Page 101 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

I looked around franticly, completely aware that anyone, at any moment, could walk outside and see me naked from the waist down, legs spread and bent over the picnic table.

“Jackson,” I gasped, looking over my shoulder. “Someone could see us.”

“So, let them watch.”

I heard the rasp of a zipper, and then his huge glorious girth pushed up inside of me. I mewed, my head dropped forward as he filled me completely.

“You like that?”

“Oh God,” I groaned, as I felt his big hands on my hips. He began to thrust into me without apology. Goosebumps covered my skin as I felt him pull my hips back and push harder up into me. He was huge, plundering into me without apology. The cool air on my naked skin was a contrast to the searing heat that was threatening to combust me. His movements were relentless as he penetrated me with both force and speed. I felt his teeth nip my shoulder, but all I could focus on was how filthy and erotic it felt to be taken in such a primal way.

“You think that maybe Mark wanted to bend you over the pool table and take you like this?”

“No,” I gasped, my entire body in overdrive. Rushes of pleasure washed over me with each powerful thrust.

I felt so exposed, and this situation felt so dangerous, so forbidden, all I could do was hold myself up against that table while my husband invaded me with a fierceness that was uniquely Jackson.

A dangerous throb pulsed inside of me as he pushed me towards the edge. I didn’t want this to end. I fought my climax.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “I think my wife needed a little reminder who she’s married to.”

“I remember,” I whimpered. My legs shook so hard that they were threatening to collapse beneath me. All I could focus on was his rigid length that invaded me with each delicious thrust. His big hand came around my neck, holding me in place and with that, I spasmed around him, flying apart with an earth-shattering orgasm.

“That’s it,” he hissed. And then he crushed me with long hard strokes before he swore with his release.

My entire body shuddered around him. Jello legs shook. Heart pounded. I stood there, clutching that table, while he pulled out. I heard his zipper come up and then strong hands pulled up my panties. He flipped my skirt back down over my thighs.

I turned around. We looked at each other. Both of us still breathing hard. He dropped a hard kiss on my lips. “Don’t forget again.”

After that performance. I just might.

I was half dazed as he took my hand and led me back into the bar. He dropped me back off to where the women were still sitting around talking. On shaking legs, I dropped to my seat.

“Hey, where did you go?” Lauren asked.

“Just went to get some air,” my voice shook. I looked over to where Jackson stood and talked to some guys. He took a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving my face. I looked around the bar. Harper was nowhere to be found.

My husband had wholly ravished me. In a public place. I wanted to laugh and cover my face and blush with embarrassment. Instead, I just sat there with the women. I laughed and talked, pretending that everything was okay, but my body felt like it was in overdrive.

Countless times, I would look up, my eyes seeking out Jackson. It didn’t matter where he was. Talking to his buddies. Playing pool. Sitting at the table. Every time I looked up, he was already watching me with a dark, impossible-to-read expression on his face. A look that made my knees weak.

I should be furious about how he manhandled me. I should be insulted that he thought I would cheat on him with the skinny, gentle kid who was teaching me to play pool. The truth? I loved every single second of his intense gaze, the ferocious way he took me and how it made me feel so desired and wanted. It filled me with hope.

The strange idea that Jackson could be jealous of Burger kid filled me with more hope than I had felt in months. There was an equally good chance that this was just the Navy SEAL part of him that didn’t like to lose, but I clung to the idea that maybe there was a tiny part of him that cared.

By the timewe left the bar, I was dead on my feet. It was a good four hours past my usual bedtime, and I wanted to lie down and shut my eyes. We were silent in the cab, and I felt myself nodding off. Ifelt Jackson lift me across the back seat and then I was snuggling up against him.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. Loving how warm he was, how good he smelled.

It seemed like only a moment had passed and then Jackson was talking to me. “Come on. We’re home.”

I was so tired I felt drunk. I brushed my teeth and collapsed in bed.

I wokeup to light streaming into the bedroom and the sound of Jackson talking to Chloe. I smiled into my pillow.

“What do you think, do you think this goes here?”

No response from Chloe.

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