"I should go." AJ whispered in the dark room, shortly after disloyally breaking all of her marriage vows, and sinfully sleeping with Punk whilst her husband was at work. She couldn't really explain what drove her round to his house, or what made it ok in her head for him to bury his head between her legs, or pump into her minutes on end. But she did know that it felt good, and right.
She'd never known anything other than Jamie, she never knew that there was a rush of excitement she was supposed to get when feeling a significant other touch her, because that's what she felt when Phil put his hands on her.
But oh how it was wrong to do such a thing. She thought she was happy? But this sin had clearly shown her she wasn't, and she needed this. But she couldn't hurt Jamie. She knew that they had their fights, but what marriage didn't. He did treat her right, most of the time, and he did love her, she knew he did. This would kill him, but yet a part of her didn't want to leave Punk. She knew as soon as she left his house, she'd want to be back in it.
"You don't have to." He told her, turning his head to the side to look at her, both of them laying on their backs close to one another.
He guessed he had nothing to really think about. He had no problems with screwing her tight ass every night. He had no wife or girlfriend. And the fact she was married didn't bother him. But what did bother him, was that he felt different with her than what he did with other women. Something about him did genuinely want to hold her body. He felt like he would be extremely upset if she was never to return the way she did tonight. He understood they were getting themselves into a pickle, he knew she wouldn't want to hurt her husband, but who was to say she needed to tell him?
"I do." AJ sighed, turning around to face him, clutching the sheets over her body whilst he rubbed his hand over his face. She hadn't seen him like this before. His hair was a mess all over his face, he looked tired and innocent, unlike when she stared up at him whilst he thrusted into her centre.
"You gonna tell him?" He asked, rolling over on his side to face her without hurting his neck.
AJ just hated that all she could think about was kissing him again, and feeling him touch her. She really wasn't the type of girl to cheat. But she couldn't resist him. If she was single, things would have been so much easier and relaxing, but she wasn't. She was married and dedicated to another man. She was ashamed of herself. Well and truly.
"I don't think so." She said, turning on her side too to face him, "What is this? Just… tell me if you're thinking the same thing as me." She said.
"Well I'm thinking, you're amazing, beautiful, passionate, and not treated with praise to all of that. I'm thinking that I'd keep a better job of satisfying you if you were my wife." He told her truthfully.
She blushed at his words, his true words. She wouldn't have had to come here to him if she wasn't unhappy with her life next door. It had taken Phil to move in for her to realise that she was worth a lot more than what Jamie treated her like. When she was in Punks arms, she felt worth something, she felt like she had a meaning to him. It was something she had been missing out on these past ten years, something that only a true soul mate could tell.
"What are you thinking?" He asked her.
"I'm thinking that I'm a horrible, horrible woman. Not because I done this with you…" She looked around at the scene. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, the bed sheets were still damp and the room was stuffy and warm, bodily fluids and sweat lingering through the air, "But because I would die if we couldn't do this again." She confessed, biting her lip as he smiled.
It was the response he wanted. It was the response he knew she would give. He didn't want to encourage some dirty little affair, but it worked for him if it did for her. He wasn't the relationship type of guy anyway, a part of him was worried that she would entice him so much that he would turn into that madly in love guy, but he'd control himself. He hoped.
"So what do we do?" He asked quietly.
"I don't want to hurt my husband, and I'm not sure what this is, with me and you. But I know it feels right." She confessed.
"What happens between these four walls, stays between these four walls." He told her as she nodded.
Had she just accepted his offer to be his late night booty call, his whore, his dirty little secret? No, she knew she meant more to him than just some girl he fucked. There was a connection with them that she didn't even have with her husband.
A normal person would question why she wouldn't just leave Jamie, and be happy with the man who finally got her, and treated her right, but she did care about Jamie. Hurting his feelings wasn't an option, and plus, who was to say Phil was even looking for a girlfriend. He was dedicated to his job and was really only in his house to sleep.
She felt despicable, but she couldn't ignore the righteousness.
"Where is your head at, Brooks? Every time I walk by your staring into space. You alright?" Carl asked whilst standing at the door of Punks office.
"I'm just tired." Punk shook his head, "Didn't get much sleep last night." He admitted, which was the truth, but he also couldn't stop thinking about AJ. Were they really going to have an affair? It wasn't like they knew much about each other. Did she want to get to know him? Or did she just want to tip toe over to his at night into his bed? A part of him wanted to know her, all of her. He didn't want to be caught saying that out loud, but just because it was an affair, didn't mean they just had to have sex all the time? Right?
"Is this stuff too much for you? I can take a case off you, or I can get someone in to help you? This is some hard going stuff." He said as Punk just shook his head, but then admitted to himself that it would be good to have some help. Although he felt like he was going somewhere with these cases, he couldn't do it all alone.
"You can bring a guy in to help me." Punk accepted.
"Well I think I got a guy you might know." Carl smiled, stepping to a side as a familiar man walked into the office, his half blonde, half black hair tied back in a bobble, a smile on his face as Punk stood up.
"Seth?" Punk smiled with disbelief.
He'd worked with Seth on the force many years ago back in Chicago, but he ended up getting transferred across seas, which was devastating for him and Dean. It was amazing to see him back here.
"Hey, man." Seth said, "Long time no see, huh?" He laughed as Punk approached him to give him a hug, patting his back brotherly.
"Why are you even here?" Punk shook his head in disbelief.
"Malaysia didn't need me anymore, and Carl here told me you had a few cases on your hands. Thought I'd swing by to give you a hand." He smiled.
"It's so good to see you."
Punk and Seth had gone out to grab a drink and something to eat whilst catching up with one another. Oddly enough, nothing exciting had really went on with them both in the time they had been apart. Besides Punk having to tell Seth that his mother had passed away from cancer. Apart from that, everything was exactly the way they had left off.
"So, what's going on with you now?" Seth asked, "You living in New Jersey?"
"Yeah. I'm living in a house not far from the station. I didn't want to move, but since I was going to be here so much I had no choice." Punk admitted.
"It's not too bad here." Seth said, "You got a girlfriend yet, or are you still one and done'ing them?" He laughed at his friends old ways.
"You know me." Punk nodded. He wasn't sure if it was right to spill about AJ to anyone just yet. Wasn't the whole point of an affair, to be with someone in secret. If she wasn't spilling about it, then neither was he. It was their secret. And his friends were much nicer to women than him. If Seth knew he had screwed a married chick he'd kick off on one.
"Well it's good to be back." Seth smiled, "Here's to clearing these cases and catching some unlucky bastards." He raised his beer as Punk clinked his glass of pepsi against it.
Later on that night, AJ was yet again at home by herself. Since Jamie was on nightshift these few nights, he'd slept the full day, which meant she only really had to speak to him for an hour. And in that hour, she just couldn't stop thinking about how she wanted him to leave.
He eventually left for work. She did feel bad, all she could think about was how she was with another man, and planning to be with another man whilst he was out working. She didn't know what she was turning into, but she just couldn't ignore Punk.
Like he had thought today, she had also. She wanted to know him. She didn't want him to think that she just wanted sex. She wanted to know all of him, like he did with her. When it was just they two, together, nothing else existed, and that's what was going to happen from now on.
She text him almost as soon as Jamie left. They'd exchanged numbers before she left his house last night. She still couldn't believe she was encouraging this, but he was just something else. He was amazing, and she wanted to be with him.
She text him to come round to the house, to which she heard the front door immediately open and close shortly after. She told him to just come upstairs, that she would be waiting. She couldn't believe this was happening, but when he was there, when she was touching him and he was holding her, it all made sense, and the guilt was pushed a side. It felt like they had been doing this all along.
Punk walked up the stairs slowly, not turning her down of course, walking into the room with the light shining from the bottom. He couldn't wait to see her again, and feel her again, and hear her screaming his name again. He had no regrets in doing this, and clearly she didn't either. It was their secret.
He walked into the room, looking on at her lying in the centre of the bed with just her underwear on. The sight of her waiting on him so bare made his stomach do flips. Candles burned on each side of the bed on the bedside tables whilst she ran her hands down her body, slipping her hand into her panties slowly as he felt his pants get tight.
"Hey." He smiled, closing the bedroom door over.
"Hey."
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