Page 38 of Free-Falling
Jagger rubs my clit, and he kisses me hard. I’m pretty sure I’ve self combusted at this point. Jagger groans loud and long, then he comes. “I fucking love you too, Ainslee Hanlon.”
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I sit down on the floor in the walk-in closet as Jagger gets ready for work. I was what my middle name should be,petty. I double-tap Lina’s announcement and obnoxious way of announcement via pregnancy test. I even add in a congratulation in her comments, but after that, I go back to managing my page and shit. I check out my tagged pictures and I can’t help but smile. Jagger tagged me in a picture he took at our wedding. I don’t even know when he had time to do this or how I didn’t notice. It was before the whole ceremony and I was sitting outside on top of the bench with my feet on the seat. I don’t know why I went outside, but I needed that fresh air. I couldn’t help but smile because of the sun. Everything made me sad, but the moment I leaned back a bit, my hands stretching out to the sides and my feet bare, everything felt good in that second. Jagger’s caption makes me smile harder.Let’s be a little less lonely together.
I look at the date of when he posted it, yesterday. The comments alone make me bite my lip harder. I look up at him as he puts his suit jacket on and adjusts his tie in his mirror. I lift my phone and take some pictures and post them with the caption:I’m flowing in a loop between the chorus of Anywhere & Your song by Rita Ora when it comes to you. Although to express how I feel about you, I’d choose Alessia Cara’s song Stone; I’ve never seen forever but I know we’ll remain…In a world uncertain, say you’ll be my stone…JLH.
“Why did you take this picture, Jag?” I ask.
“Hmm? He asks. “The one I posted yesterday?” He looks at me through the mirror.
I nod. “Yeah.”
He shrugs. “It was a nice moment, and you looked peaceful, so I took it. Plus, doesn’t hurt that you’re not ugly.” He smirks.
“You telling me to mind my business?”
“Yup!” He says with an extra pop on the p.
I roll my eyes, chuckling. “It’s a nice picture, though. Can’t believe how good it looks.”
“It’s because you were like oh thank God, finally, I will get some mind-blowing angry sex from the man that I always hated but secretly loved, Jagger Hanlon.” He teases.
I snort as I go back to my phone. “You wish, Jag. Pretty sure you’re the one with the secret crush. The proof is in the pudding, Liam.”
I look up when he stands in front of me. Jagger crouches down to my level. He smiles at me, “maybe I did. Maybe at your twenty-fifth birthday party, I would ask you out. I would tell you I’m not sure whether I hate you or love you, that I’m stuck in between wanting to put you in a headlock or your legs putting me in a headlock as I ate you out for hours on end. But, it didn’t happen because you picked a fight with me that night, forced me to leave and I ended up meeting Layla thinking it was the alcohol I had before that made me think I wanted you.”
Jagger’s admission causes me to shut my eyes. My heart is beating erratically, and that night comes to mind. Maybe I’ve always seen the look in his eyes before. I don’t know when it started, I can’t pinpoint it but I know that he would always subdue me and try to keep me from harming myself. Yet, if I hurt him, he just took it. “On my twenty-fifth birthday, you gave me a present. A necklace, but I never found it.”
His eyes shine with recognition. He smirks, looks at my neck and then back up at my face. “This necklace you’re always wearing. This rose gold one with the small heart,” he flicks the necklace. “Have you ever looked on the back of it?” He suggests.
Jagger stands and goes to the huge jewelry organizer and grabs his watch. I take the necklace off and turn it around.To the prettiest girl in the room.JLH.
“Jagger…” I call his name out.
“If we had a real honeymoon, where would you want to go?” He asks, completely ignoring how I called his name out.
“The Amalfi Coast.” I answer when he turns to look at me.
“Okay, good. Pack your shit, we’re going at the end of the week. I’ll even invite Oran and Karessa since they didn’t go on theirs either. Come here, Ainslee.”
I slowly stand, my legs are suddenly wobbly, acting as though they’ve never been walked on before. Why am I suddenly nervous? The memory hits me so hard, I almost fall hard on my ass. On my birthday, Jagger stood there in front of me and told me to come to him. I wasn’t that drunk. Instead, I was nervous because he wasn’t arguing with me or anything. He gazed at me as though he wanted to devour me whole. Deep down on that night, I knew that I would let him if he just asked me but he never did. The second I opened my mouth, I told him to go fuck himself and that I’d chop his dick off if he ever beckoned me like that again. I walked away then, but I don’t do that.
I make it to him and he wraps his hand around my throat, using his thumb to caress the side of my jaw. I look into his whiskey eyes, “you still think I’m the prettiest girl in the room, Jagger?” I ask.
He grins. “You’ll always be the prettiest girl in the room, Ainslee. Always.”
Chapter 13
Jagger
“I’m either the dumbest man on earth or the luckiest bastard on this planet.” I say out loud as I watch Ainslee come out of the water while she’s chit chatting with Karessa.
I stare at her while sitting up on my beach chair under the umbrella. We shouldn’t have ventured out here. I should’ve let Ainslee swim back at the damn Villa. Oran grunts something incoherent as he stares at Karessa. The poor bastard still hasn’t gotten his dick wet, I don’t know why but that’s not my business. Their pace isn’t ours, but I see that they’re getting along better than I thought. Had I not known Ainslee, I would’ve made her life a living hell just so she could divorce me first. I move my shades placing them on top of my head as I squint taking her in as they walk towards us. The two piece black-and-white striped bikini bathing suit that she’s wearing is making me want to fuck her right here, right now, but I won’t do that. I’ll wait.
When she turns around to walk backwards while talking to Karessa, I groan. She throws her head back, laughing with Karessa. I don’t even want to know what they’re talking about. All I know is that when she laughs, her ass bounces along with her and I want a bite. Instinctively, I bite my bottom lip and flip to my stomach.
“You regretting coming to the beach now, you fucking dick?” He asks.
