He made this big ass deal, only two say a two word grace and quickly pick up his fork digging into the pasta. Like he hadn’t had a meal in ages. Pasta all over his damn mouth. Falling on his shirt. Uhh. I hate messy eaters.

 “You know what, I lost my appetite.” I got up, grabbing the bottle of wine off the table.

“Ey cuz leave the wine. I ain’t get none yet.”

I wanted to say nigga Amb’s your cousin, not me.

“Babe just leave the wine, it’s some Peach Ciroc in the cabinet. I’ll get you another bottle tomorrow.” She said eating some pasta.

I debated whether to knock his ass up side the head with the wine or cuss Amb out. I decided to instead leave the wine and go upstairs before I did something I regretted.

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“Baby I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” Amb looked at me pitifully as she climbed in bed and tried to cuddle next to me.

I just changed the channel on the television.

“He lost his job and his house to foreclosure. He has no other living relatives besides me. His dad and my dad were brothers. That was my dad’s only sibling.”

I just looked at ESPN that was now on my television.

“I feel a duty to my dad babe to help him out. Just for a little bit.”

I just rubbed my chin and put my arms behind my head.

Amb got on top of me, straddling me.

“Please don’t be mad at me baby.” She bent down and kissed my neck

“Please.” She lifted my shirt and planted soft kisses on my chest.

“Pretty please.” Her trail of kisses went to my stomach.

“Amb get off.” I was trying to remain stern but as she took her kisses below my navel and tugged at the waist of my sweat pants I couldn’t resist her.

She took off my pants and boxers, then let her tongue circle the tip of my ego as she held me in her hands.

My eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head as her mouth went to work. With a brain game like my wife had it was hard to stay mad and this the type of shit that keep a nigga faithful.

I pulled her up toward my face, starring in her eyes for a minute. She excitedly screamed as I wildly turned her over and got on top of her.

“I’m still mad.” I pinned her hands down, looking in her eyes.

“How mad?” She said softly reaching up to peck my lips, but I pulled my head back.

“Oh I’mma show you.”

And believe me she felt all my anger, this time with no interruptions.