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Uncomplicated(9)

By:Dawn Robertson & J. M. Walker


"Don't come."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

I released her and pulled her to her feet before bending her over my  table. Lifting her dress to her hips, I landed a hard swat on her bare  ass.

She gasped and glared at me over her shoulder.

I smirked and undid my belt. "What do you want?"

Her gaze traveled down to my now free erection and she licked her lips. "Is this thing sturdy?"

Now that's a woman after my own heart. I gripped her hair in my hand,  pushing her face first against the table and thrust into her hard.

She screamed my name, trembling beneath me. "Oh, fuck me. Harder, Mathis."

Her tight cunt wrapped around me, squeezing me in a vise like grip as my thrusts became rough and deeper. "That's it. Louder."

She whimpered and placed her hands on the tables, pushing back against me.

"Shit," I groaned, gripping her hips tight. From the first moment we kissed, I was done.

No longer having the control I always craved, I let the actions and  power of my thrusts take over as I pumped into her at a frantic speed.  Although it was surely going to leave marks, I reveled in seeing  evidence of where I'd been.

"Mathis. Oh, God. I can't. I-"

"Yes. You. Can. Come. Harder," I said between thrusts.

Her body squeezed me, milking my cock dry as she came hard.

A tingle shot from my balls, up my spine and straight into her body as I  released my come into her tight cunt. I pulled out and wrapped my hand  around my cock, spilling the rest of my seed onto her ass. I wanted to  mark her. Coat her. Make her mine.

We may have just met, but she was already a part of me. Etched into my soul. Forever.







"Don't look so scared," I said into Jennifer's ear as I wrapped a hand  around her jaw. I kissed her head and breathed, inhaling the sweet scent  of the lavender body soap on her skin.

"I'm not. It's just … it's been awhile since I've seen them," she mumbled.

The next day we had gone to the airport to pick up her parents. Jennifer  had told me that we could wait a couple of days or weeks before  bringing them here, but clearly her mother was worried. I wanted to get  that sorted as soon as possible and what better way than to fly them  out.

She chewed her bottom lip and sighed.

The sight made my blood hum. "Stop that or else I'm going to bite it."

She looked up at me, her cheeks going flush and she did it again.

I growled and placed a hard bruising kiss on her lips. As much as I  wanted to keep going, we were in public. Although, the exhibitionist  side of me thought maybe we could show these people a thing or two about  pleasing your partner in bed.

"God, even your kisses turn me on," she moaned against my mouth.

I chuckled and trailed my fingers down her arm before entwining them in her hand.

Jennifer frowned and looked down, watching the movement. Her gaze met  mine and something flashed in her beautiful blue eyes before she looked  away.         

     



 

She didn't look away quick enough because I saw it. I felt it too. Could  you fall in love with someone so fast? Was it possible? I was a man who  always got his way, but if there was any indication that I could not  make her happy, I would let her go. But after that look, everything was  settled. Marrying her was probably the fucking smartest decision I had  ever made.

A squeal of happiness interrupted my thoughts as Jennifer was pulled out of my grip.

I opened my mouth to protest when I realized an older woman was hugging her.

"Oh, Jenny. It's so good to see you. Are you hurt? Are you happy? Will  you please tell me what is going on?" The older woman with vibrant red  hair flowing down to her shoulders, held Jennifer's face in her hands.

"I'm fine, Mom. Please, let me go," Jennifer said, trying to shove out of her grip.

I bit back a chuckle. It amazed me that although she fucked for a  living, she wasn't into small touches of affection from those who loved  her. Well, no more. No more clients. It would be me and only me touching  her from now on.

"You must be Mathis," a large man said, his deep gruff voice invading my thoughts, and slightly intimidating me.

"Sir." I stuck out my hand and shook his in greeting. His graying hair  surrounded a face that was weathered due to the sun, but his blue eyes  shone with love as he watched his wife and daughter reunite.

"I heard you married my daughter," he bit out and placed a heavy hand on  my shoulder, forcing me to take a step back out of ear shot of the  women he clearly loved.

I nodded once.

"Why?"

I thought a moment. Why did I marry her? To fuck her? No, I could have  had that with no problems as long as I flashed a couple of bills in  front of her face. My stomach clenched. Nice fucking way to think about  your wife, Mathis.

But, I didn't know about her job or the clients she had. It was like she  was put on this Earth for me, to make me feel whole. Complete.  Something had been missing for the past couple of weeks, or maybe even  longer. My club, Club Rouge was doing well in New York and Club Maroon  would be fucking epic, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I craved it.  It controlled my thoughts, my actions and since meeting Jennifer two  days ago, I felt the hole in my life start to fill. Call me a pussy for  using these corny metaphors, but it was the fucking truth.

"Did you hear my question, boy?" Jennifer's father barked.

Oh, I heard him all right. My jaw tensed. Play it cool, Mathis. He had  every right to second guess my reasoning for marrying his daughter. I  would do the same. I had to respect the guy for that. "Why don't you  remind me?" I asked, not taking my gaze off of Jennifer and her mother.

The older man rolled his eyes. "Why did you marry my daughter?"

I said the first thing that came to mind. "It had to be."





Chapter Nine

Baptism by Fire

Jennifer





"Is he some kind of drug lord, Jennifer?"

Leave it to my mother to ask the single most ignorant question on planet Earth the moment she met my husband.

"That accent is what, Columbian?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"No, Mother. He is not a drug dealer. He isn't from South America either."

If you took every last ignorant stereotype about Bible Thumpers and  packaged them nicely together, you would get my parents. It was sad, but  true. The unintended backhanded racism. The ignorant stereotypes  perpetuated by Hollywood movies. And the suspicion of anyone who didn't  carry a Bible in their purse and throw around their Christian beliefs.

Just as Mathis neared with my annoyed looking father by his side, I  realized how little I actually knew about my husband. Nope, he was  European. But I had no freaking clue where he was actually from.

"Honey, what country is it that you are from again? I can never keep it  straight." I batted my eyelashes at him and acted genuinely clueless.

He picked up on my performance quickly as he wrapped his arm around my waist and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek.

"Bulgaria, honey."

"I was just telling my mother about your European heritage. You know, I  would love to travel to Europe someday." It was the truth. The only  place I ever had a desire to travel was Europe. The rich history always  fascinated me. You can keep the tropical islands and the muggy climates.  Give me some museums and ancient architecture and I would be a happy  girl. Oh, and let's not forget the food. This girl had curves for a damn  reason!

"How about for our honeymoon, love?" Honeymoon? Did couples like us get  those? I wanted to stomp on his foot, or slap him for being so fuckin'  cheeky with me. But, that would be the first thing to alert my parents  to the sham we had going on. Whatever the fuck we were doing I hadn't a  clue, because I still had yet to figure it out.         

     



 

"Oh, Mathis. I don't want a honeymoon."

Before he could reply, my mother interrupted us with her typical nosey behavior.

"How long have y'all been married?"

My eyes shot to Mathis and he smiled.

"Two days." He proudly announced as if he had won the lottery. His smile  spread from ear-to-ear, flashing his beautiful, pearly whites. God, his  smile.

My mother's face began to morph and I knew it was only a matter of time before she blew a gasket. Three, two, one...

"Two days? That is it? Jennifer, please tell me this is all a joke!" My  mother's red hair flipped to the side as she dropped her bags onto the  ground.

"No, Mother. It is not a joke. We were married on Saturday night." I  tried not to let my smile fade, but it was hard. Nothing I'd ever done  had been good enough for my parents, which was why I ran across the  country. I loved them to death, I really did. But their Christian  ideology of what a good Christian girl should do with her life was lost  when it came to me.

"By Elvis, right?" As the words left her mouth, Mathis' cool evaporated  into thin air. His jaw clenched and my body tensed because I knew  whatever would come next wasn't going to be pretty.

"My dear, Eloise," Mathis paused for a moment, "if I may call you  Eloise. Do you really think I would marry your beautiful daughter in  front of Elvis in some cheap Las Vegas cliché?" His grip on me  tightened. "My Jennifer deserves nothing but the best and while it may  not have been the most traditional wedding, I would never disrespect her  with an Elvis impersonator." And like that, Eloise met her match and  her mouth remained clamped shut until my father and Mathis exited the  Bellagio suite he had booked them for the week.