Page 91 of Between Commitment and Betrayal
“Do you hear yourself? You sound so ridiculous.” She chuckled, actually chuckled at me. “I’ve been on it for years.”
“All the more reason to take it out now,” I bellowed, concerned that cancer could now have a head start in her body, that blood clots may be forming, that she’d get another damn migraine.
“You realize if I do that, we could end up with ababy, Declan,” she said and her eyes shook with such a blue vivid fear that I noticed something right then.
“What are you so scared of?”
“Scared of?” She jerked her gaze away from me and shook her head. “Nothing.”
I cranked my door open and slammed it shut to go around to her side. I yanked hers open and scooped her up.
She stuttered out, “Declan, I can walk—”
“I know that,” I told her as I opened my front door and passed the kitchen, taking her straight into my bedroom where I set her down on the bed in front of me. Then, I kneeled down and grabbed her thighs. “You’re not agreeing to a damn thing now except taking this out. I need this out of you. He said someone with migraines is more susceptible—”
“I don’t think the side effects were as well known when I first started taking it. I—”
“We can get you another birth control, Drop. If that’s what you really want.”
She bit her lip and I did everything I could to make her see this wasn’t a medication for her. Massaging her hips, I nestled into her neck, “You’re taking it out, Everly. I need you to or I won’t think about a damn other thing.”
“You’re that concerned?”
“About you? Always,” I said, holding those sapphire blues hostage.
“Okay. But only because I said.” She murmured so soft I barely heard it as she tilted her head to the side.
“You sure? Can I?” I said even though I was damn sure.
When she nodded, my hand was already unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down along with her panties. I nudged her back onto the bed, so I could pull them over her feet and then I was grabbing her ass to set her on the edge of the plush comforter. She whimpered when my thumb brushed over her clit, and I groaned when my middle finger slid into her wet sex. “Fuck me. I missed you, missed my pussy.”
She wiggled closer to me, biting her lip like she wanted to admit the same.
“I’ll never get used to how wet you are for me every time, baby.”
“Declan, please,” she begged, her long nails digging into my shoulders as I started working her. I knew the ring was deep, so I took my time swirling my fingers against her walls on my way up to it. Her breathing became rapid, her tits swelled right in front of my face as I watched the blush rise over her cheeks. Her hands started to roam everywhere as her thighs shook with anticipation for a release.
“I think I need to see you in my bed much more, Drop. Much, much more.”
She whimpered but didn’t confirm or deny that she wanted that too.
When I finally was deep enough and felt the ring, I murmured, “This should have never been inmypussy in the first place.” I pulled it out, and she gasped at either the feeling of someone else handling her birth control or at my words. “My cock is the only thing that ever belongs in my wife. Say you understand.”
She murmuredyesover and over as I set the ring aside to throw away later, because I was about to take what I wanted immediately. I licked the arousal from her sex. I drank my favorite drink until she gushed on my mouth, screaming my name in her first orgasm of the day.
I didn’t let up. I wanted to reward her for listening, make her understand that this bed was where she belonged, that I’d always take care of her here.
I sucked her clit as she rolled beneath me. “Declan, please fuck me. Please. I can’t take anymore.”
“I know that’s a lie, Everly. You can do whatever you set your mind to. Now, give your husband another one.”
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EVERLY
He didn’t actually makelove to me that night. He just did everything to me but that. Then, he reported our doctor’s visit to Mrs. Johnson and we went to work like nothing had happened. For weeks, our routine became the same.
No sex. No ravaging. Nothing.
