Page 64 of Hale's Pawn
Oran whistles. “That’s good, baby. So you’re learning everyone, that’s good. Which reminds me, what did we talk about with communication? What happened to the texting?”
“I technically communicated because we said our goodbyes at the pool soooo you knew we were doing something and I knew you knew, plus we did text. So, ta-da, communication!” I say with a serious face.
Oran can’t hide the amusement on his face even if he tries. He laughs as he follows me to the kitchen. “I’ll let you have that. For today. Anyway, Jagger and I are headed out. We got invited by some other dudes we met earlier on our run. We’re going to grab a beer.”
“Oh,” I say, disappointed, but I put a smile on my face as I grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “Okay!”
Oran doesn’t say anything but I know he’s behind me. I turn to face him while drinking my water bottle. He looks good in vacation clothes, just as much as he does in work clothes and stuff. He leans on the fridge, crossing one foot over the other. He smirks like he knows something I don’t. “You can tell me to stay if you want me to,” he says.
I shake my head. “No, no that wouldn’t be fair to you. Go have a good time. I don’t want to be that kind of wife.”
“What kind of wife is that?” he asks.
“You know, all up under her husband. Wanting him to consume her entire day and shit. Hugging up on him like she can’t detach from him. Attached to the fucking hip and worshipping him.”
Oran chuckles. “Thing is…you just described yourself. You’re always all up under me when I fuck you. I consume your entire day and shit. You always hug up on me when you’re asleep. If I even move one inch, there you are, following like a lost puppy. You’re attached to my fucking hip when you don’t realize it and baby, you worship me, especially when I fuck you. You might as well pray to me.”
I stick my finger in my mouth, making a gagging expression, but I smile. Oran moves, he lifts my ass up and sits me down on the counter. After he snatches the water bottle from my grip and sets it aside, he flattens his palms on the counter on both sides of my body. Oran leans in and I open my legs to give him space. Oran nuzzles my neck, then bites it. My fingers find their way under Oran’s shirt and travel to his back. “You’re so perfect,” I whisper to him.
“Yeah, baby? You think so?”
“Mmmm,” I hum.
Oran nips at my jaw. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Just so you know, I like that kind of wife. Be all up under me if you want. Get lost in me, if it makes you feel better. I’m the type of husband that’s all up under you. I want to feel you all the time. I’m a possessive man, Ainslee. When you’re mine, that’s it. What we did with each other, that was a way to get that shit out of your system and now, it’s just me. I’m your fucking world. I’m your man, your first and your last, and I am especially the only husband you’ll ever have.”
I moan as he sucks on my neck. “If we weren’t married, I think I would’ve proposed. Just know that for you too, it was an exception, because I’ll cut a bitch for my man.”
Oran chuckles and moves back to look at me. There must be something about the way I’m looking at him because he grins. “You’re so into me, you don’t know where you end and where I begin, aren’t you?”
I nod. “I am.”
He kisses me tenderly this time, showing me what else he can do. Kissing with and without emotion is always different. Even the different levels of emotions appear in the kisses. He tells me how he feels about me through this. Oran slowly pulls away. “I feel the same way, Bug. I really do.”
“Good. I’d have to beat your ass if you didn’t,” I threaten.
Oran laughs. “I’d like to see you try.”
32
Ainslee
After the guys leave,I get changed into a t-shirt and gray lounge shorts. I wrap my hair up into a messy bun. When I get downstairs, Karessa is flipping through channels. “Hey, you know how to knife throw?” I ask her as I head to the kitchen.
The open concept of the villa makes it easier for me to hear her. “Nooo, sounds interesting though. I can make drinks.”
“Oooo, what can you make?” I ask her. “I’m good at making mojitos. Any kind of mojito, I can make.”
Karessa walks over to where I am searching for drink ingredients and placing them next to the blender. “I make a mean margarita.”
“Well then, sister… Let’s get this party started.”
After making mojitos and margaritas, I start to feel my tipsiness coming back. I sigh. This is the life. “So, knife throwing?” Karessa asks with excitement.
I sip my drink. “Wanna see a magic trick?” I say to her.
“Sure.”
“Okay, watch. Knife throwing target practice, Mikonos.”
