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I love and hate that answer. “Fuck, I miss your legs wrapped around my head while you come all over my face; your tight pussy squeezing my fingers… Are you wet for me, princess?”
Yes.
Gripping my cock, I slowly stroke up and down my shaft, imagining it’s her warm, wet cunt instead. “Slip those fingers between your legs, circle that slippery clit like I would. You have to be quiet for me. He doesn’t deserve to hear you. Who gets to hear you come?”
Only you.
“That’s right, my little wife, you’remine. Your orgasms belong to me now.” I selfishly tug harder on my cock, swiping my thumb over the head to wipe away the leaking precum, wishing it was her tongue. “I know you miss wrapping that perfect pussy around my cock, riding me until I let you come… Should I let you come tonight? Or make you wait until I can fuck you myself?”
Don’t make me wait, Alex. I’m so close.
Show me.
Jaclyn sends me a picture of her glistening pussy, illuminated with flash, her fingers spreading her wide for me… and there’s a small, braided cotton string. I’m such an asshole for forgetting she’s in her period, but the fact that she’s willing to send it to me anyway has me so fucking hard. The ache to have her again is unbearable. I don’t just want to sink myself inside her, I wanther.
“If you’ve been my good little wife, come for me. I want you to soak the bed, wishing I was there to lap up every last drop.”
Will you come with me?
“I’m going to come deep inside you, filling you so full you’ll feel me dripping down your legs the rest of the day, desperate for me to fill you again.”
My sexy little minx sends me a voice note, and I have to turn the volume all the way up to hear it properly. There’s heavy breathing and delicious moans until she whimpers my name as she comes. It fucking does me in. My balls tighten, and in four long strokes, I come all over my stomach, struggling to catch my breath.
“You’re mine, Jaclyn,” I pant. “My hand will never in a million years compare to you. The next time you come will be around my cock, with me buried deep in your tight, wet pussy. Understood?”
I’ll be touching myself every night, wishing it was you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.
I can’t help my smile at her adorable defiance and type outmy reply.
Good night, my beautiful wife. I’ll be seeing you very soon.
I change her name in my phone from ‘Jaclyn Blake’ to ‘Wife,’ and toss my phone onto the bed. Grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, I wipe the cum off my stomach, then get up to take a shower.
As I let the hot water beat down on me, I’m acutely aware that I’m in over my head, realization after realization crippling me. “Fuck.” I pound my fist against the shower wall, though it gives me no relief from my shitty situation. We both know she’ll never be free of my brother. Why am I torturing myself by letting this go on? No matter how much I want her, it’s going to hurt too damn much to see her standing next to Chris if I fail.
Finn wants me to work some sort of political magic, but there’s no way in hell Chris will step aside for Jaclyn. She could unite the country, actually listen to both sides like a good, selfless leader should. I have to find a way—not for the Gallaghers and whatever twisted plan they have for her. Because it’s the right thing to do for the country.
And for me. I want Jaclyn for myself, and I’d give just about anything to have her.
Chapter 31
Chris
Listening to Jaclyn touch herself last night was torture. A torture I deserve after what I’ve done. Her moaning my brother’s name hurt; it’s worse than I thought. In a few short days, he’s stolen her from me, and I’m determined now more than ever to get her back. For years, I’ve taken her for granted.
That ends today.
With her still sound asleep, I slide out of bed, feeling more sore than usual. My body is also fighting a strange dichotomy—my mind is calm, but my heart is racing. I check the medication on the bedside table, and there’s a small chance I took two of my ADHD medication today, instead of the painkillers.
No wonder I had a heart attack on our wedding day...
When I get back home, I’m buying one of those pill dispensers that divide by day.
As I attempt to stand, I groan, not just from the pain. It wakes Jaclyn, and she stirs behind me. “What time is it?”
“Go back to sleep.” It comes out gruffer than I intended. “Sorry, I just need to grab a glass of water and take my pain meds.”
“Stay put, I’ll get it for you,” she offers, rustling behind me.
