Page 80 of Inconvenient Marriage
It’s the way she doesn’t immediately have an answer to that question… See, I was prepared to let her come on my hand, but you know what? I just changed my mind.
I pull my fingers out of her, stopping all stimulation. Instead, I lick my fingers clean of Annaliese’s sweet juices, smiling around the one in my mouth as she takes her leg back. She’s shaky, glaring down at me as I stay crouched in the dirt.
I give her my most innocent grin. “Something wrong, love?”
“You stopped,” she accuses me.
“I did.”
“You don’t… you don’t want to do this?” Her anger fades, replaced with confusion. “Oh. Okay. Um. If you could just hand me my leggings, then?—”
Fuck me. Once again, I’m screwing up. This is a biggie, too. Letting Annaliese think that I’m rejecting her instead of teasing her… Shit. This has Ward all over it. The second Dallas gives me the go sign, that lawyer is a dead man. Not only because he thinks he can target my brother, but for all the little ways he took something beautiful and left her beautifully broken.
I have to remember that. I can’t treat her like any other lover. She’snotany other lover. She’s Annaliese. She’smy wife, and if I need to remind her a hundred times instead of my own insecurities leading me to have her tell me again and again that I’m hers...
“I am your husband. Yourrealhusband. You’re my wife. That’s it. That’s all. I know it. You know it. And now we can consummate this fucking marriage for real.” I jerk open the button on my jeans. Yank on the zipper. Grab my cock rougher than I should.
I don’t care. I fucked up, letting her think I didn’t want her.
I willalwayswant her.
I stalk toward her. Stumbling back, eyes lit up in excitement, her back hits the tree again.
Scraping the shit out of my knuckles, I shove my hands behind her again. This time, I find bare skin under my dress shirt. Taking an ass cheek in each palm, I lift her up, urging her to wrap her legs around me.
Our eyes meet.
“How much do you want me? Tell me,” I demand.
“So much.”
I release a hand, using it to grip my cock at the base. “Say it again, Annaliese.”
“I. Want. You.”
It’s not ‘I love you’. I know I’ll have to wait a little longer than that. It’s only been two months after all, and she’s been hurt before. That’s fine. I have her now. I’ll haver her forever.
I find the entrance to her pussy, shoving hard, filling her with one quick thrust.
She gasps. I bury my face against her neck, scraping my teeth along the curve where it meets her shoulder. Then, voice muffled from where I’m sucking at the same spot, I tell her, “You’re mine. Saythat.”
I am insecure. I’m broken. I’m the black sheep, and the one who was never worth shit. The one time I thought I had someone who was mine, I was wrong. I need this woman. I need her to belong to me more than I need to breathe.
If she betrayed me, I would never survive it.
If she left me, I would follow right behind her.
If she runs, I’ll chase—and when I catch her again, she can’t expect a repeat performance ofthis.
I pull out just enough that, when I slam into her again, she feels it all the way through her body.
Her fingers clutch my shoulders, holding tight as she bounces on my dick. “I’m yours.”
Finally.
Every last restraint burns away. There’s no more teasing. No more taking it slow. Depending on her mood, Annaliese likes to be pampered, her body worshipped for hours. At other times, she likes it rough and fast, and if a part of me gets super fucking turned on seeing my prim, proper wife come apart as I fuck her like a goddamn animal… well, it’s nice to let myself go, too.
And that’s exactly what sex beneath the moonlight, with the woods surrounding us our only audience, calls for.
