Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... fucking you last night?” Caroline spat, her bottom lip trembling with rage… and hurt.

Duke looked into her eyes, almost pleading with his own gaze, until he lowered it to the floor at her feet. He knew that there would be no explaining or softening the result of what he did. Taking his free hand, he wiped the sweat from his face and set the box plane down on the work bench. He glanced up and saw a quart mason jar on the shelf behind the bench, half full of moonshine, but he dared not reach for it right now. Instead, Duke walked over to the wall a few feet from the door and dipped a tin cup into an open pale of water and drank it. He turned back to Caroline and sat down on a small stool beside the pale.

“I try… I know you don’t believe me, but I do try… to behave.” Duke chanced a glance up at Caroline’s face, his own haggard and remorseful.

“It’s the same old story, Duke. You always try to be a gentleman, to “behave” … then you start drinking. Why does that make it alright? You’re cheating on me! Don’t I love you enough? Do you even love me?” Caroline all but screamed, half bent over as if the words coming from her were causing physical pain in her gut. The tears once more streaming from her reddened eyes.

Seeing Caroline like this cut Duke to his core. He did know he was weak, especially when drinking. But he loved this woman with all his heart. He loved her and their two girls more than anything in the world. His own eyes started to well with tears as he hung ...

... his head again. He wanted more than anything to stand and cross the room to take Caroline into his arms and hold her tight. To reassure her that he would try… try harder… to be a good man. The man that she deserved.

Caroline saw Duke slump over on the stool hanging his head, and it made her even more angry. In her mind he should stand up like a man and renounce his ways and promise to make things right. So many times, she had confronted him over his wandering ways and love of liquor.

Duke just sat there, his mind a whirl, competing with his emotions. Last night’s card game hadn’t been good or bad as far as winnings go. He had pretty much broken even by the end of the game. He had, of course, drank too much and he had indeed flirted too much with Walt’s wife Vivian. He really hadn’t expected anything to come from it, it was all just fun really. But it went from a little fun to something else, fast.

Over the years, Duke had wooed many women, just as Caroline had pointed out. It always started out as innocent fun and games really. He enjoyed the give and take with pretty girls, or women. He was not a bad looking man, so many of the women were enticed to take it further than just flirting. It didn’t always lead to trouble, he was fairly discreet even when he was drinking. Sometimes though, trouble still found him. Like last night.

The memory of seeing the gun in Walter’s hand flashed through his mind. He realized that he could very well have been killed by a jealous ...