Page 21 of If You Could Only Feel
She hadn’t let me comment as she explained how it was no longer enough, though. She wanted real love with a real boyfriend who took her on real dates and wasn’t ashamed of her.
I loved Justice. Always have. So, love wasn’t an issue when I married her, but even I can admit I did it here and now because her accusation that I was ashamed of her had boiled my blood.
I was not ashamed of her.
I’veneverbeen ashamed of her.
At first, my issue was my father’s stance on the opposite sex. He thought women were the devil, and he warned us constantly to be on our guard against them. He didn’t approve of us running around getting laid and he had really believed that, when the time came, he would be the one to pick our respectable, appropriate brides.
Mason had ended that fairy tale the second he couldn’t stay away from Shane any longer. And Michael had been right. I had our father as an excuse the first couple of years, but I didn’t have an excuse for my behavior for the past four. Well, other than being a self-absorbed bastard, that is.
When Justice said she wanted a man who wasn’t ashamed of her. I had dragged her drunken ass to the registrar’s office, got a license and made our way to the nearest wedding chapel.
We recited the traditional vows, and pulling out the rings I had bought when I first got to Las Vegas, slipped them on, kissed her and a marriage was born.
And, all, without a pre-nup. Because, in all honesty, if Justice ever did leave me, the rest of what I had wouldn’t be worth a shit.
I was finally going to get around to taking an actual shower, with soap and all, when I heard the door creak open. “The food’s here.”
“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
The door shut, and I took a deep breath. I loved this girlsomuch, but I had no idea how to connect with her outside the bedroom. Or sober, apparently.
My body jolted in surprise when the shower door swung open. I turned my head to find a naked Justice standing just outside the shower. “I need a shower too,” she said, timidly.
And I needed my dick in her pussy, but I didn’t say that. Instead, I just simply stepped aside and allowed her room to enter. She stepped under the showerhead and the water turned her mermaid colored hair into a flowing prism of colors.
When she turned her back towards me and reached for the soap in the holder, her wedding rings sparkled with so much shine, I lost it.
I grabbed her by her hips, shoved her up against the wall and pressed her hands against the tile over her head.
I wanted to stare at those rings while I fucked her.
I wanted to fuck my wife again.
“Gabriel…”
“You don’t know what you’ve done, Justice,” I told her.
Holding her left arm hostage above her head with one hand, I let my other hand trail over her shoulders, down her spine and in between the crease of her ass cheeks. I could feel the ridges of her tight, puckered ass from being overused last night.
As water sluiced down our bodies adding lubrication, I eased a finger inside her ass. She moaned. “Wh…what do you mean?”
“I mean, before when you were just my girlfriend, I had complete control of your body and what I wanted to do with it.” I slowly pulled and pushed with my finger, getting her ready for another hard ass fucking. “But now that you’re mywife…” She whimpered. “…now that I’m yourhusband,that means I fuckingownyou, Justice.”
“Gabe…”
“I fuckingownyou,” I repeated. “And that means your little ultimatum was more of a premonition than anything, Justice.” I nipped at the shell of her ear. “Now I really can do whatever I want to, whenever I want to, however the fuck I want to.”
I grabbed her hip and pulled her ass out. I was so much taller than her, but it wasn’t a hardship to bend my knees and line my cock up against her ass. I eased in and she let out a sorrowful whimper. I knew she was sore, but I was making a point here.
The fuck I’d ever let her divorce me.
Once I was seated to the hilt, I made more demands of her. “Say it, Just,” I ordered. “Tell me you’re mine and I own every inch of you.” She didn’t answer me fast enough, so I started pounding into her until she was begging me to cum inside her. “If you want my cum, fucking say it!”
“Yours, Gabriel,” she finally conceded. “It’s all yours.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more pissed at her. “Notit,” I growled.“You.”
