Page 22 of If You Could Only Feel
“Gabriel, please,” she begged.
“Not until you fucking say it, Just.”
She pushed her ass back, trying to take more of me, but I held her hips still. She finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Yours, Gabriel. I’m yours. Only yours.”
I jack hammered into her body with a singular focus and it wasn’t long before she tightened around me and she was screaming out my name. A few thrusts later, I was joining her, unleashing whatever I had left in me.
We’ve been fucking for three days straight. My sources were depleting faster than they were generating. It was a weird experience to cum without streams and steams of semen to accompany the orgasm.
I finally pulled out of her, and grabbing the shampoo, I squirted some in my hand and proceeded to wash Justice’s hair. For the next half hour, I washed and scrubbed her clean and then surrendered the soap so she could do the same for me.
It felt…good.
Matrimonial.
We wrapped ourselves in the hotel robes and silently ate what we could, considering we were still slightly hungover, even after the shower. The silence was a comfortable one, but I knew we’d have to talk about our marriage at some point.
I didnotwant to leave here as a married couple only to end up going to separate homes. I understood that Justice had a career and a home and that she might not be keen on just uprooting her life and moving in with me, but we couldn’t live apart.
I didn’t regret marrying her and divorce was not an option, but I could have thought this through a little better. I suppose I could always commute. The drive was only an hour long. It would only be the late nights that would be a bitch to deal with, but I could do it.
I owed her.
I owed her six years of making her feel like she was second best. Hell, she probably didn’t even think she ranked that high. I had parents, three brothers and two sisters-in-law. Who knew where she thought she stood on my list of priorities.
Fuck.
I looked over at her quietly munching on some plain toast, and suddenly, I didn’t want to put it off any longer. “We can fly back tomorrow. I’ll pack some stuff and be at your place by the evening.”
The toast slipped through her fingers as she gaped at me. “Wh…what?”
I leaned forward, across the table, and said, “I sleep where my wife sleeps, Justice.”
Chapter 13
Justice~
It was Sunday night, and I kept straightening up my house because, even though Gabriel’s been here a million times, his arrival tonight was different.
My head was finally rejecting the final aftereffects of my drunken Las Vegas binge and the only evidence that remained was the stupid tattoo that decorated the prominent hill that made up my collarbone. When I made it home, showered and finally studied the piece of art, there was absolutely no way to deny I was drunk out of my mind. There was no way on earth I’d get a tattoo on such a painful part of my body had I been sober.
Hell, had I been sober, I wouldn’t have gotten a tattoo at all.
In very delicate script the tattoo read‘If you could only see me…’. It was done beautifully with small, accented designs floating around it. The only problem was that Gabriel had a very similar tattoo in the exact same spot, only his read‘I do…because you’re the only thing I do see.’. If we hadn’t been drunk and had actually been in love with each other, the tattoos would have been sweet. But since we were and we aren’t, they just felt ridiculous.
And now I was waiting for him to show up, suitcase in hand, because he was going to commute to work while we figured shit out.
What was there to figure out? We needed to get a divorce and move the hell on. I mean, once upon a time, this would have been everything I ever wanted, but I didn’t want Gabriel because we got drunk in Vegas or because he wasn’t ready to accept change.
He got upset because I said I wanted to start dating other people, and like a kid who’s never had to share his toys, he followed me to Las Vegas, and created a tattoo having, fraudulent marital mess.
I still loved him, though. That hadn’t changed. Even though I wasn’t letting love render me completely stupid, and I knew, realistically, I had to move on from Gabriel, I still loved him. I still craved him, and I still fantasized about having his little black-haired, green-eyed babies.
And then there was the silly, wistful girl who loved how the rings looked on her finger. Loved how Justice Buchanan just rolled off her tongue. Loved how Gabriel referred to me as his wife.
God, I was in such a chaotic shit storm.
I was about to fluff up the couch pillows once more when I heard the jingle of the doorknob. My stomach fluttered with…I don’t know what. I just know that the last time Gabriel was in my apartment, we fought, he fucked me and then he left me.
