CHAPTER 47

Curiosity Killed the Cat

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"When I get back, I'm going to take you out and celebrate." Even though we were on the phone, I could hear his desire as if he was sitting beside me.

"Do you think you could come home early?" I wasn't above begging. After all, this was my future I was fighting for.

He was halfway to his car before he stopped and hung his head, shaking it as if he were wrestling with an impossible decision. "I can't leave yet," he whispered roughly. The frustration in his voice would have made me believe he was desperate to come home to me if only he didn't have to honor his duty as a public servant. But I knew better. He wasn't pining away for me while he was on assignment. He was choosing to be with another woman. When he turned back to the house and started walking, I knew I'd lost him. "There's nothing I'd like more than to come home right now, but there are things I have to finish here." He paused as he reached for the front door handle. "I've got plans for you when I get home. Get some rest, Cupcake, I love you."

He hung up without waiting for me to say the words back to him and went inside the house. It was just as well. Words had failed me. My eyes followed him on the monitors as he made his way through the house, shedding his shirt as he went. My hopes sunk with each step.

Please, don't do this Joe! Please don't throw me away again.

My vision narrowed, turning blurry and gray, until the inside of the van slipped away and all I could see was the video screens. Hector had aimed a camera at the head and foot of the bed. Unfortunately, the picture was crystal clear and so was the audio. Joe's eyes sparked with a familiar fire as he took in Terry's naked body, lying on the bed, legs spread seductively. "You're so beautiful," he said in a husky voice, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes, his dick rock hard, pointing straight at her.

She licked her lips and stretched like a cat, purring as she watched his eyes travel over her body. "Look who's talking, my Italian Stallion."

He barked out a laugh at the unofficial title he'd been given years ago and climbed on top of her, placing his knees in between her legs. His eyes followed his finger as he ran it from her belly button down to the top of her mound. "I learned everything I know from practicing on this body."

She giggled. "Do you remember our first time?"

He lifted his eyes to hers. "Yours was the first pussy I'd ever been inside."

"And mine should have been the only pussy." She cocked an eyebrow at him and then turned pensive. "If I had been born into any other family, we'd be happily married," she said with regret before her frown turned into a smile, "and maybe we'd have a little Joey by now."

My heart cracked. This felt so much worse than what he'd done to me in the bakery all those years ago. After he pulled out of my tender, newly used body, I thought he was going to hold me, only to realize he was pulling his pants up to walk away. I took a deep breath and did my best to push the feelings of betrayal away. Joe and I were over. I'd known it in my head before I came here, and now my heart had gotten the memo.

The sound of Terry's moans brought the screen back into focus. They were kissing breathlessly, hands roaming each other's bodies. Just as he slipped his fingers inside her, he pulled his lips from hers and began kissing his way down her neck to her breasts and then lower, not stopping until his face was between her legs. I gagged as wet slurping sounds filled the van.

"I'm going to come," she screamed.

Joe stopped and peered up at her, his mouth glistening with her juices, contemplating her with the same roguish leer he'd given me countless times.

"Don't you dare deny me," she scolded, her voice harsh with need.

I watched him remove his fingers from inside her, seductively slipping each one in his mouth and then happily licking them clean. My stomach revolted when I thought of all the times he'd kissed me with those same lips. I pressed my hand over my mouth, willing the vomit to stay down.

In seconds, he'd donned a condom from the bedside drawer and thrust into her. She let out a shriek when the top of her head hit the wooden headboard and started gasping and screaming for him to move faster… harder. Her eyes scrunched up in frustration when he pulled out of her and sat back on his heels. "Get on your knees," he ordered. "I'm going to take your ass."

She gave him a saucy look as she moved her body onto her hands and knees, her head down and her ass lifted into position. "I know it's your favorite, but do you think you've been good enough to deserve it?" She coyly peered over her shoulder at him.

He smiled playfully and then his hand flew at her ass, striking hard and fast. She yelped and pushed back against his groin, grinding enthusiastically. They had an intimacy I didn't know existed. It explained her knowing smiles every time I ran into her.

What a fool I'd been.

Joe reached into the drawer again, pulling out the bottle of lube, and squeezed. When nothing came out, he shook it and tried again. "It's empty," he complained.

"There's a bottle of oil in there." She wiggled her ass impatiently.

He rummaged around in the drawer until he found what he was searching for. I knew I should stop him when I saw it was the bottle of glue and not oil. I'd only peeled off the picture of the gorilla. The word glue was still visible if he took the time to read the label. It wasn't my fault if he was in a hurry.

"It is not too late to stop this," Hector said.

I kept my eyes on the screen, not wanting to see the pity on his face. Placing the glue in the drawer had been a knee jerk reaction. I honestly didn't think things would get this far, but I wasn't going to stop them either. "Joe made his choice and now he's going to find out that his actions have consequences."

We watched Joe unknowingly smear a liberal amount of glue between Terry's ass cheeks and on his cock. Lucky for him, he was wearing a condom. It would minimize the amount of his skin that came in contact with the glue, but it was still going to hurt because Joe didn't know the meaning of the word manscape.

He wiped his slick palm on the sheets then placed both hands on her hips and slowly pushed into her asshole. "Oooh," she hissed and dropped her forehead to the bed. "Slow down. It burns." Joe's eyes fluttered half open in pure ecstasy. When he'd seated himself all the way, she panted for breath. "Give me a minute."

His damp chest hovered over her back as he tenderly kissed the side of her neck. "Do you know how much I love you?" he asked.

"Which do you love more; me or my ass?" She lifted her head and smiled back at him.

"It's a fine ass." He smacked her playfully on the butt.

She laughed and started wiggling her hips to let him know she was ready for him to move. He gave her one more kiss, straightened himself upright, and in one swift motion he jerked his hips backward.

Shrieks shot out of the speakers, reverberating off the metal walls of the van. Joe's eyes became comically large and his face was drawn back in frozen shock. Terry's face wasn't much better. Her mouth was gaped open, and her back was arched like a horse neighing in panic. Instinctively, Joe rammed his dick back inside her and held still.

"Shit! Don't move," he said as sweat ran down his red face.

"What the hell?" Terry screamed. "That fucking hurt!" Her nostrils flared with each controlled breath. When she started whining pitifully, I felt sorry for her—for a minute. But then her whining got higher and higher in pitch, until Bob let out an irritated bark. A quick glance at the monitor in the kitchen showed Bob with his ears perked up, looking around to see where that awful noise was coming from. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.

Joe's muscles vibrated from the strain of holding his body off hers. "We're stuck together," he said as a continuous line of sweat dripped down his face and onto his chest, mingling with the moisture already there.

"Stuck!" she screeched. "How can we be stuck? We're not dogs."

Joe's eyes went to the bedside table, specifically to the bottle innocently sitting there. Careful not to move his groin in any way, he reached for it. As he read the label, his nostrils flared and he squeezed his eyes closed. "Glue!" he roared. "It's fucking glue." He threw the bottle at the wall and his face twisted in a painful grimace when the movement caused his groin to jerk against her ass.

"Oww," she screamed and then his words registered in her brain. "Glue?" Terry asked in angry confusion. "Why would you use glue?"

"It's the glue to fix your shoe," he said with disgust. "Why the fuck would you put it in the drawer with the condoms?"

"I didn't!" she shouted angrily, offended that he would blame her.

"Well, it didn't get the fuck up and walk itself in here, now did it?"

"Stop yelling at me." She started to cry. "This isn't my fault!"

Joe blew out a frustrated breath and tried to assess the situation by moving his hips a little. A pained expression passed over his face at the same time Terry howled. "Stop. Stop. Stop. It hurts!"

"Well, it's no picnic for me either, honey. Every time I move, hairs are being ripped out and it hurts like a mother fucker."

She turned her head to the side to see him better and bit her lip in consternation. She'd had her ass perched in the air for so long; her legs were starting to tremble. "Just pull out slowly," she demanded. "I want you out of my ass… now!"

The audio was so clear I could hear the whistling sound of his breath as he sucked air into his lungs and began pushing her hips away. I couldn't help wincing along with him as I watched his eyes water. He took quick, controlled breaths as if he was a woman in labor and little by little, they separated until he was free. His penis was limp and bare. The condom had slipped off and was stuck to Terry's ass… as well as half his bush.

As soon as he was free, Terry's legs collapsed, and Joe fell over onto the bed beside her. While he concentrated on getting his breathing under control, Terry reached back to inspect the damage to her ass. When she felt the dangling condom, she grabbed onto it, pulling it until it was stretched as far as it could go and then released it. It popped back against her ass with a snap. "Get it off!" she screamed and wiggled in fitful jerks.

Joe ignored her, focusing on his own problems. He'd been staring at the ceiling while he waited for the pain to ease, but finally got the courage to look down at his cock. His mouth opened in indignation at his defaced manhood. He grabbed his phone and started googling the glue company. "Do you have any acetone? It says here it'll dissolve the glue."

"In the drawer in the bathroom," she said, barely stopping her hissy fit to answer him.

"The drawer?" He turned his head toward her, arching his eyebrows. "Are you sure it's not more glue?"

Terry growled and gave him a murderous look. Without another word, he went into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of acetone and cotton balls. "You have bald spots," she snickered. "It looks like your crotch has the mange."

"Yeah, well, you don't look so good either. It looks like a Chia Pet is growing out of your ass."

For a minute, she looked outraged and then her face scrunched up until tears started streaming.

"Quit crying," he said, and without warning dribbled acetone down her crack.

Her body jerked. "Damnit, that's cold!"

He poured more acetone on a cotton ball and started rubbing. "It's working." It took a few minutes, but he was finally able to pull the condom off her ass cheek. He handed her the cotton ball so she could get the rest of the glue and his hair off by herself. Then he started working to get the glue off his own crotch without dissolving his dick.

"It's not my fault," Terry said in a small voice.

"I know," he sighed as he searched for his discarded clothes, grabbed them and took them into the bathroom with him. After he closed the door, the water turned on in the shower, leaving Terry alone on the bed, viciously rubbing the cotton ball up and down her crack. Several minutes later, he came out fully dressed.

A flash of fear crossed Terry's eyes. "Where are you going?"

"Get dressed," he said coolly. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

"I don't need to go to the hospital, Joey. The glue's almost all off now."

"It's not up for discussion." He said and left the room. She awkwardly got off the bed, and sauntered to the shower, bow-legged and cursing all the way.