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They were best friends, and the sex was more than enough to keep Chase satisfied and at bay.
    At least…for a little while.
    By the first full year of their marriage, Chase found himself feeling restless. Trisha was beautiful, fun to be around, and more than understanding of his lifestyle. They ‘clicked’. As she put it, they were each other’s person. But there was still something missing, and after meeting Layla Carter, Chase was beginning to understand what it was.
    Trisha didn’t have any fire in her, at least not in the way that Layla did. And while it was great that she let Chase do whatever he wanted without ever asking any questions, it was also Chase’s biggest problem with her. She should have cared when he was out late and came home smelling of another woman’s perfume. When she would find empty condom wrappers in the pockets of his ratty blue jeans while doing the laundry. When he disrespected her, time and time again, just to see if she would finally react. But she never did.
    In fact, Chase couldn’t think of a single time over the course of their relationship that she had reprimanded him for anything. She was too nice. Too perfect. Too understanding. And while that was exactly what had attracted Chase to Trisha in the first place, it was also what made him feel the most disheartened and bored.
    But now, he just needed a release.
     “Hey,” Chase said, stripping off his clothing and stepping in the shower behind his wife. He grabbed her by the curve of her waist, placing a wet kiss on the cusp of her neck, which was adorned with a slightly faded tattoo of a rose.
    “Hey baby,” Trisha said, reaching around to squeeze Chase’s muscular shoulder.
    He reached for a washcloth, lathering it with a bar of soap. Trisha turned around, taking it from his hands. She ran it over his chest, down over the V that led to Chase’s pubic bone.
    “How was your day?”
    She always asked, but Chase knew she didn’t really expect any answers. She was like her mother in that way. The dutiful wife. Only asking the questions she thought were appropriate.
    “Just fine.”
     Chase was giving her his standard answer. One stripped of any details. The things she didn’t want to know anyway. He grabbed at her as she nodded, attempting to step out of the shower. She grabbed at a towel that hung behind the door, but Chase pulled her back.
    “Just stay a second.”
    Never being one to protest, Trisha did as she was told. She turned around, looking up at her husband. He towered over her, his muscular body blocking any water from making contact with her own. As though on cue, she brought her lips to his chest, reaching down to clutch his manhood, which was concealed by a sea of blonde pubic hair.
    Chase groaned. It was the first time in a long time that he had pursued Trisha sexually, but he needed a release. The second woman in his life, Laura Beth, had taken off months ago. She had cited the fact that she “just didn’t feel like Chase cared enough about her,” as the reason. The last Chase heard, she and her pack of bike warming groupies were in Vegas – pursuing the members of a new club, Dark Spirit MC.
    In one quick move, Chase pinned Trisha against the wall of the shower. It was rougher than he usually was with her, but she didn’t stop him. Chase grabbed at Trisha’s soapy breasts, cupping one in each hand and giving them a squeeze as he thumbed at her erect nipples. An unexpected moan escaped the confines of her lips. He could feel the goose bumps forming on her arms as she gripped at his tattooed back for support.
    He brought her slender legs up around him as the water poured above them. Trisha’s honey blonde hair was soaking wet and sticking to her face. She looked beautiful. Chase couldn’t deny that. “Come here,” he groaned, reaching back to clumsily turn off the water. He pulled Trisha against his chest. A soft murmur escaped her lips, but she didn't object. She allowed Chase's lips to find hers,