Uncomplicated(14)

"You aren't going anywhere. We are going to talk about this, stop being fucking rash, Jennifer."

His voice sent a chill through my body. I loved it and I hated it all at  once. My body was such a bitch for betraying me, because I knew he  could feel that.

"I need you to just let me go, Mathis." I felt defeated when the words  left my mouth. I wanted to crumple onto the floor and curl into a ball.  Maybe have a good cry.

His hands let me go, but before I could make a run for it, he was spinning me around to face him.

The second I got my bearings, I hauled off and slapped him again. God,  it felt so damn good when my palm came in contact with his face.

His hand forcefully grabbed my wrist. "That is the last time you are going to do that. I let it slide, twice. Not again."

"Then just let me go! Can't you see I am fucking up your world, Mathis?  Tonight was just the tip of the iceberg! It isn't going to end. They are  going to look down on you just as they have looked down on me all these  years. The only difference is I never cared until now. I hate how they  judge you. You deserve better. You deserve so much better than a cheap  hooker for a wife!" Everything I had been feeling purged from my body as  I continued to yell and fight him.

"If it isn't Jude, it is going to be someone else. All ages. All races.  Men, women, frat boys, old men with dicks that never even worked.  Mathis! This is what you married!" The tears began to fall as he wrapped  his arms around me once again.

"Please don't. Please just let me go, Mathis. You can walk away with all your money. I don't want anything. Just let me go."

His grip tightened and I was sure I would have bruises in the morning, imprints of his fingers all over my body.

"I'll never let you go, Jennifer. I don't care what anyone has to say.  You are mine and I am yours. End of story." His fingers wiped my tears  away and before I realized what was happening, I was in his arms, and he  was carrying my naked body across the room to the bed.

"I don't care about everyone else..." His words blanketed me in a  comfort I had never known, as he slowly began to kiss every inch of my  body. "I only care about you. You are beautiful. You are everything I  never knew I always wanted in life. It is going to take a lot more than  Jude Emerson to make me walk away from you."

"What did I ever do in life to deserve you?" I asked him as he cherished  my body inch-by-inch. We were both still naked from our attempts at  bathing separately. From him trying to take me on the counter. Him  trying to take control of the situation.

I wanted to feel him make love to me, but tonight the roles needed to be  reversed. I needed to make it up to him. I needed to make him know it  was okay, and I was going to at least try to stop running every chance I  got. I needed to make love to him. Cherish him. Show him without words  how much I loved him.

I pushed at his body and rolled him onto his back.

Concern flashed in his heated stare and I knew he was expecting me to  bolt or fight him again. "Relax, let me make love to you, Mathis."

I started at his neck, kissing and licking my way down his body, only  stopping when his cock came into view. I wrapped my lips around his  erection and pumped his cock with my fist. Up and down, only stopping  when I felt the head pressing against the back of my throat. My tongue  ran along the tip again, his dick jerking in my mouth. His balls began  to tighten, and I pulled his cock free from my mouth. He groaned, but  that would just be too easy. I loved knowing exactly what to do with my  mouth to bring him to the edge of pleasure.

I seductively crawled up his body, stopping when my tits finally came in contact with his eager mouth.

His tongue swirled around my puckered nipples as his hands roamed freely over every inch of my body.

I moaned in appreciation of his oral skills, but I had to pull away  because I needed him inside me right this second, more than anything in  the world.

His big cock pressed against my soaking wet cunt and I rocked my ass  until he pressed between my folds. I only stopped once he was fully  seated deep inside me.         

     



 

He sat up, making his way to my tits again, and I wrapped my legs around  his body before I slowly started rocking with him deep inside me. I  could feel the head of his dick bottoming out inside me and I gasped  with absolute pleasure.

I kept moving my hips back and forth, panting as my orgasm started to build deep inside my pussy.

His mouth sucked and bit on my nipples, pinching and rolling the other  between his strong fingers, bringing me closer to the brink of pleasure.

My head fell back in ecstasy as his dick rubbed along my sweet spot and finally I tipped over the edge.

"Oh, God..." I breathed out in between moans of pleasure, each pant and noise encouraging him.

"Fuck, I love you," he growled as I felt his dick empty inside of my cunt.

"I love you too, Mathis."







As we walked through the mall, I dragged my mother into shop after shop.  Mathis' only instructions were to come home with a large credit card  bill, and my mother was making it damn near impossible. Me, on the other  hand, easy peasy! Even though we had made up last night, and by made  up, I mean had the most amazing sex all night long, I was still kind of  ticked off at him. Knowing that no matter how much I spent I could cover  the bill with my savings account, made it okay, though. At least in my  eyes.

"How about this hat, Mom? It would be perfect for church."

She shrugged without saying a word. Something completely unlike my mother. Normally she never shut up.

"Okay, Mom. What's wrong?" I didn't want to push her, because she could  be hard to deal with, but something was seriously eating at her and I  wanted to know what it was. Come to think of it, I probably didn't want  to know, but curiosity killed the cat. Or the ginger. Whatever.

"This Mathis guy...are you happy, Jennifer? This all seems so strange."

Bingo. I knew it was my husband. What do you say when you don't even know the answer to the question?

"Mom, don't worry about my marriage. We are happy. Don't you see it when  we are together?" Which was the truth, one damn fight in our  whole...what...three days of marriage. That should be some kind of  record right?

"I know, I just worry about you, Jenny. Are you pregnant?"

I almost tripped over the manikin displaying a hot sequined dress. I  couldn't help but laugh at her assumption, but I guessed being from the  Midwest it was a pretty suitable assumption.

"No, Mother. I am not pregnant."

"Then what was the hurry?"

There was no answer, so I just shrugged as I grabbed the attention of  the girl working behind the counter. That dress would be mine and I  would knock my husband's socks off with it. My train of thought had  changed so much in the past few days.

"Do you love him?"

Damn, she was really doing a great job of screwing with my shopping game today.

"Yes, I do love him."

I guessed that finally answered that question.

But how do you fall head over heels in love with someone in a whole handful of days?





Chapter Fourteen

Shit Has Hit the Fan

Mathis





The clients I was meeting for lunch were late. I was usually a laid back  person, but when it came to business, everything had to be spot on. On  time. Smooth. My biggest pet peeves were these cocky types that felt  they could walk all over me because they fucking had more money. Who the  hell cared? I had money too, but you didn't see me taking advantage of  people. Or monopolizing their time. Okay, maybe I did. But that was no  more. I almost busted out laughing. Who would have thought that Mathis  Verlinden would change his ways? Be a better person? Not me, that's for  damn sure. But I was certainly enjoying my new skin.

There were a few certain people that would shit bricks if they found out  that I had married. I guessed it was only time before they knew since  my face was plastered all over the Vegas papers.

I took a sip of the red wine, letting the fruity taste seep into my  taste buds before swallowing. I always enjoyed a good glass of red. Red.

My pants tightened, my thoughts scattering to images of a pale, curvy  red headed thing that I had sent out shopping with her mom. I shook my  head. Jennifer's parents were something else. They put Bible thumpers to  shame. I was all for religion, a higher power, and things like that,  but don't force me to believe what you believe. I knew there was a God. I  knew my sins, and I knew I would have to fucking pay for them. No one  had a right to judge others.

I shook my head, ridding myself of my inner rant and thought about the  one thing that had invaded my mind since she walked into my club a  couple of nights before.

Jennifer or Jenny Sunshine. I sighed. That woman was going to be the  death of me and I fucking loved it. Every minute of it. Every inch of  her.         

     



 

She was still pissed at me. I could tell, but I was thankful that we had  made up somewhat last night. Letting her make love to me was one of the  hardest things I ever had to do, but she needed it. I needed it. I  didn't plan on giving her that much control in the future, though. I  just couldn't, no matter how hard I tried.