Page 23 of Free-Falling
“Leave me alone…” Jagger groans as I hustle him outside of the doctor’s office. I don’t know how he’s talking right now because the dentist said his pain level should keep his mouth quiet.
“Jag, you need to stop talking.” I call his name. I’m exasperated. They took his wisdom teeth out, and he’s high off the anesthesia. “Let’s go.”
“No.” He wretches his arm out of my hands with a force causing me to stumble forward.
I drop my keys and bend over to pick it up. Jagger slaps my ass hard. “Mmm,” he groans. “Your ass is fucking juicy. Can I get a bite?” I seriously don’t know how he can talk right now.
“No. Now, stop fucking talking. You’re making your pain worse.” I said to him in my most stern voice. Jagger doesn’t talk back. He pouts to where I can’t help but crack a smile. “Please, come with me.”
I open the passenger door for Jagger, and he finally sits his big ass down. The relief on my face is so clear that he tilts his head at me. Jagger takes his legs out of the car and plants it on the cement ground, I am about to object but I’m not given the opportunity to. He hooks his fingers in my jeans belt loop and pulls me to him, then circles his arms around me.
“Jagger… we have to get you home.” I whisper as he lays his head on my shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“Home, Jagger.”
“No, just like this.” He replies. None of this is coherent enough for me.
“Jag, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Stay like this.” He says firmly.
I sigh. “Jag, I’d love to, but we can’t.”
“Baby…” He calls out to me and I feel like a thousand butterflies have erupted in my stomach. The richness and hoarseness of his voice doesn’t help either.
“Jag, don’t try and be sexy right now.”
He pulls me even closer in between his legs, hugging me super tight. “You think I’m sexy?”
I roll my eyes as I place my arms around him. “You don’t listen to me telling you to stop talking and you focus on something as dumb as a compliment right now. Are you not in pain?”
“Mmm…” He says as I feel his hands grip my ass cheeks hard then his hand lands hard on one ass cheek. “My dick is in pain.”
I don’t know how many times I’m going to sigh today. “Jagger, you’re not getting any pussy today until you feel better.”
“Hmmm but I want pussy, baby. Give me some fucking pussy, I’m horny.”
“Where Jagger? You want me to just lay down on the street and get some dick?” I ask sarcastically.
Jagger chuckles. “Noooo,” he says. “In the car, duh.”
I finally get out of his tight ass hold and cross my arms over my chest, pursing my lips at him. I glare at him, not saying a word. Jagger pouts like a little child but finally puts his legs in the car and slams his door. Oh, now he wants to be mad? I shake my head, making my way around to the driver side. I climb in and make sure he has his seat belt on. Once we’re both ready, Jagger turns laying his head down on a pillow I brought him just for this facing the window with his arms crossed now.
I haven’t even been driving for five minutes, and the silence is annoying to me. “Really, Jagger? The silent treatment?”
“I’m not giving you the silent treatment, I’m not as cruel as you.”
I snort. “I’m not cruel.”
“You are. Now, leave me alone, I’m going to sleep my blue balls away because my wife is a prude.” He turns to glare at me for added measure.
I can’t help but laugh because I know he doesn’t even mean any of this. I shake my head at this side of Jagger, he’s gone to sleep in less than a minute. It’s hilarious to me because it was his idea to hold off on sex not mine now look who’s being grumpy.
Chapter 8
Jagger
