Page 67 of A Love That Broke Us
Alley steps out of the bathroom in her string bikini, turning to bend over her suitcase, shuffling through it for something.
My eyes drop to her ass, zeroing in on the tiny bottoms slicing up her backside. This is more than a cheeky cut, and my dick twitches in my shorts.
I love seeing this side of Alley. She’s always been naturally reserved, but slowly, over time, she’s gotten riskier with me—braver, trying new things. She’s learning not to give a fuck, and I love that I’m the one she lets in. The one who gets to help her feel confident in her skin.
We’re perfect for each other. I don’t say that lightly, either. We’re like a zipper—perfectly aligned, needing both sides to come together to be something. She brings out the best in me. And I’d like to think I do the same for her.
She’s always been carefree and fun, but now? She’s a little more adventurous, more confident. A few weeks ago, we even had anal for the first time. We’d been working up to it for a while, and guess what? She fucking loved it. My bottom lip rolls between my teeth as I try, and fail, to suppress a grin while my dick hardens—because Jesus, look at her. Thinking about the night we did anal only adds fuel to the fire.
She turns to me and freezes when she catches my grin. Her eyes trail down my body, stopping right at my cock, hard and straining against my swim shorts. A slow smile curls her lips as she reaches behind her neck, untying her bikini top.
The fabric slips loose, sliding down to reveal just enough of her perfect tits to drive me crazy. Her nipples peek out, tightening in the cool air. The strings around her back hold the rest in place.
Her eyes darken, and she cocks a brow. “Wanna fuck before we go?”
My eyes widen.What the shit?
I’ve literally never heard Alley say “fuck.” Not once. Hearing it roll off her tongue like that, aimed at me? Jesus Christ. I’m gone. It’s hot as hell.
I’m crossing the room before I can even think, practically slamming into her and backing her up against the wall. She laughs as we collide, but her laugh dies when my mouth crashes against hers, hungry and possessive—like I’ll die if I don’t taste her. Right. Now.
I kiss her desperately, like it’s the first time I’ve ever touched her—like she just offered me her V-card, and I need her more than air.
My hand grips her hip, the other sliding around her back, trailing over her smooth, warm skin. I reach for the strings in the back, tugging until her top falls loose to the floor. My mouth is on her immediately, replacing what I just stripped away. I take a nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, flicking, nipping, tasting her skin.
She gasps, arching into me, her hand drifting down, finding my cock, and rubbing over me through my shorts. Slow. Deliberate. She knows exactly how to work me.
“God, you get hard so fast for me,” she breathes, her voice sultry and low.
I grin against her skin, kissing my way up to her neck. “Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?” I murmur, chuckling softly.
“Mmm. That sweet girl you brought here? She’s gone. And this one wants you to fuck her.”
“Jesus, baby.” I mutter, dragging my lips along her jaw. “If you keep talking like that, I’m not gonna make it to the bed.”
My fingers tug at her bottoms, my eyes locked on the fabric as it slides down her thigh and pools at her feet.
I’ve seen her naked a thousand times, but fuck if this doesn’t feel new. Her tanned skin contrasts with her smooth, pale pussy. And she looks good. She worked her ass off before the wedding, counting macros, working out, and while she’s always been perfect to me, it’s done something for her. She’s different. I can tellshefeels sexy. She’s bolder, confident—hell, even a little naughty. And it’s making me lose my mind in the best way.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, taking all of her in. My gaze shifts to the side, catching the large mirror in front of the chaise lounger close to the patio door.
Perfect.
“Come here.” I take her hands, pulling her toward the patio, positioning her in front of the mirror.
She tips her head back, laughing softly. “Jensen…”
I pull her against me, chest to her back, my hands sliding to her hips. “Look at yourself, baby.” I press a kiss to her jaw, trailing down her neck. “Look how beautiful you are. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
She relaxes into me as my hands come up to cup her tits, thumbs circling her nipples, my gaze locked on her reflection, watching every damn second.
“Touch yourself for me,” I murmur, voice low against her ear. “I wanna see you.”
She grins, a flicker of hesitation before her hand slowly slides down her stomach. She pauses just above, glancing at me in the mirror.
I cover her hand with mine, guiding it lower until her fingers brush her clit.
Her breath catches, eyes fluttering shut, and I lean in. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” I kiss her shoulder, one hand still teasing her breast.
