"Oh yes! Right there! So good, so fucking good! Harder! Oh, I am coming, Mathis! I am fucking coming!" I wasn't really sure what was coming out of my mouth, nor did I really give a shit at the moment. I think I just had the best orgasm of my life in a shower stall, with a man I didn't know, but I was somehow fucking married to. Ain't life a kick in the head?
"Oh, baby, your cunt is so tight. It was made just for my cock. Mine only, Jennifer. This is my pussy now." He thrust harder and then I felt it. The hot flood of his come coated the inside of my cunt as he emptied his orgasm balls deep inside me. He was marking me from the inside out.
That was when I realized why it all felt so fucking good.
We didn't use a condom.
For the first time. In my entire life. I had unprotected sex.
I wanted to be sleeping, but I lay in bed, wide awake thinking about the events of the past twenty-four hours. After consummating our marriage in the shower earlier, I retreated again. What I felt for him as we ravaged each other was just too much. The back and forth battle we waged over power had completely melted away. Gone was our bickering. The fighting was nothing more than an afterthought as we took what we wanted from each other.
It was pleasure I never thought I could have and frankly it had scared the shit out of me. I should be sleeping, because I was beyond exhausted. But my mind wouldn't stop racing long enough to let me pass out.
The emotions were just too much for me to understand. They were new, and fucking terrifying. Shouldn't a grown woman at least be a little open to all of this? I mean, if I was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, I would live it up. I would ride off into the sunset with the sexy rich guy who wanted me just for me, even with my past. Oh, and the fucking accent. It was like I had died and gone to European heaven. Fuck!
Do I stay? Do I sneak out in the middle of the night while my gorgeous, rich, and amazing in the sack husband is fast asleep next to me? Do I stay and give whatever this is a real try? Do I file for divorce the second he isn't breathing down my neck? Shit! My parents...what was I going to tell them? I was sure my mother had called the apartment a dozen times thinking I was dead in a gutter somewhere. Their worst nightmare. Jesus. I needed a shot or something.
I slowly and extremely quietly pried myself from the bed, making my way for the bedroom door when his sleepy voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Where ya goin', love?"
I wished he wasn't so sweet sometimes. "Can't sleep. I'm gonna get a glass of water and lie on the couch for a bit. I don't want to keep you up." The truth rolled right off my tongue as much as I wanted to lie.
"Sure you aren't tryin' to leave me in the middle of the night?" He let out a quiet laugh as he rose up on one arm to watch me.
"No, I think I am past the running in the middle of the night stage. But, Mathis, tomorrow I have go to home. I know my parents are probably worried because I haven't been home to answer their calls. I have clients and work. I have responsibilities." My tone came across pleading, like I needed his approval to do shit that just simply needed to be done.
"Clients are gone. You aren't working for that pervert doctor anymore either. But we will make it a point to call your parents tomorrow and take a trip to your apartment together. Does that work for you, love?"
When he was sweet like this, I just wanted to give in. Give him anything and everything. Agree to whatever he wanted. But it also reminded me of everything I had run from over and over again throughout the years. "Yeah, I think that will work. We'll talk about it more in the morning. Go back to sleep."
"Jennifer Lynn Sunshine! I have been so worried about you! I thought you were dead!" My mother's voice shrieked through the other end of the phone.
I held the ear piece a foot away from my ear and could still make out every word she said.
Poor Mathis just stared with wide eyes as she continued on her tangent.
"I called every hospital in Las Vegas! The police! The doctor's office's emergency line. Jennifer, we were so scared!"
Lovely. Just fucking lovely. I loved my parents to death, but this was the exact reason why I left home. I just couldn't deal with this anymore.
"Mom, I am fine. Everything is okay. I was busy and didn't realize the phone was knocked off the hook. I'm sorry." Lies, lies, lies! Just as I was getting ready to end the conversation, a hand grabbed the receiver. I struggled to pull it back from Mathis, but I was no match for his strength. I held my breath and prayed he didn't say anything incriminating to my parents. Fuck! This was bad.
"Hello. Mrs. Sunshine?"
I could hear her screams from the other end of the phone again.
He held the phone out so I could listen in from a safe distance.
"Who is this? What have you done to my baby girl? Where is she? Is she safe?" The questions rambled on and on. Poor Mathis. Poor me.
"My name is Mathis Verlinden, and your daughter is my wife." The way wife rolled off of his tongue with that sexy European accent almost made me forget what he had just said. To my mother. Who was now screaming even louder on the other end of the phone.
"I cannot believe you just did that!" I whisper yelled at him, as he smiled bright. What a damn dick!
"I can completely understand your worry, Mrs. Sunshine. How about I have my pilot and private jet chartered out to..." He paused to look at me, and whispered, "Where are you from?"
"Kansas!" I whispered back.
"Out to Kansas tonight? We can get you all set up in a suite at the Bellagio and spend the week getting to know each other. I fully intend to take very good care of my Jennifer. I can assure you of that."
In all the years I have lived in Las Vegas, my parents never once would agree to travel here. One five minute phone conversation with my new husband and they were running to Sin City as fast as they could.
It had been one day.
And my life was fucking upside down.
Chapter Eight
The In-laws
Mathis
"I cannot believe you did that." Jennifer stared at me in disbelief.
I grinned. "What?"
"You … my parents have never been here to see me and now … " She frowned.
"Don't you want them here?" I asked and rose to my feet.
"Well … my mom … she's … innocent."
I chuckled. "I won't corrupt your mom, love. It's you I am dying to corrupt," I said, stepping behind her. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I pressed my thumbs into the tight knots of her back. "Stressed, Jennifer?"
She scoffed. "More like fucking confused as shit."
I knew how she felt. In all the years, I had never been the type to just go with it. I needed control. I needed to know what I was getting into before doing something, but since meeting her the night before, all rational thought flew out the fucking window.
She leaned her head back, resting it against my stomach and sighed. "That feels good."
My body stirred with memories of our shower. God, this woman could suck a man's cock. I wondered how far she could take it and I made a mental note of testing that theory later, or now depending on whether she kept up with those small noises that were leaving her lips.
"Are you close with your parents?" I asked, pushing my fingers into the muscles of her upper back.
"Yes, but they drive me bat shit crazy," she said, closing her eyes.
I wrapped a hand around her neck and leaned down, brushing my mouth along hers. The taste of her sweet lips made my body hum. I couldn't get enough. Ever.
"Tell me about them," I whispered.
"Later."
I smiled. "Why? Something else you want to talk about instead?" I gripped her jaw, licking into her mouth and ran my other hand under her dress, up her inner thigh. "You want me to fuck you again, Jennifer?"
Her breathing picked up and she spread her legs, opening to me. She tried to fight the connection we shared, but her body sure as hell didn't.
My fingers grazed over her bare mound. "Spread those milky white thighs for me, love," I demanded.
She did as I said and grabbed onto my wrist, guiding me.
My cock hardened, straining against my zipper. I loved it when a woman knew her body by the touch of her own hand and it was one of the hottest fucking things ever. "Show me what you want."
"I need you inside me." She panted.
I nipped her bottom lip, making her jump. "Show me."
Jennifer grabbed my hand and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. She moaned, clenching around me, her slick juices coating my fingers.
"Mathis."
"Show me," I growled against her mouth.
Holding my hand, she started moving my fingers in and out of her, building up momentum. Fuck, she was hot. For me. And she was mine. All fucking mine.
"Oh shit. Yes." Her hips moved back and forth against my hand as she fucked my fingers.