Outlaw Love (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (Furious Sons MC Book 1) by Sadie Grey

Chapter 1
     
    Sex makes people crazy, and a lack of sex makes people even crazier.
     
    I hadn’t had sex in over a year, which was especially sad since I’d been married for the previous five years.
     
    To be fair, two of those years of marriage were happy ones. The other three were pretty rocky. Not in a big a dramatic way, but in the boring “I’ve stopped caring” kind of way.
     
    My husband Terry and I fell into a rut. Every day seemed to blend together like we were sleepwalking. We got up, we went to work, we got home, we went to sleep. Just like that over and over without any changes.
     
    I could have lived with that boring life if it wasn’t for the fact that my sex life was dead in the water.
     
    When we’d first met, my husband and I fucked like rabbits. Every time we were alone together, we’d be naked and sweaty as soon as physically possible. It was part of the reason why I fell in love with him. The man had magic fingers. They knew all the secret spots on my body that made me squirm, and they knew all the spots inside me that revved me up until my body was on fire with lust.
     
    Then one day about a year ago the magic was gone. He just stopped touching me. He stopped kissing me. And he definitely stopped fucking me. I figured it was just a phase. That he was stressed from his job as a lawyer or that he just needed a little space.
     
    Then he started getting home late. He’d be cold and distant and he would immediately take a shower before doing anything else. As much as I didn’t think he was that kind of guy, I began to suspect that he was having an affair.
     
    So one night, while he was asleep, I checked his email. I knew it was a breach of trust, and I felt like a shitty person for doing it, but I had reached the end of my rope with our relationship. I had to know if he was cheating on me.
     
    What I found made me feel sick.
     
    I scanned through his inbox and I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Just work emails and spam. I checked his trash folder and there wasn’t anything incriminating in there either. I almost gave up, feeling silly for being so paranoid. But just to be sure, I checked his sent folder. That’s when I hit the mother lode.
     
    There were a shitload of emails addressed to his secretary, Michelle. They were full of filthy descriptions of the sordid things he was going to do to her. He talked about tying her up and fucking her on his desk. He talked about fucking her in the ass. He talked about all sorts of things I’d never even thought of doing.
     
    I was so mad at him.
     
    Even his affair was boring and cliche. Fucking his secretary? Ugh. She wasn’t even pretty. I mean, not that it would have made it better, but at least I could somehow understand the allure of cheating if he was trading up. But she was a giant step down, in my opinion.
     
    It was downright offensive.
     
    The emails spanned several months. I read through them for hours, reading and rereading the back and forth conversations of the illicit lovers. The earlier emails started tame and sweet, but as time went on, they got bolder and more descriptive.
     
    They described what they had done to each other and what they planned to do to each other in the future. It was insane, and despite the anger I was feeling, it was totally fucking hot.
     
    I found myself getting turned on. It started as a tingling clench in my belly and ended up as a burning need inside me that had me squirming in my chair. My lonely, neglected pussy needed attention.
     
    Even though a part of my brain knew it was wrong to pleasure myself to the thought of my husband seducing another woman, some dark part of my brain without morals had taken over. And that part of my brain was making me horny as hell. I needed release, and I needed it badly, no matter how wrong it seemed.
     
    Or maybe that was what turned me on. How wrong it was. Whatever the case, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
     
    I pulled my pajama shorts off,