Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“You just want me for my body.”
He was joking, but there was something vulnerable in the statement, too. I was struggling not to get lost in sensation, but this was important. I took hold of his wrist, and held it off of me for a moment so I could gather the right words.
“Your body is divine. And of course, I love it. But that is not what this is about, Jack. You need to know that. I want you in my life. Not just as Peter’s daddy-uncle. Not just as a brother-in-law type of thing. Not just as a sometimes-lover. I want you as mine.”
Whoa. Okay, I said it. It was a vulnerable admission for me, too—I had no idea if he was even open to the concept of belonging to one woman, of having a true partner. We’d been play-acting through the wedding, but we’d never really discussed our thoughts about marriage and partnership. He might laugh in my face.
“You mean…what are you saying, Ellie? Spell it out for me.”
“I mean that I’m freaking in love with you, Jack! I want to be your real wife! I want to be your old lady for real. Do you get it now? Jeez!”
He had started laughing somewhere in the middle of that little speech, and when I realized it, I burned with humiliation.
Immediately, I was up and hunting for my panties, blushing like mad. All I wanted to do was get out of there alive. If I killed him in the process—well, accidents happened, right?
“Hold on—wait—stop it, Ellie. Shhht—Woman, stop.” He suddenly went all deep-voiced dom. Typical.
And he had me in a lock-hold from behind, with both my arms behind me held in one of his arms, his other arm wrapped around my front. I was almost in tears, but I was angry and confused and—
“Baby, are you telling me you wanna be in this with me, and you want me to be in this with you, for real, forever? For good? Did I hear you right?”
I said I was all-in, right? Walk the walk.
“Yeah, that’s what I was saying, before you started laughing at me. Now, I’m not so sure.”
He laughed again, and bit my neck for a second, giving me a tight squeeze at the same time.
“I thought you were marching in here to tell me you were leaving, that you had found somewhere else to go, and that you were getting as far away from me as you could, for good.”
“Why would you think that?” I struggled to turn around, to see his face. “No, seriously, why would you think that, Jack? I would never do that. Don’t you know that?”
“I don’t know. I just thought—it doesn’t matter. You’re serious?”
He was searching my eyes. And there I saw that vulnerability again. I melted.
“Yeah, Jack. I’m serious.”
“Thank fucking Christ.”
“Jack!” I swatted his arm.
“Jeez—sorry—baby, you gotta know, I’m all-in with you. With you, with Peter, with this marriage, everything. I’m all-in.”
My chest suddenly felt all bright and bubbly, and I grinned from ear to ear, then did my best to kiss his lights out. Once again he lifted me up, this time carrying me back to the door, and said, “I’m not letting go of you this time.”
“Please don’t.”
“Okay with you if we do this without protection? I’m clean. You on the pill or something?”
“Yeah, I am, actually. I’m clean, too. I don’t want us to use anything.”
He growl-grunted, hefted me up a bit more, and dove in for more kissing. One of his hands snuck under me to spread my juices around, playing with me, making sure I was ready for him.
Oh, I was ready. I was more than ready. And as soon as he realized it, he said, “Baby, I can’t wait…”
I reached down for him and guided his hard length into me, and we watched together as our bodies bonded. It was sexy and beautiful and right.
Our eyes met again, and we smiled and breathed in each other’s air, and began to move together against the door.
Our movements got stronger, louder, more desperate and fierce, as we met and retracted, pumping and grinding, over and over again.
He gave me his fingers again when he saw I was getting close, and I cried out as the world of sensation exploded around me.
He pumped into me a few more times, and muffled his sounds against my neck as he came.
And after, we melted into one another against the door for several long moments, our breaths heaving and our bodies slick with sweat.
When we finally came back to the world, we started laughing into each other’s eyes.
I really didn’t care if anyone out there was listening; this was all about me and Jack. We were finally a real thing. Our merging bodies were just the physical element of a much grander reality. It was fucking perfect—literally and figuratively.