Page 93 of Stitch
I stripped and climbed up on top of my wife, easing my hard dick inside her from behind, and that’s when she yelped, and rocked onto her side, shoving me away as she moved.
What the fuck? I moved and she rolled over onto her back, smoothing the patch over her new tattoo. Damn.
“Sorry babe, I forgot. You okay?”
She nodded, dragging me back down on top of her.
“Gimme that big cock, husband man.”
Drunk Camille was horny as fuck, and I wasn’t about to let her down, sliding back inside her, and fucking her good and hard, the way she loved it. She was mine, and now I’d really staked my claim. My ring on her finger, and my fucking name on her body. Nobody could take her from me now.
Forty
We slept after ourconsummation fuck, and when I woke up, I felt like crap, and my side was throbbing. Did I sleep on the damn tattoo? Nobody told me it’d burn like that, and I felt like that was vital information a person should know.
Stitch was already up, and on his phone.
“Elise, this is ridiculous, just message me and let me know you’re okay.”
He slammed the phone on the counter, and gripped the surface with both hands, his muscles tense and bunched up.
“What’s wrong?”
“She always replies to my messages, Camille. Why the fuck hasn’t she replied?”
I checked the time on the silly motorbike clock on his wall, as I got out of bed, and took a few steps toward him.
“It’s barely six in the morning, Stitch. She might be asleep.”
He ran his hand through his hair. “Something isn’t right, babe. I can feel it. Something’s wrong.”
I wrapped my arms around him from behind.
“She’ll be fine. She’s probably happily snuggled up in her own bed at home, and has no idea you’re even trying to reach her.”
He turned and hugged me for a moment.
“You’re right. I’m gonna borrow the van and go check though, just to makesure.”
Someone banged on the door then, and I stepped away from Stitch so he could go and open it. It was Reacher, and Ice, and they both looked grim and worried.
“We have a serious fucking situation, brother.”
They both looked exhausted, and dropped onto the sofa, with Ice scrolling through something on his tablet the whole time.
“Well? You gonna fucking speak? Is it about Elise?”
Reacher frowned, rubbing his hands over his knees.
“Why the hell would it have anything to do with your sister?” He looked around him then.
“Jesus, you mean she’s not here?”
Oh god.
“Tell us.”
Ice was still fussing with his tablet, but he lifted his head for a moment.
