“You’re going to struggle. You’re working part-time.” It was the only excuse she could think of. Chris was making it hard for her to want to say no. Everything he was saying was the truth. She shouldn’t feel this.
In this day and age she should want to be independent and make a life for herself. Men were not needed to get by.
Closing her eyes, she shut everything else out of her mind.
“I’ve got more money than I can stand. Working is something I do for the hell of it.”
“How?”
Chris looked at her. “Do you really want to know the answer?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Fine, I went to Vegas for several weekends. Instead of going to conventions for doctors, I went to the tables in high risk gambling.”
Okay, as an answer that surprised her.
“I gambled on everything I had.”
“You didn’t lose?”
“No, I didn’t lose. I won the rest of my fucking life in peace. I’ve got more than enough to keep me for several lifetimes,” he said.
“No one can win that much.”
“Yeah, how do you think I afford so much?” He was telling the truth. “I work because I spent so much of my life studying to be a doctor. It’s who I am.”
The towel he’d been wearing dropped to the floor. “Now, are you mine, or are you going to walk away from me?”
Walking away wasn’t an option for her. If she could walk away then she would have done it when he’d brought the first woman back to the apartment.
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked, looking up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Will there be other women? Will I have to slink off back to my own apartment when you’re fucking other women?” She couldn’t look at him right now.
He placed a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.
She opened her eyes and looked deep into his.
“No, there will never be another woman. I won’t look at another woman. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours.”
“But you’ll wear the trousers?” she asked.
“Yes.”
****
Chris waited for her to respond. There would never be another woman. Rachel would be all of his, and he’d show her right away what he wanted from her. A part of her was suited to him. The other part, the one that acknowledged him as her dead sister’s husband, was holding her back. Claire would want them to be together. He knew his wife better than Rachel.
Standing at the counter, he waited for her to give him her answer. Nothing was going to hold him back. Rachel was his woman, and no one was going to take that away from him, least of all Rachel. He’d fight her every step of the way.
They were doing this.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Rachel said.
Taking hold of her hands, he kissed each palm before laying them on the edge of the counter. He reached around her, gripping her ass and bringing her to the edge of the counter. In one quick move he slid deep inside her. Rachel’s arms went around his neck holding on to him. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. “I think you can do this. I know you can do this.”
Her wet cunt gripped him tightly. He’d never been with someone who was so responsive to him. Rachel kept her gaze on his at all times. Gripping her ass, he pulled out of her warmth, watching her reaction only to slam back inside.
She flung her head back letting out a moan. This was what he’d been missing. No other woman could compare to Rachel. She alone made him feel alive, and for the last three years whenever she wasn’t around, he felt like he was dying. Going to Vegas had been a desperate point inside him that had actually worked for him to be better off than he ever imagined. When he thought about the life he could have had if the Vegas trip went sour, he felt fear all over.
Rachel didn’t deserve someone unsteady. She needed to be grounded, and he’d finally become his old self. Nothing was going to stop them from being together. This was their fresh start together with nothing holding them back from each other.
“You’re mine, Rachel. We both know this.”
“I’m scared,” she said, dropping her head against his neck.
He held her tightly, closed his eyes and fucked her hard but slow. Chris felt her walls tremble around his shaft. She was so wet for him. Rachel was a dream come true. Her passions were the same as his. The other men she’d been with were clearly fucking idiots. No one deserved to be with her. He’d cherish every moment they’d spent together and would never take her for granted.
“It’s good to be scared. I’m scared, too.” He held her tightly. When she leaned back, edging back onto the counter, he dipped his head taking one of her large red-tipped nipples into his mouth.