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I kiss her head as I remove my fingers. “Go to bed, Ainslee. I’m still not fucking you.”
Chapter 12
Ainslee
Itossed and turned all night until I felt Jagger. He pulled me in his arms and held me to him, which stopped me from getting a restless sleep.
In the morning, Jagger is already out of bed and getting breakfast started by the time I join him. “Hey,” I say and I go sit on a stool.
Jagger has his back to me. “I told you that there are certain things I don’t like in my house and that’s my wife coming to say hi to me like a stranger,” he turns to face me. “You’re my baby, come kiss me.”
I blink for a moment, not sure what to say to him. Jagger cocks his brow and waits for me. I get up and walk over to him. He leans closer to me, pulls me close to him and kisses me like the intense man that he is. I feel like I’m drowning, or rather I’m floating on clouds. He lets go of me and places his finger on my chin, making me look up at him. “Lesson three, when you see me, you kiss me. You don’t treat me like a stranger, I’m going to always be your husband so get used to it.”
Whoa. I’ve always known he would be my husband but the way he says it makes me melt all over again. I just want to cherish him for as long as I can. “I am, Jagger. I’m getting used to it and I don’t want you to think when I said I loved you I didn’t mean it because I meant it.”
Jagger smirks. “I know, sugar. I fucking know. Trust me, I don’t need you to tell me you love me every minute of every day or nothing like that but shit, don’t do what you did yesterday. If you were a grown ass man, that would be a whole different conversation, but you’re my girl, one who thinks I can’t reason with her. I know that it hurt you to see that, but baby, they seriously don’t matter. They never will. You sacrificed what you thought was your happiness for him and tell me, what did he do for you? Hmm?”
I nod. “I understand. I’m learning how to express myself, Jag. I know I suck at it, but I’m trying.”
“I know, I won’t force you, I’ll wait for you to come talk to me.”
I smile at this. “Okay.” I say. “Can I please hug you?” I whisper.
Jagger shrugs. “Can you?” He playfully asks.
I roll my eyes, shoving him. He doesn’t budge or anything. I turn to leave, and Jagger pulls me to him. “You’ll always run after me, won’t you?” I ask.
He scoffs. “Ready for another lesson?” He asks.
My entire body heats from head to toe. “Yes.”
Jagger’s hand dips inside of my shirt and caresses my skin until it’s on my nipple. Jagger plays with each one interchangeably and I feel him growing hard. “Hmm,” he grunts as his other hand dips into my panties. I throw my head on his chest as he snatches an orgasm from me so quick, I’m not sure I saw it coming.
“Lesson four, if you run, I’ll catch you but once I do, I’ll snatch an orgasm from you so fast, your world will be spinning. Don’t fuck with me, Ains. Never fuck with me, baby.”
“Oh, Jagger…” I say because that’s all I can manage.
He walks up toward the couch and bends me over it. Jagger removes my panties and before I wonder what he’s doing, a hard smack lands on my ass. It shocks me for a second and I don’t have time to process as he does it again. The third time his hand lands on my clit, I moan loudly.
“You know how much I wanted to angry-fuck you yesterday, Ainslee.” He groans as he lands a couple more slaps on my other ass cheek. I’ve never been spanked before Jagger but god, I love it. “You drive me fucking insane, Ains. How dare you place a gun to my head!” He shouts.
Shit, he’s still mad but I’m so damned turned on I don’t want to tell him but I love him like this. Jagger lifts me up like a rag doll, placing me on my knees at the edge of the couch. With no warning at all, he enters me from behind. The last time he did this, we were at the wedding but this time, there aren’t any distractions, no one else will pop up on us. Jagger lifts my shirt up and I take a deep breath.
“No, no, baby, focus. I want you to be vulnerable. Let me see you, that’s what you wanted, right?” He asks. “You wanted me to see you bare, vulnerable and ready for me to love you even harder, well then, pretty baby, let me see.” He leans down, kissing my scars, and I shudder.
I feel like he’s taunting me, but God, I can’t voice it because I’m so lost in him right now. I cry out as he increases his pace, rougher, harder, and dare I say it this is Jagger’s own way of making love to me. Jagger pulls out and turns me to him. He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t cry, Ainslee. I’m not here to make you fucking cry. I know I said you look pretty when you do it but not like this, baby, not like this.”
“I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m really no—.”
Jagger enters me again, and I need him to stop doing this to me. To stop taking my breath away like he does. I hold on to his shoulders as I wrap my legs around his waist. This pace is different, slower but still so rough. Jagger is beyond pure passion, he’s maddening. His love is like running on pure adrenaline except it won’t run out nor will you burn out.
“I love you, Ainslee,” when he says it again, I feel like I’m on the highest skyscraper feeling a different air hitting me. People at the bottom can’t feel how I feel and I never want to share his love. “Fuck, I don’t know when it started or if I’ve always loved you but baby, fuck, I won’t hurt you like that. I won’t ever step out. I need you to trust me, Ainslee,” he groans. “Trust me with your fucking life, because I do. I didn’t flinch when you pointed that gun at me and I never will but don’t do that shit again. Fuck, I want to hurt you in such a good way, but I’ll make love to you. Show you just how much with my body.”
I shudder because this is too good, so passionate and full of love, it’s suffocating. “Make love to me, Jag. I love you.” I pull him closer to me.
Jagger smirks. “I change my mind. I want you to tell me you love me every day. Fuck, it turns me on even more. Say it again, so I can make you cum, baby.”
“I love you.” I say to him.
