Page 77 of Unbreakable
He squeezed the pooch below my belly button, cut with a horizontal scar. I whimpered his name, moving from my clit to cover his hand. It takes a very confident woman to be comfortable with that area being noticed during sex, and I was not fully that woman. I didn’t believe in feeling shame over my body because what does that accomplish? Still, it’s fair to say it wasn’t my favorite part of my body.
Dylan didn’t care.
“I love this part of you. You are this beautiful because you carried our babies. Own it. We made this part of you together, Jeanine. It’s fucking sexy as hell.”
Pleasure rushed from my toes, taking in my mostly clothed husband and my mostly naked self, his backward hat, his forever-stubbled face, his delicious scent, and those deep brown eyes that were my personal safe haven.
Everything we’d gone through in the past few months squealed its way into my brain on balding tires. Our eyes connected in the mirror, and I realized just how much I needed us to figure out our issues. I couldn’t let nights like tonight get away. This was worth saving.
“Dylan, I want us to work. I need us to make it through this.”
He nodded, his brow lowering and eyes going wide while he continued pumping into me. “We’re going to make it, Jeannie. I’m not letting you go again. I love you too much to lose you.”
“I love you, Dylan,” I cried, bracing my hands on the counter for leverage and letting my shoulders fall back against his chest.
“That’s it, baby. I’ve always got you.” His fingers returned to my clit, his circles getting more furious. “Let go for me. Eyes on me, on us. Watch how much we’re made for each other.”
I pressed my shoulders forward, intensifying the angle of his penetration and how he stroked my clit.
“You have to come too,” I choked out as his other hand met my shoulders, my hips bouncing back against him with every thrust.
He shook his head with a smirk. “Such a needy little cunt you’ve got.”
I met his gaze in the mirror. “But it’s yours.”
“All fuckin’ mine.”
I begged, I pleaded, I shifted all my weight to one leg as my focus went to our shared pleasure, to hooking my other leg around his hip to hold him close and spread me wide.
Cusses, names, cries, blinding stares, and collapsing into each other. His lips were on my neck as we fell back against the bathroom door. He cupped my breasts, and we shared a lazy smile in the mirror.
“Just like old times,” I said.
Dylan’s hand came to my jaw, moving it up so our eyes would meet. “Better than old times. We’re more now.”
THIRTY-ONE
JEANINE
NOW | DECEMBER
Rachel
I’m here. Waiting in the back
I wonder if this driver can double the speed limit
I want you here safely plz
“And you just left himstanding there in the garage?” Rachel Beatty’s eyes were wide as we sipped cocktails around a tiny table in the bar we used to love. We were reunited, and god, did it feel good. Obviously, I texted with her constantly, but having her in the same room was the best, easiest feeling.
I nodded solemnly.
“Oh, babe. You gave it to him good.”
I tossed my head to the side. “I hate to think of it like that. And I hate that I had to leave to get him to pay attention. I just hit my wall.”
She tossed back the bottom of her old fashioned, plucking the cherry out of the drink and catching it between her teeth.“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s better that you know when you’re at your limit and leave than staying and making everyone else lose it too. And you knew his mom was coming to help. You didn’t totally hang him out to dry.”
