Free Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) by Marita A. Hansen Page A

known
you for the past three years. Unlike Beth.”
    “Beth
is gone,” she breathed out. “You dumped her.”
    “All
cos you made it look like I’d cheated on her.”
    “We’ve
already been over this. And what would she have said if she’d burst through the
door a few minutes ago? Your cock was in my hand while our naked bodies were
pushed up against each other.”
    “I
didn’t reciprocate!”
    “Your
cock did. It was hard for me —not Beth.”
    “I
didn’t stick it in you.”
    “You
wanted to though.”
    “I
didn’t!”
    “Don’t
lie.” She walked towards him, making him move to the side fast. “There’s no use
denying what you want, and since you’re now a free man, you can do it without
guilt.” She brought her hands to her breasts, pushing them together. His focus
sharpened, the look on his face telling her he was thinking about pushing his
cock between them. She groaned just thinking about it, making him look up, his
expression now conflicted, like he didn’t know what he should do. And she was
aching to make the decision for him.
    “Fuck
me,” she said.
    He
stared at her for what seemed like ages as though he had a devil on one
shoulder and an angel on the other, both whispering into his ears, confusing
him, making him go between the two, then without a word, he turned to the
wardrobe and pulled out a pair of leather pants, tugging them on commando. “I’ll
find someplace else to stay,” he said.
    She
let go of her breasts. “But this is your home, you shouldn’t have to leave.”
    “I’m
goin’ to Beth’s.”
    “You
can’t, you broke up with her.”
    “Then
I’ll unbreak up with her, and apologise.”
    “That’s
not even a word, and you can’t, that woman is horrible.”
    “You
don’t know her, so you can’t comment.”
    “What
a load of nonsense. I saw how horrible she was to you. You shouldn’t have to
apologise, she should.”
    “She
did, but I wuz too mad to listen to her.”
    “And
rightfully so, which means it’s better you’re rid of that witch.”
    “No,
it isn’t, I love her, and don’t call her names.”
    Kara
grimaced. “I hope you’re not like this with her normally, because I didn’t take
you for a pussy who rolled over so easily. You used to argue like crazy with
me, even when I whipped you—literally.”
    “I
still argue, today proof, but in Beth’s case I wuz wrong, and you were a bitch
when you did that, I didn’t like the whipping at all.”
    “That’s
not true—for both. One, you came when I whipped you, and two, I saw the whole
argument between you and Beth.” Kara lifted her chin. “That woman was damn nasty
to you and you didn’t deserve it.”
    “She’s
normally nice,” he said, pulling on a black T-shirt.
    Kara
wanted to rip it off him, but instead crossed her arms over her chest, incensed
he was defending the horrible woman after Beth had mistreated him—as well as
herself. She narrowed her eyes. “Beth didn’t look so nice when she was
attacking me. Twice in two days I’ve been attacked. So, do you think my husband
is nice too, because he attacked me like your girlfriend?” Ex girlfriend,
and it was going to stay that way.
    “No,
and she wuz upset. It’s not the same.”
    “It is the same. And go speak to Tiana. Beth upset her too, made her run
into her bedroom crying.”
    His
face fell. “What? Why?”
    “Tiana
told her to leave, but she wouldn’t. Next thing I hear is a slapping sound,
then Tiana ran into her bedroom crying and Ash came out, telling Beth to leave.
Beth is a bully, like my husband, and you, like me, need to realise this before
it gets more people hurt.”
    He
rushed for the door, heading for Ash and Tiana’s room. Kara quickly pulled on
her dress, wondering whether she’d gone too far this time, because she knew it
was Tiana who’d done the slapping. But she’d backed herself up, saying that
she’d only heard the slap, so if it backfired, she was untouchable.
Plus, he would naturally think