Page 32 of Ruthless Love

I tilt my head back down so that I can look at her. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding. “Yes, oh my God, yes.” She braces heavily against the headboard, pushing against me. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Cain.”

“Never.” I make the promise. Reaching up, I hook my hand around her neck, squeezing lightly. Her pussy floods, and fuck if that doesn't feel amazing.

Looking down between us, I’m mesmerized by the sight of my body going into hers, by the way she feels as she tightens against me.

“I’m close,” she pants, digging her other foot into the bed, using it as leverage.

Even though I didn’t think I could, I pick up the pace, thrusting with abandonment into her. She tightens against me with a scream. “Cain, yes, oh my God, yes!”

She’s beautiful in her pleasure and it’s all I need to see in order to push me over the edge. My whole body tightens and words fall out of my mouth as I spill inside her, groaning so deep in my throat it’s a growl.

“Fuck. Me.”

I let out a breath as I fall forward onto her body. She catches me, running her hands up and down my back as we both breathehard. We’re sweating, every bit of us touching, and I realize I’ve never felt this close to another person in my life.

Kissing her softly on the neck, I chuckle. “I think you blew my mind, wife.”

She giggles, running her nails down my chest. “I’m not sure I can walk.”

“Then my job here is done.”

TWENTY-FIVE

MARISSA

As we get dressedthe next morning, we cut our eyes at one another. It's the look of two people who did things last night that they aren't sure they can face in the light of the morning.

"Was last night as good for you as it was for me?" He asks quietly, buttoning up his shirt. He's got on a nice pair of jeans and the boots I bought him so many years ago.

Glancing over at him, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, thinking back to the way he had me spread out on the bed. The way his hand was wrapped around my throat. "It was amazing. Truthfully, everything I've ever wanted you to do. I kind of feel like we should pray for our souls this morning."

He laughs, coming over to stand in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Maybe when we pray, I'll add a little something on."

Joking as we're getting ready for church is something we used to do all the time. Toward the end, before I left him, we didn't have this. It was somber as we got ready. There were no inside jokes, no giggling and touching. It was so straightforward and cold. I never want to go back to where we were before.

"Are you ready?" He asks, as he brushes his hands down his torso. "We don't wanna be late. They'll make an example of us."

Right now, I don't want any more attention than we already get. "Ready if you are."

It's a short five-minute drive to the church we were married in. I've gone to this one most of my life. It was after a youth group meeting that Cain started hanging around me. I wanted so badly for him to ask me to go out, but I guess hoping for that at church was a little too much to ask.

We go in, waving at friends and both sets of our parents as we do. Everyone's gazes go down to where our hands are clasped. It occurs to me it's been a long time since we were seen together in public like this, and an even longer time since we were this happy in public.

Charlene sees me from where she sits at the front. The wink she gives me makes me giggle, and as Cain and I have a seat, he leans in. "What are you giggling at?"

"Something you wouldn't understand. It's book stuff."

His hand is on my thigh as the sermon starts, and in this moment, I know we're exactly where we need to be.

"I'm soglad it's here." I clap my hands as Alex pulls the window out of the bed of his truck the next day. But I'm confused as I see more there. "I only paid for one, right?"

"You did, but Cain asked that I take care of the rest of them, too. He paid for it," he says, giving me a grin.

This makes my stomach hurt, although I don't understand why. We're married, our bank account is connected; or it was until I left. When I got the lease for Enchanted Chapters, I opened another one, and started depositing my paychecks into that one. There was a part of me that didn't want Cain to see how broke I was, how hard it was to start a business.

There's also a big part of me that counts on myself before it counts on anyone else. I want to be independent, to not have to count on Cain for anything. The fact he didn't discuss this with me hurts. Especially after what we shared during the past few days. Me handing my pleasure off to him, going to church together, and being seen out in the community.

"He didn't tell me, but thank you so much."

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