3. Hungry Heart

Sunday, 8th of June

Her limb legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrusted deep inside of hear. He could hear her moans somewhere far away; he really didn't care that much. It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful. In fact, she was gorgeous. Pale skin, good tits… It was just a need though. His release was a need that needed to be fulfilled. She'd just happened to be at the right place in the righ time. It had nothing to do with love. Perhaps not even lust. Just release.

Ray could tell her loning eyes were begging him to stay. She wanted him to stay in bed with her, let her head rest on his chest and let him caress her hair. He really didn't care about that though.

He threw on his jeans and white shirt in mere seconds, socks, shoes and his jacket following quickly.

"Ray…" Her small voice called out for him, calling out his name only.

He turned, looking at her without replying.

"Ray," she tried again… "Stay for a while."

He didn't even bother to reply as he walked out the door, the scent of the sea hitting him immediately. She meant nothing to him, absolutely nothing. Ashley was just… Willing.

He smelled his jacket when he got into his car. Ashley's flowery perfume was clearly there, and he knew he had to get bye his appartment first to take a shower. Ditch his clothes, throw on something else… Something that smelled like him instead of her.

Abby heard the door slam close and knew it was Ray coming in. She recognized his steady footsteps. He was home early today, causing Abby to be slightly apprehensive; was there something wrong?

She continued cooking, figuring Ray would come see her whenever he wanted, and was surprised when she felt a pair of arms being wrapped around her from behind. "Hey beautiful."

His deep voice and body caused her to shiver; it completely turned her on. "Hey there. You're home early."

He nuzzled her hair as he murmered: "Yeah.. Should've been even earlier."

She put the knife she'd been holding down on the kitchen counter before turning around to face her husband and smiled. "You smell good…"

Ray looked into her icy blue eyes. He knew he'd been fucking Ashley two mere hours ago, but the sight of his wife almost made him forget. She was so fucking sexy. Besides, moments like these were tough to find these days; moments were neither one of them was angry with one another. Moments in which they just were at peace with each other; in love with each other.

He threw his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. "Are the kids home?"

"Conor's upstairs. Bridget's out with a friend…"

"Hmm."

He took a last glance at his wife's pretty pale face before he hungrily attacked her lips. He pressed her against the kitchen counter, his one hand feeling her ass while he the other made sure she stayed pressed against him. His lips moved to Abby's neck, kissing her close to what he knew was het favorite spot.

"Ray… Fuck…" Abby threw her head back in pleasure, loving her husband's lips on her neck.

He lifted her op in a swift motion, moving a bit to the left to make sure there was room before placing his wife on the counter and moving closer between her legs. He moved his lips down Abby's neck slowly, getting closer to her cleavage, gently licking the skin between her breasts.

"Ray… Hmm.. Conor can come down any moment."

Ray stopped for a second, his lips still close to her skin as he said: "Well, then he'll know what it looks like when a man wants to fuck his beautiful wife on the kitchen counter."

Abby's chuckle was smuttered by Ray's lips, kissing hers as he pressed himself against her.

Ray couldn't remember the last time he had his wife sleeping peacefully in his arms. He kissed the top of her head, smelling her vanilla shampoo before pulling her even closer to him. It felt so good. Her naked body pressed against his naked skin…

She was sound asleep, he could feel her steady heartbeat, He wished he could catch sleep as well. He couldn't, though. His mind was driving him nuts.

Why wasn't he ever satisfied? Why were there always other women? Women who never even came close to Abby. He knew it was pure desire. A pure desire to fuck. To simply screw any willing, beautiful woman 'cause it would take away his pain for a few short moments.

Ray knew it killed Abby. Abby could tell he'd been screwing around most of the time, as if she had some kind of sensor. Worst was that Ray knew it made her feel as if she wasn't good enough. As if he didn't love her enough. How could he ever explain to her that he was fucking those other women only because he loved her more then anything in the world? Alongside his kids, of course. He knew Abby liked it rough; so did he. But Ray knew the way he treated the women he'd meet in bars or clubs too violent. Those women seemed to love a man so filled with desire. Little did they know that desire had nothing to do with them.

Abby was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The love of his life. Ray wondered why it was always so darn difficult to show her though.

Got a wife and kids in Baltimore Jack ,
I went out for a ride and I never went back.
Like a river that don't know where it's flowing,
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going.
Everybody's got a hungry heart.

Everybody needs a place to rest,
everybody wants to have a home.
Don't make no difference what nobody says,
ain't nobody like to be alone.