[Nash's POV]
Our departure was later than I'd planned. Serena had taken much longer than expected to return from Hartwell's house. Apparently, he'd been out attending to some patient, and she'd had to wait for him to get back.
Either way, we were finally on the road again, heading back to Horiul, the same small village we had been staying in before the ambush.
"I wonder what the innkeep's face will look like when he sees us again," I said as we reached the edge of the village.
"He'll definitely be surprised," Serena replied with a faint smile.
We stopped in front of the inn, its familiar wooden sign swinging gently in the evening breeze. Without waiting, I pushed the door open.
Warmth greeted us instantly. The common room glowed with firelight, filled with villagers talking over their mugs of ale. The air smelled of roasted meat and spiced bread.
The innkeep was at the counter, taking someone's order. When he spotted us, his eyes widened before he quickly handed off the mug he was pouring and came over.
"Back so soon?" he asked.
"Yeah," Serena said casually, brushing dust off her tunic. "We had to take a bit of a detour."
He nodded. "Do you want a room first, or some food?"
"We'll eat," I answered.
Moments later, we were seated at a corner table. The innkeep himself brought over a plate of bread, meat, and ale.
"Oh, by the way," I asked as he set the food down, "did Thornton ever come back to bother you?"
"No," the innkeep said with a slight smirk. "He's been busy. Malek's death has been… let's just say, not good for him."
"Good." The word left my mouth flat and simple, and I dug into my food without another thought.
Serena and I ate quietly. Neither of us was in the mood to talk, we were too tired from the road.
When we finally finished and headed upstairs, I noticed the way several men in the common room glanced at Serena. Her hips swayed naturally as she walked, and her breasts bounced slightly under her tunic with every step.
Instead of anger, I felt a strange satisfaction seeing their eyes follow her.
Once we reached our room, we simply collapsed on the bed together.
When I woke the next morning, the first thing I noticed was Serena still fast asleep beside me. Her breathing was deep and even, her hair spilling over the pillow in a mess of silken strands. She looked more exhausted than I felt, which was saying something. She was probably very worried about me as well.
I carefully slipped out of bed, washed up, and made my way downstairs.
The common room was strangely quiet for this hour. Usually, there'd be a few early risers finishing breakfast before heading out, but today there was only one man sitting at the counter, nursing a mug.
I took a seat at the counter as well, right across from the innkeep.
"Morning," he greeted with a small nod.
"Morning," I replied, settling in. "Could I get some tea?"
"Sure thing." He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me alone with the other man.
"Morning," the stranger said after a moment, his tone casual.
"Morning," I returned politely.
He hesitated before leaning a little closer. "I wanted to ask you something. Might sound a little strange."
I glanced at him, curious. "Go ahead."
"The woman you came in with last night…" he started slowly. "Is she your wife?"
My chest tightened. "Serena? Yeah. She's my wife."
"Is that so?" he said, a small, knowing look on his face.
"Yeah. Why?"
He tapped the rim of his mug before saying, "About a week ago, I saw a woman who looked just like her. She was… entertaining Thornton. Right here, in this very inn."
The words hit me like a blow to the gut and yet, instead of anger, I felt a jolt of excitement. My pulse quickened.
"Yeah," I admitted after a second, my voice low. "That was my wife. We were… doing the innkeep a favor."
His brows rose in surprise, but there was a hint of amusement at the corners of his mouth, a restrained grin that made my heart thud harder.
He looked me dead in the eye. "How much for a night with her?"
I blinked. He said it so plainly, so casually, it caught me completely off guard. My breath came quicker.
"She only served food," I said after a pause. "There was no sex involved."
My heart was hammering in my chest. As much as I had fantasized about Serena with another man, the thought of actually making it happen was a different beast entirely. Could I even handle it if she agreed? Would she agree?
The man gave me a look somewhere between disbelief and amusement. "Man, I was here. I saw everything. I saw–"
Something in me snapped then, maybe it was my excitement, maybe it was my twisted desires bubbling to the surface.
"Sixty gold for a blowjob," I said before I could think better of it. The words were out of my mouth, raw and unpolished.
"Forty," he countered immediately.
"Fifty," I shot back, leaning forward. I didn't care about the money, I just wanted him to think this was legit.
His grin widened. "Done."
"Done," I echoed, feeling lightheaded. "When?"
"I'm leaving after lunch. What about in an hour? My room."
"I'll… talk to her," I said, just as the innkeep returned and set a steaming cup of tea in front of me.
***
"I met someone today," I said quietly.
Serena was standing near the bed, towel-drying her hair, dressed in fresh clothes after her bath. She paused mid-motion and glanced at me.
"He recognized you," I continued, watching her face carefully. "Said he saw you entertaining Thornton."
Her eyes widened slightly, though she didn't speak right away.
"He asked if you could spend a night with him," I added.
Serena gave me a thin, almost forced smile. "And I hope my loving husband turned him down."
"I did," I said, then hesitated. "At least… the sleeping part."
Her smile vanished. "What does that mean, Nash?"
I swallowed hard. "I told him you'd… give him a blowjob."
Serena's expression darkened immediately. "Really, Nash?" she said, irritation lacing her voice. "The money situation isn't that bad. We can take mercenary jobs, hunt a few bounties, we'll manage."
"This isn't about the money," I said, my voice low and tense. "I just… I want to see you do it. Just once more."
For a long moment, she said nothing, her jaw tight, her chest rising and falling as she took a deep breath.
Finally, she exhaled. "This is the last time, Nash," she said, her voice calm but sharp, like a blade. "After this, you get your head straight. Understood?"
I nodded, unable to meet her gaze.
***
"Don't worry, I'll be right here in the hallway," I whispered to my wife, Serena, as she slipped into the man's room. I left the door slightly ajar, just enough for me to peer through the narrow crack and watch the scene unfold. The man inside, unaware of my presence, wouldn't have cared anyway. My heart raced with a cocktail of nerves and anticipation, the thrill of the forbidden igniting something deep within me.
Inside, the man sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but expectant. "You're finally here," he said, his voice low and warm, a smile curling his lips. "I've been waiting for you."
"Hi," Serena replied softly, her steps slow and deliberate as she approached him. Her eyes flicked toward the door, catching mine for a fleeting moment. Her hesitant expression seemed to ask, Are we really doing this? I gave her a subtle nod, my pulse quickening.
"Shall we begin?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of eagerness.
Serena nodded, her lips parting in a small, nervous smile. She glanced at me again looking for a final confirmation. I nodded yet again. She then gestured for him to stand, and as he did, she sank to her knees before him, her movements graceful yet deliberate. Her fingers, steady but teasing, reached for the button of his pants.
With a playful smile, she undid them, letting them fall to the floor. His erection sprang free, brushing against her cheek, flushed with a mix of arousal and nerves. It was undeniably larger than mine, a fact that sent a pang of unease through me, but also a surge of heat that made my breath catch. The contrast only heightened my desire to watch her.
"Damn," Serena murmured, her eyes widening as she took in his size. She looked up at him, her voice soft but bold. "You're… impressive."
"Better than your husband's?" he asked, a teasing edge to his tone.
She hesitated, then smirked. "To be honest, a little, yeah." Her fingers wrapped around him, her touch light but confident, and I felt a jolt of heat course through me. The sight of her hand on his dick, the way her fingers moved with slow, deliberate strokes, was intoxicating. My chest tightened with a strange mix of jealousy and exhilaration, each stroke she gave him amplifying my own arousal.
Serena's movements grew more rhythmic, her hand gliding smoothly along his length. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, and let a slow, deliberate drop of saliva fall from her lips onto him.
The act was so intimate, so brazen, that my heart pounded harder. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief, then pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the tip. She had become comfortable now.
I gripped the doorframe, my body thrumming with heat. The sight of her lips on him, the way she savored the moment, was almost too much to bear.
Her tongue followed, tracing slow, teasing circles around the head before sliding along his shaft. Each lick was deliberate, her movements confident yet sensual, and I could see the man's breathing grow heavier.
My own breath hitched, my body responding to every flick of her tongue. The jealousy burned hotter, but it only fueled my excitement, the two emotions twisting together into something raw and overwhelming.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Serena took him fully into her mouth, her lips enveloping him as she moved with a steady rhythm. The sight was electrifying, her head moving back and forth, her hands steadying herself against his thighs.
My chest heaved, my arousal peaking as I watched her lose herself in the act. The man groaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair, and I could feel the heat building within me, a fire stoked by every moment of her performance.
As she continued, her pace quickened, her movements more urgent. The man's breaths grew ragged, his body tensing, and I knew he was close. Serena sensed it too, I saw it in her eyes, an electric moment.
She pushed him further, her mouth working with skill and intensity until he let out a low, shuddering moan, his body convulsing as he climaxed. Serena didn't pull away; she stayed, taking everything, her eyes fluttering shut as she swallowed.
My body was alight with sensation, every nerve singing with the intensity of what I'd witnessed. I had never finished inside her mouth, and yet this man was allowed to. The jealousy, the excitement, the raw intimacy of it all collided within me, leaving me breathless.
Serena pulled back, her lips glistening, a faint smile playing on her face as she glanced toward the door again. Her eyes filled with slight guilt.
I just smiled back with excitement.
The man then gave a pouch to Serena, "Can we go a step further? I'll give you even more."
"Maybe next time." She said with a smile as she walked away from the man.
***
Author's Note: Thank you, guys, for the continued support with the power stones. College sucks that's why the updates are so slow.