Page 97 of Sex. Love. Marriage.
“I’m the shit? You fucked my girlfriend.”
A hardened expression passes over Justice’s face. “She was mine first.”
“That doesn’t matter!” Jonas screams, shattered and clinging to his pride. “She made a commitment tome.”
Cool and collected, Justice shrugs one shoulder and half laughs. “And she didn’t mean it.”
Kelsey grabs hold of Justice’s arm, attempting to pull him toward her. “Justice, don’t.”
Jonas backs away, his hands up. “Whatever. Wedding’s off. The bride’s a whore.”
And he’s on his ass. Justice punches him right in the mouth. “I told you if you said that again, I’d make you eat your words.”
“Boys!” Aunt Linda yells, rushing toward them as they wrestle around on the ground.
Justice and Jonas, they’re like oil and water. They don’t mix. Ever. They’re so completely different from one another you wouldn’t even know they were related, let alone brothers.
The fight’s broken up pretty quickly and Jonas takes off, leaving Justice standing there, blood soaking the front of his shirt and tears in his eyes as he looks to Kelsey for her decision. By the looks of her expression, I don’t think she knows what to do.
Justice might not be the better man here, but he was the one willing to fight for his heart.
(To bed, hopefully.)
I CAN TELLyou all kinds of dirty details about the rest of the night. Like the fact that Justice didn’t wait for Kelsey’s answer. He pulled her into him and said, “I’m not the right one for you. I’ll fuck this up so many times, and you’ll be fifty and wondering if you made the right choice, but you will never ever have to doubt my love for you.”
It ended there. No, they didn’t get married, they’re far from that, but she did take his hand, for whatever reason.
Fisher, Kelly and Kelsey’s dad, he wasn’t having it and took to drinking and expressing his complete discontent for the situation. “Great, both my girls married dumbasses,” he mutters, finishing off a bottle of whiskey.
See? Told you he doesn’t like me.
None of that matters though because once I have Kelly upstairs and the kids tucked away in another room, I have my wife alone and I intend to show her how good make-up sex is. Have you heard that saying, you can’t fix a marriage overnight? It’s true, you can’t. You know what you can do? Fuck.
My palm finds her jaw. My thumb brushes over her cheek, keeping her under my tormented expression. My lips part, lids heavy, hers half closed. I’m tired but wanting to show her what she means to me, the only way I know how. “What do you want?” I ask, lowering my forehead to hers, pressing my eyes shut with force. “Please tell me you want sex because I just… sorry. I want you.”
Kelly laughs, rolling her eyes. “That would be okay, but I want you and your truth.”
I’m not entirely sure I know what that means. Guilt begins to surface. It’s my fault she doubted my love. You can only push someone away for so long before they fall off the cliff into self-doubt. I shut her out, and opening up to her was all she needed and everything I feared. I don’t get a reply out before she leans closer, pressure behind her lips this time as she kisses me properly. My palm slides to the side of her neck, holding her still while groans are exchanged and touches soften.
“You have my truth,” I murmur, never wanting to part my lips from hers. Reaching behind her, I unzip her dress. Her hands slip to the buttons of my shirt, fumbling with each one while trying to keep her lips on mine.
We give up kissing and shed the remainder of our clothes. I slip my hand between us, palming her pussy, finding those soft lips wet and ready for me. Flicking my finger across her clit, she shifts away from me, smiling.
With her hands on my shoulders, she pushes me back and turns me, my back to the bed. She forces me to lie down with a gentle shove. “You’ve been the one controlling our nights. Now it’s my turn.”
I nod, the need to claim my girl and bury myself deep inside her is going to have to wait until she’s done. Lacing my hands behind my head, I watch as she straddles me. Once I’m inside, she arches back, riding me, grinding herself into me. From this angle, I can see every inch of her upper body, her tits, the beautiful way her dark hair falls and cascades down her shoulders. She’s fucking stunning when she fucks.
Shit, I’m gonna come.
I fight it off, desperate to watch her come on my cock.
“That’s my girl. Use me to come,” I tell her, fighting off my own orgasm. “There you go,” I grunt, every muscle in my body tensing. “Come on, honey, get it.”
Everything I’m saying drives her forward until she’s shaking on top of me, her pussy tightening around my cock. Her mouth parts and I watch in fascination as she comes, moaning the softest sounds through her orgasm.
I hold onto her tightly, rolling us over so that I’m on top of her. Reaching underneath her, I grab a handful of her ass and drive myself into her, over and over, and over again, watching her tits bounce with each thrust. And then I come inside her.
As we both come down, we stare at one another. She’s watching me as if she wants to say something and I’m almost afraid of what it might be.
