Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale Page 6

  “Do you have any siblings?” she asked, rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand.

  My stomach clenched. “A brother that’s not worth mentioning.”

  Jennifer frowned. “Oh.”

  “I moved here, to America as soon as I could. We didn’t get along. As soon as our parents passed, we never spoke again,” I explained.

  “How old were you when you moved here?”

  I smiled, thankful for the change in subject. “Eighteen and I worked until I could afford to go to school and get my business degree.”

  “How old are you now?” she asked, snuggling into my side.

  “Twenty-eight.”

  She looked up at me. “Really? You look so young.”

  I chuckled and kissed the side of her neck. “You saying I’m old, Jennifer?” I teased, snarling against her skin.

  She giggled and sighed. “No. Not at all.”

  We laid there for what felt like hours and stared at each other. I brushed her hair off her forehead and placed a soft peck on her lips. Her blue eyes twinkled. God, she was beautiful. I could get lost in her depths.

  My heart flipped. Was this love? Was this what normal couples felt like?

  “How about you, love? Any siblings?”

  She shook her head. “No, so I unfortunately got the brunt of my parents over protectiveness.”

  “They love you.”

  She smiled. “And I love them, but they drive me nuts.”

  I nodded. “It’s hard growing up in a family when they instill their beliefs on you and not let you find them yourself.”

  Jennifer searched my face. “What beliefs did you grow up in?” Religion was something lacking in our household. Our father didn’t need the fear of God when we had fear of him.

  I scoffed. “My father was a racist dick so use your imagination.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I have to give him some credit though. He made me strong and I grew a fucking back bone. Things roll off me easily until...”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Until...”

  I cupped her cheek. “Until you came along.”

  She grinned. “It’s been two days and I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

  “Same,” I said, brushing my mouth along hers.

  “What’s your favorite color?”

  I gently tugged her hair. “Do you really need to ask?”

  She laughed and let her fingers graze down my chest. “Do you believe in fate, Mathis?”

  I pulled her into my arms and ran my hands down her naked back before deepening the kiss. “I do now.”

  The warm body spread over mine made my heart thump. I was content to lay in bed for the rest of my life if it meant having Jennifer by my side.

  I could feel the rhythm of her own heartbeat against my chest as she slept soundly. Her hot breath came out smooth and even, heating my skin.

  My hand lazily grazed up and down her back before wrapping around the back of her neck.

  Insomnia was a frequent visitor of mine but for the past couple of nights, I had actually been able to sleep soundly. Tonight I just chose to stay awake and listen to my wife’s soothing snores of deep peaceful sleep.

  I pulled the blanket tighter around us, not ever wanting to let her go. God, it amazed me how fast I fell for her and I was still falling. Yes, our relationship may have been unconventional by getting married first but what the fuck ever. It worked for us.

  Jennifer snuggled closer against me, her knee brushing my semi-erect cock in the process.

  Hmm...I wonder. My grip on her neck tightened, holding her head in place as I grazed my other hand up the back of her thigh before delving deep between her legs.

  My finger brushed over her core which was wet with desire. My dick lengthened. Now who was my wife dreaming about?

  Feeling a slight sense of mischief, I pushed my finger into her soaked pussy.

  A gasp and a moan left her lips but her eyes remained closed.

  Determined to give her the pleasure she had given me, I replaced my finger with two, rubbing gently inside her.

  Hers eyes popped open, landing directly on me. “Oh God. I thought I was dreaming,” she moaned.

  I smirked. “I know. Who were you dreaming about, love?” I asked, thrusting my fingers deeper.

  She whimpered, rocking her hips back and forth against my hand. “You. Always you.”

  I grinned.

  “Mathis, please.”

  Music to my ears but not yet. “Come on my fingers, baby. Coat them with your orgasm.”

  “Hmm...I love the way you talk dirty to me.”

  I grinned and cupped her jaw, titling her head towards my lips. “You like when I talk dirty, and tell you what I want to do to that hot little body of yours?”

  “Yes,” she breathed against my mouth. “More.”

  I pulled out of her and brushed my fingers over the puckered hole at her rear, coating her with the juices from her body.

  Her eyes darkened, her breaths coming out in short bursts. “You like my ass?”

  “I fucking love your ass,” I said and pushed a finger into the tight opening.

  “Oh...shit,” she cried out as her body clenched around me. She lifted her leg higher, giving me better access.

  I gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re going to come against my hand and then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you here,” I pushed my finger deeper into the tight opening. “And here,” I said, inserting a finger into her pussy as well.

  Her lips parted. “Please, Mathis. I want you everywhere.”

  “Good, cause love, I’m going to own every inch of you. Possess every part of your body. By the time I am done, every time you move, you will feel me. Now...” My hand picked up speed, thrusting my fingers in and out of her at a quick pace. Filling her completely. “Come.”

  She whimpered and trembled against me, digging her nails into my chest. “Mathis.”

  I captured her mouth in a hard bruising kiss, sucking her bottom lip before diving inside. “Scream my name louder.”

  And she did, over and over again.

  My body buzzed and I released her before turning her onto her stomach. “How was that?” I asked, kissing her shoulder blades.

  “Hmm...”

  I smirked. “Want more?”

  “Yes. I want you everywhere.”

  Running my hands down the sides of her body, I knelt between her knees and spread her legs.

  She looked up at me over her shoulder and licked her lips. “Give me all of you.”

  I smirked and brushed a finger from her core to the tight hole between her ass cheeks, lubricating the tight area. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded and lifted her hips, hinting. “Yes.”

  I ran the tip of my cock over the puckered area and pushed. “Breathe out, baby. Open your body to me.”

  Her body relaxed at my words, blooming under my touch.

  My dick slowly inched inside of her causing sounds of pleasure to escape her lips. Her sensual moans almost made me blow my load right then and there. Everything about her drove me absolutely mad.

  “God, you’re huge. You feel so good.”

  Her words of encouragement travelled over me and I slowly pulled out before pushing back in. She was tight, wrapped around me like a fist. Any tighter and I would have come instantly.

  “Faster. Please, fuck. Mathis.”

  Gripping her hips, I lifted her onto all fours. “Ready?”

  “Yes,” she cried out.

  “I won’t be gentle,” I warned. God, I needed this. To mark her. Let her know that she was mine.

  She shook her head. “I don’t want gentle. Fuck me. Now, dammit.”

  I smiled and took a breath. There was no way I was lasting long with her hot body gripping me the way it was, mixed with the words coming out of her mouth.

  I pulled out almost completely before slamming back in between her ass cheeks.

  “Oh yes,�
� she moaned.

  Building up momentum, I dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass and thrust harder into her. “Stroke your clit,” I demanded.

  I watched as she reached a hand between her legs, then warm fingers squeezed my balls.

  “Fuck, love. I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

  Her hand squeezed me harder. “I don’t care.”

  I groaned, pounding into her with a fervor our bodies craved. A tingle shot down my spine and as I went to pull out, her hand gripped me tighter.

  “No. I need you to come inside me.”

  And what kind of man would I be if I didn’t give my wife what she wanted? I thrust into her one last time before releasing inside of her. “Oh shit,” I growled, my dick pulsing.

  Jennifer moaned, her body shaking around me. “God, I love it when you come.”

  I pulled out and spread her beneath me. “You good?”

  She sighed and I wrapped my arms around her. “Yes. My skin is tingling like you’re touching me everywhere.”

  “Good. Now every part of you has been touched by me,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Hmm,” she breathed out with a moan.

  I smiled. “You’re mine, love. Every piece of you, I own.”

  Her eyes closed and her breathing became deep and even.

  I kissed her head and moved to roll off of her then she said something that changed everything. Changed my life. Our relationship. Every single fucking thing.

  “I love you, Mathis.”

  THE L BOMB

  (Jenny)

  Did I really just say that? Did I let the L word slip right out of my mouth? Am I really that wrapped up in good sex that I just became that girl? Or did I really feel that way for this man who was still so much of a stranger? I had no idea, because I had never been in love.

  But, was he really a stranger? Mathis was my husband and while we may have done things completely backwards, whatever this was... it clearly worked for us. In some sort of dysfunctional, fucked up way. I guess I should have never expected to do love the right way considering nothing in my life ever gone as planned.

  His strong arms wrapped around me as his stubble covered chin rubbed along my neck. His lips grazed my collarbone trailing kisses along their path.

  “I think I love you too, Jennifer.”

  With his confession a sigh leaves my mouth and my body relaxes against his smooth chest.

  “Stop overthinking things, love.”

  I just wish it was that easy.

  Turning in his arms, I kissed him goodnight once again and begged sleep to take me.

  “Love, it’s time to get up.”

  In the distance I swore I heard an alarm going off, but after our middle of the night sexcapades, I had no desire to move, let alone get out of bed. My body ached from his possession, but God it hurt so fucking good.

  “Ugggghhhhh, go away,” I mumbled while I pulled a pillow over my head. “I don’t wannnnna.” I probably sounded like a little kid who doesn’t want to be dragged out of bed for school but, knowing the entire day was going to be spent with my parents was much worse. I would take another ten years of Catholic school over a day in Las Vegas, with them, and my new husband.

  “Jennifer, I have a business dinner tonight. I’d love for you to come with me. Do you think you are up for that?”

  I was taken aback by his request. A business dinner? Of course I had done them in the past. Believe it or not, sometimes those skeevy old geezers used to enjoy a little arm candy for more than just a blow job.

  “You want me to be your date?” As I finally blinked my eyes open to meet the early morning Vegas sun seeping through the long lush curtains, I can notice the scowl on Mathis’ face.

  “No, I don’t want you to be my date. I want you to accompany me as my wife. Which is something you need to get used to, because I have a number of important business deals coming up in the next couple of months.” His tone is short, clipped, and to the point. I haven’t seen him like this very often, but when irate Mathis made an appearance, Jennifer makes her exit.

  “I didn’t mean it like that, Mathis.” I slowly sat up in bed, pulling the covers up with me, careful not to expose my naked body. “I’ve been down this road before, but not in this way. I didn’t think you wanted to introduce me as your wife yet. People talk...” I trailed off, but before I can continue the thought, he explodes.

  “LET THEM TALK, JENNIFER! You are MY wife. You belong to ME and NO ONE ELSE!” His tone scared me. Irate probably wasn’t a good word to describe him anymore. Furious or even enraged would be better. I knew I had no reason to be scared of him, he has shown me nothing but kindness, but I couldn’t help but cower.

  I pulled the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around my body and quickly make a break for the bathroom.

  He stood in the corner of the room watching me. His harsh gaze stalked me like a lion would stalk their prey in the wild.

  My heart hammered against my chest as I pushed the door closed and locked it.

  Am I really hiding behind a locked bathroom door? I let out a sigh and turn the shower on. That was when I hear it. A faint knock on the door. Without acknowledging him, I quietly pad my feet across the bathroom and listen to the other side of the door.

  “Jenny, please open the door. I am sorry,” his voice was quiet. If I wasn’t listening carefully, I would have never heard him. But I didn’t answer. I just listened.

  Another, louder knock echoed through the bathroom. I continued to ignore him.

  “Jennifer, please. I am begging you. Open the door, let’s talk.”

  I could hear a muffled sniffle. Is he crying?

  Every rational thought told me not to open the door, but I found my hand turning the lock to let him in. I took a step back and reached for a towel since the fact that I was naked had slipped my mind. But before I could cover my body, his arms were tightly around me.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it all to come out like that.” His nose nuzzled into my neck as his embrace tightened. “I want you by my side for everything, Jenny. I mean that. Work, home, pleasure. Everything.” He slowly pulled away and cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry if I scared you. The thought of another man with you ever again drives me mad.”

  “It’s okay. But, Mathis, I have to get ready. My parents are going to be here in twenty minutes.” I let out a light laugh and he pulled away. As he turned to leave the bathroom, I speak. “And Mathis? I don’t want to think of you with anyone else either.” I winked at him, but even the thought of another woman fawning over him like they were the night we met in his nightclub made me want to vomit all over these perfect tile floors. Maybe I was in as deep as he is?

  “Don’t think about it, because it will never happen again, Jennifer. Never.”

  The short black cocktail dress Mathis picked out for dinner was perfect. It was long enough to be considered appropriate for a business dinner, but short enough to show off my sexy legs. I was pretty sure we were going to be late when he hoisted me up on the bathroom counter, tugged my panties down and fucked me till he left his come deep inside me. Marking me before he paraded his new trophy for his associates to see.

  I shouldn’t be turned on by it. I shouldn’t want to be treated like a possession of his, but if I was being completely honest; it was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. My chest swelled with pride, and love for my stranger of a husband.

  My attention bounced around the fancy restaurant as we walked through the rows of tables. It wasn’t until we came to a stop that my heart stopped beating altogether. The floor fell out from under me, and if Mathis wasn’t holding on tightly to my arm I probably would have collapsed on the floor.

  “Jennifer, I would like you to meet my business partner in a new project–”

  “Jude Emerson,” I finished for him. My heart jumped into my throat and my grip on Mathis’ hand tightened.

  “Jennifer?” Jude asked as his eyes jumped from Mathis to me and back to
Mathis repeatedly. He was just as confused as I was. Was that hurt behind his cold stare? I couldn’t make out the emotions, but I knew I wanted to flee.

  My fight or flight instinct kicked in and my feet started moving in the direction of the exit when my husband’s hand stopped me.

  “What are you doing, Jenny?” his voice was quiet, a whisper in my ear. Clearly trying to mask the oncoming quarrel.

  Jude continued to watch across the table, looking like a deer in headlights while Lily, the voluptuous brunette from a few nights ago clung tightly to his side.

  “Mathis, I have to go. I can’t do this right now.” I tried to tug my hand from his grip, but it wasn’t working.

  “Jenny, speak,” his tone was clipped and harsh. I was pissing him off.

  I guess honesty was the best policy in a situation like this, because it was all going to come out soon enough. “I fucked them both. Jude, and his lady of the week. Jude has been my client for years, Mathis. I have to go.”

  I could only hope my presence didn’t just ruin whatever business deal my husband had on the table.

  MINE

  (Mathis)

  Fuck. Me.

  This was not happening. Not fucking happening. Right now. Before my eyes. I thought I had it made. Thought tonight would be perfect but as I watched my wife look at Jude Emerson with horror, I caught something else in her gaze. Her eyes heated, slightly, but it was obvious enough that it made my skin crawl. My bones vibrated in my body at the thought of her fucking another man. I knew it happened. Knew I would probably meet one of them someday but for it to be Jude fuckin’ Emerson made me want to dive across the table and break his face.

  I wasn’t even upset over the fact that she fucked both him and his girl. It was him. Him. It irritated the shit out of me. He knew what Jennifer liked. Knew the sounds of ecstasy that left her lips. Knew what she fucking looked like when she came. He was a dirt ball. Good business man but that was it. I couldn’t stand the fucker, even more so now since finding out he fucked my wife.