Page 73 of Gin and Bear It

“You’re seeing a whole lot of me—oh.” He devours me and once again rids my brain of thought for a moment.

It’s a rarity, feeling like my mental slate is clear, and I savor it as much as he’s savoring my pussy. He nails it – he’s not overstimulating me or making me wonder what he’s even doing. I’m so lost in every swipe of his tongue and blast of warm breath against my center that I forget we switched positions so I could continue sucking him off.

I swipe my tongue over his tip and his fingers dig into my hips.

“Going to lose it fucking fast again,” he says, his voice muffled. “You taste so fucking good.”

I clench around nothing, taking his cock to the back of my throat the way I wish he were bottoming out in me. His fingers slide inside of me and that’s all it takes for me to break. I buck against his face, my whole body tensing with the waves. I keep him in the back of my throat as I moan, which makes him swear and come, hard. His hips jerk, and by some miracle, I don’t choke.

He murmurs something I can’t understand once I’ve slid off of him. “So good. C’mere.”

“Hm?” I crawl up next to him.

“Later,” he says, rolling us over so we’re spooning. “It’s late.”

We both pass out before we can say more.

Waking up in his arms and not immediately feeling the urge to launch myself away from him is a relief. I let myself savor the feeling of him pressed against me, all that bed-warm skin, and softly sigh.

“Did I wake you?” he asks.

“Hm?” I turn my head and cringe when my hair scratches against the cotton pillowcase—I forgot to put on my bonnet last night. “No.”

“Good.” He rolls away and I hear something drop onto his bedside table. “My phone is blowing up. Someone posted a video of me performing last night and it’s doing numbers.”

“Oh shit, really?”

“Yeah.” He rolls onto his back again and stares at the ceiling. “In retrospect, maybe I shouldn’t have said that shit about the song. I bet we’ll get a call from our lawyer about it.”

“But it’s true. Doesn’t that count for something?” I ask.

I hadn’t expected him to do what he did, but I’m proud that he felt he could. Once the dam cracked from telling me about what really happened to him, more came out, too.

“I hope so.” He runs a hand over his face.

“It’ll be okay,” I say, even though I don’t know if that’s true.

But it feels right. A lot of this—me, next to him in bed, naked and sated—feels right. Like we’re going in a positive direction even though it’s the last direction that I thought we’d ever go in.

He hasn’t outright said that he has feelings for me, but I can tell there’s more there than lust.

But we’re already married. Where do we even go from here?

His mind is still on his legal troubles, so I keep the worries to myself for now. It’s future Jada’s problem, and current Jada wants to cuddle before we’re forced to deal with reality.

TWENTY-TWO

ASH

I’d pushed the incident with the asshole at the bar to the back of my head, but I have to talk to JD about it today. It’s volunteer day with Stryker Liquors, so JD asked me to meet him at the Jepsen Animal Shelter parking lot since it’s on his way to the office. I was assigned here, along with Wes and the other bar staff.

Finally hooking up with Jada has relieved some tension I didn’t realize was weighing on me so much. Once we got back to Jepsen, we fooled around more before she had to launch into her weekly prep that she takes very seriously.

We didn’t talk about anything deeper or what this hooking up meant. We just fell into each other’s arms, getting each other off over and over again.

This morning, Jada pointedly avoided the deeper conversation about whatever we’ve done to our relationship, which I’m thankful for. I don’t think I’d be half as calm as I am if we’d actually spoken about what we are before I got to talk to JD.

I don’t know what Wes told JD about the incident, but since I wasn’t fired on the spot, I assume JD’s not raging mad.