Uncomplicated(20)

Shocked. No. Fucking ecstatic would explain how I was feeling right at  that minute. As I watched Jennifer push the pills out of the blister  package, and throw the now empty birth control container on the floor, I  stood there like a moron and stared at her. Asking me to make love to  her? She didn't have to ask me twice. I lifted her in my arms and  carried her to our bedroom before laying her gently on the bed. There  would be no rushing tonight. This was all for her. She stopped taking  the pills for me? Well, I was going to show her what making love was  really like.

"Mathis?"

I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead before releasing her  completely. Moving to the edge of the bed, I took off her red flats and  threw them behind me. They landed with a thud somewhere off in the  distance.

Jennifer giggled, her gaze following my movements.

Lowering to my knees, I brushed a finger up the length of her foot.

She jumped.

I grabbed her foot, pushing my thumbs into her heel and up into the arch.

She moaned. "Feels good."

"Did you know there are several pressure points in the foot? Most of which can turn someone on?"

Jennifer shook her head, her eyes darkening. Already she was turned on  and I hadn't even started yet. I moved my hand over her foot, massaging  and kneading as I went, before doing the same with the other.

By the time I was done giving her the foot massage of her life, she was panting and her cheeks were flushed.         

     



 

I grinned and moved up the length of her body, replacing my hands with my mouth.

"Mathis, come up here," she begged.

"No. Anticipation is key, love. You'll thank me in the end."

"I need you."

I chuckled and lightly nipped the skin just above her knee. "And you'll have me, but right now this is all for you."

She groaned and rubbed her hands down her face in frustration.

I would have laughed if I wasn't focused on getting to the place I  wanted most. Pulling her dress to her waist, I trailed a mixture of  kisses and licks up her inner thigh. "I want to taste you, love."

She looked down at me and licked her lips. "Please."

Grabbing her hips, I pulled her under me and bent her knees. "Open for me."

Jennifer spread her legs, and with some maneuvering had her dress up and  off her before I had time to process what she was doing.

The white lace lingerie stared back at me, covering her assets. God, she  was fucking beautiful. I gripped the sides of her panties. "Were these  expensive?"

"Yes."

"I'll buy you a new pair," I said as I ripped them clean off her body.

She grinned and tilted her head back, waiting.

I kissed her lower belly, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender. I loved  the smell of her skin and I couldn't get enough. My dick was threatening  to explode in my pants and at that moment, I didn't care if it did.  Placing light nips just above her bare mound, I almost couldn't take it  anymore. I needed to taste her. To have her come against my face. Her  orgasm on my tongue.

I spread her legs wider and brushed my thumbs over the soft pale folds of her pussy.

Her hips bucked under my touch. "Mathis," she breathed.

"Relax. Enjoy, because I'm about to devour my wife," I said, and with a  smooth stroke, I licked from her glistening opening to her clit. The  sweet nectar of her juices tingled against my taste buds. That was it. I  couldn't take it anymore and I covered her core with my mouth.

She gasped and cried out, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

I moaned, thrusting my tongue deep inside of her and stroked her clit with my thumb as I fucked her with my mouth.

She moaned, writhing against my face. "Oh, yes. Right there."

Replacing my mouth with my fingers, I thrust two into her, feeling her  pussy tighten around me. Spreading the folds of her hot cunt, I sucked  her clit into my mouth, making her scream my name almost instantly.

"Oh fuck. Yes. Oh, God, Mathis."

The sounds of her cries of pleasure were music to my ears. The thrusts  of my fingers deep inside her didn't let up and she came again, and a  third time before I decided she was ready for my cock. I sat back on my  hunches, ripped off my shirt and kicked my pants to the side before  covering her body with mine.

Our mouths met feverishly and I was back inside of her completely. Her  hands roamed down my back, scratching her nails into my skin as she dug  her heels into my ass. "Harder. Please."

I pulled her under me and deepened the kiss, thrusting into her with a  fervor we both craved and needed. Her pussy clenched around me,  squeezing me like a fist as she came hard while gasping for air. I  groaned, a tingle shooting down my back as I spilled my seed deep inside  of her. At that moment I realized that we could have just made a baby. I  didn't know how long it took. I didn't know if it would work right  away. But, there was always hope.

At first it was a game, but then I thought better of it. Yes, I thought  of stealing her pills and I did, but the guilt took over, so I had to  return them. But she actually wanted a baby with me. Me. Mathis  Verlinden. Maybe I was hanging out with Jennifer's Bible thumper parents  too much, but I would forever be grateful to the God almighty for  placing this woman unexpectedly in my life.







"How did you want this handled?" my brother asked me as I placed my feet on my desk.

Again insomnia took over and I had trudged out of bed at four something in the morning. I stifled a yawn. "Legally."

Yan chuckled. "Now why would you think I'd handle it any other kind of way?"

"Because you're like me, fucker," I bit out.

"Touché."

Although we just started talking again after all of these years, so many  issues had to get resolved, but right now the biggest one was Jude, and  keeping my wife safe. "What do you know about him?"

I sighed, pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned back in my chair.  "He's a rich daddy's boy. Silver spoon jammed in his face from the time  he was born. Has lots of money, but doesn't know what to do with it. He  wants to ruin my career, but I'm damn determined not to let that  happen."         

     



 

Yan scoffed. "Anyone with a brain would know that you didn't get all of  your money from just owning clubs. An ex-whore of a wife is not going to  faze them."

I was really starting to hate that word. There had to be something much  classier than whore. "Either way, he said he'd go after Jenny whether I  liked it or not. I don't care what he does to me, Yan. It's her I care  about."

"You know. I followed the business section of your life for years now."

"You did?" I asked, momentarily surprised by my brother's admission.

"Yes. I know we have our differences, but you're still blood," he  mumbled. "Anyway, I never would have pegged you for a man that would  settle down so quickly."

"Neither would I, until I met her. It's corny, but it was meant to be."

"I get that. Not saying I want it for myself, but what the fuck ever.  So, Jude … " I smiled at my brother's quick change in subject.

"Jude needs to leave my wife alone. Whatever happens, I want it done  quickly and legally, Yan. No messes. I don't want to have to clean up  after you."

"Is that how you've stayed out of jail all of these years?"

I smirked. "Nothing can be traced back to me."

"You do realize that you're on a phone. These fucking things can be tapped like a cheap hooker on the strip."

I laughed. "I'm good. I have a computer genius working with Dean."

"A computer genius? You have a fucking nerd working for you?"

Wouldn't Lucas Crane like to know that he'd being called a nerd? "That  doesn't matter. What's important is that we need to keep Jenny safe from  Jude."

A small gasp sounded from the door.

I jumped up and turned to find Jennifer standing at the door to my office.





Chapter Twenty-One

Shit Meet Fan

Jennifer





I quietly stood outside of Mathis' office, listening to his  conversation. I knew I shouldn't eavesdrop on my husband, but the moment  he left our bed in another one of his bouts of insomnia, I couldn't  help but follow. His conversation with Yan was friendly and carefree  until I heard his name. Why were they discussing Jude?

Since the night I saw him over their business dinner, his face haunted  me. His usual devilish look across the table made me know exactly what  he wanted from me. Nothing more than my body, which was how it had  always been between us. I wanted more for ages, but not any longer. I  never knew what I was looking for until Mathis steamrolled into my life.

As their conversation continued and their plans hatched, I gave away my presence when I let out an audible gasp. Shit!

"Yan, I gotta go. I will get back to you in a couple of hours." Mathis  disconnected the line and turned, stalking toward the cracked door where  I hid.

"Jenny?" His voice was strong and commanding. Almost as if he was pissed  off that I caught whatever he was plotting. I should be the one pissed,  not him. He had no right to be angry.