Chapter 2

Corbin

There’s three-hundred-fifteen-million-five-hundred-seventy-six-thousand seconds in ten years. And all it takes is one second looking into my Katie girl’s eyes to wash away everything prison left stained on my soul.

She stands with the door halfway open, her jaw completely dropped.

Last time we saw each other, we were both face down on the pavement, almost in the middle of the road.

Handcuffs on her skinny wrists, tears in her eyes, asking, “How could you do this to me?”

And all I did was make a promise right back to her before the state police picked me up off the ground and threw me into the back of a cruiser.

‘I’ll come get you when I get out… this isn’t the end of it, darling.’

You can hate me. You can call me a criminal.

And, yes, I will do some of the worst things possible in the world.

But one thing I won’t do… ever…

I won’t break a promise to the woman I love.

“Corbin,” she whispers.

I’ve waited all those miserable seconds for all those years to hear her say my name again.

Now as a man who just spent a fucking decade in prison, the sound of a woman’s voice is angelic. And when I say the word angelic it has everything to do with my throbbing dick.

I’m fucking horny. I’m beyond fucking horny.

For fuck’s sake, I tried to get myself a coffee earlier and the woman in front of me… just the smell of her hair—freshly washed—made me want to grab her and carry her into the bathroom, bend her over the sink and run my tongue between her ass cheeks, then slobber all over her cunt…

Something catches my eyes.

Big. Shiny.

I nod.

For the first time in ten years I reach for Katie’s hand. Her left hand.

The one with the engagement ring on her ring finger.

I’m sure the man she’s falsely promised herself to doesn’t call her Katie . Only I can call her that. If I find out some other man has been calling her Katie, then I’ll have no choice but to cut that asshole’s tongue out of his mouth.

Think I won’t?

Ten years. Prison.

Try me. I dare you.

But, nah, I’m sure this man calls her Kate . Just like the rest of the world.

Always Kate.

Sometimes Kathryn.

But forever my Katie.

I touch the diamond ring and my eyes move to look behind my Katie girl.

“He here?” I ask.

“No,” she purrs, shaking her head.

I swear I can smell the warm honey clinging to her panties right now. I know her cunt is sopping wet.

I suppose I can safely assume that someone hasn’t been taking good care of my property while I was away. Someone hasn’t been feasting on her cunt as though it were the last meal of a man about to be executed. Someone hasn’t been thrusting his cock deep and hard inside her, making her scream, making her bite into a pillow for relief.

“Do you love him?” I ask.

I’ve waited way too long for this moment to dance around pleasantries.

Katie nods.

I appreciate her being honest.

It’s okay for her to love this other man. For now. It’s okay for her to play pretend and have moved on. She’s just been killing time. That’s it.

Now I’m here.

Now she’s mine once more.

I keep touching the diamond ring.

Tears begin to fill her eyes.

Her sweet, clear, sky-blue eyes. The exact opposite of my eyes.

I have the kind of eyes you look at and your body instinctively demands you to look away because you somehow know I’m a terrible person. A criminal.

I have to confess that the thought of Katie wearing a ring that didn’t come from me is making me insanely jealous.

A stray tear jumps from her left eye and I lean down to collect it with my lips.

I don’t kiss her cheek. I just brush my lips. Nothing more.

Then I move my mouth to her ear.

“It’s been ten fucking years, darling. I can wait another day. Give me your phone, right now, Katie.”

I inch back and stare into her eyes.

She’s fucking mesmerized by my presence.

My sweet Katie. My girl.

She reaches for her phone and holds it in her hand.

I take the phone from her hand and go to the text messages and I text myself.

I hand the phone back to Katie.

“Put my name as whatever you want. Maybe you want to get caught right away. Or maybe we should enjoy this. I’m sure you’d invite me in for a cup of coffee, but we both know I’ll just end up eating your pussy until you can’t remember your name. Don’t worry, darling, that will happen soon enough though.”

I slip my right hand to the back of Katie’s neck and I squeeze. Tight.

She gasps. “Corbin…”

“He’s coming home soon, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll text you later, darling. You look as beautiful as I remember you. Even better. You’re all woman now, Katie. You have the shape of a woman. I hope you realize how sexy that is.”

I turn away from Katie and grab at the front of my jeans.

I have to adjust my cock.

I’m thick. I’m huge.

I’m smiling.

Unless Katie decides to blow up her life tonight…

… she’s about to have the hottest affair she could ever imagine.