19. Alex

Chapter 19

Alex

M y usual weekday morning alarm blares, waking Jaclyn. After a few curses to myself, I quickly silence it; there's no way I'll be able to go back to sleep. I cancel all alarms set for the next two weeks and set it aside.

"Shh, go back to sleep, princess. I'm going for a quick run. I'll be right back." After our night, she needs her rest.

She murmurs an intelligible response, and I slip out of bed. Looking around for running shoes, I quickly discover they don't exist here. "Between the two of us, we can buy whatever you're looking for later today," I'm able to make out from her sleepy mumbles, and disappointment settles in my gut. I miss having the pavement beneath my feet and the rush of beating my personal best. I need it—almost as much as I need her—and I haven't gone for a run in the past few days.

Fuck the shoes. A perfect, beautiful woman is in my bed all but begging me to claim her as mine.

"I was going to go for a run, but I need to pick up new shoes. Though, I can think of a few things we could do to burn calories."

"Alex," she giggles, "you're such a flirt." I strip off my clothes, and she sits up. "Wait—" I can't. I won't. I don't and climb back into bed with her. "I'm serious. I want to. It's just that I'm going to start my… um, time of the month . Any day now." It's endearing that she thinks that will stop me from my desperation to finally have her.

My bare cock nudging at the entrance of her tight pussy, I admit, "I couldn't care less, but we don't have con—" She locks her heels behind me and draws me closer, slipping an inch inside her. " Fuck. "

"You probably shouldn't come inside me; I'm not on birth control. But I need you, Alex." Her words are my undoing. I. Need. You. Alex. The four little words wash over me as she pulls me in another inch. "You feel so good," she whispers through uneven breaths.

She's wrong—she feels more than good, she's fucking perfect. I resist pushing in the rest of the way and kiss the hell out of this beautiful goddess in front of me instead. A selfish part of me wishes that I could get her pregnant, seeing her belly swell month after month while she campaigns with my brother, knowing it's mine.

"Are you sure about this?" she whimpers as I slowly rock in and out of her .

"I am if you are. You said you're supposed to start any day now, right? You took biology, so we both know it's statistically unlikely you could get pregnant." The realization is disappointing. I thrust deep inside her and hold, needing to be sure she still wants this, wants me . "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she replies without an ounce of hesitation, "don't stop."

"Are you sure?"

Her pussy clenches around me as she bites her lip. "Absolutely."

My lips melt into hers, needing to be impossibly closer as I resume claiming her. Right now, she's mine. I want to ruin her, to have her thinking of me any time another man touches her.

No.

Fuck that.

I'll be the last man to touch her.

She's mine.

Possessiveness courses through me. We need to find a way out of this mess; there's no way in hell I'll walk away from her after everything that's happened. I break our kiss, trailing my lips down to her neck, and mark her for the whole damn world to see. As I draw her soft skin into my mouth and suck hard, she cries out in pleasure, clamping tightly around my cock .

It's too much, and to my own detriment, my balls tighten, and I come hard, painting the walls of her pussy with my cum. Almost immediately, she moans, gripping my back, but there isn't the same warmth from last night when she pulsed around my fingers, drenching my lap.

"Jaclyn," I growl, "what was that?"

"I came."

"You didn't come."

"Yes, I did," she insists, but she's so full of shit.

"I've been hard since the moment I agreed to marry you. Two days of blue balls will make any man come too fast. You came for me yesterday, and that? That wasn't an orgasm, princess."

"Sorry, I'm just used to—" She hisses as I carefully pull out of her and slip two fingers into her pussy, keeping my cum inside her. "What are you doing?" she rushes out as I begin kissing down her body.

Drawing one of her nipples into my mouth, I keep it between my teeth as I reply, "What does it look like I'm doing?" I curl my fingers, and her delicious moans fill the room.

"Kiss me again," she whimpers, and I continue my torture. Keeping my fingers inside her, I slide down her body, and she laughs, tangling her fingers in my hair. "I asked you to kiss me."

Once my face is between her legs, I lick two firm, slow circles around her clit. "You never said where." I could spend my lifetime between her legs, and it wouldn't be enough. Her hips buck once, seeking more.

"You came inside me," she breathes but makes no move to stop me.

"You seriously think I fucking care? Now, be my good little wife and come all over my face. If you dare try to fake it with me again, you won't be able to sit properly for a week."

A fter a morning in bed, Jaclyn and I venture outside the villa to try a seafood restaurant on the water that the resort concierge recommended. It's intimate with a spectacular ocean view, the perfect quiet place to spend time together where we can be ourselves.

The host leads us to a square table on the patio. When he steps away, I push in the chair for Jaclyn, and she winces as settles into her seat.

"Perhaps six is your limit," I whisper, peppering soft kisses down her neck.

" One . One is my limit," she grumbles.

"I respectfully disagree, Mrs. Blake," I retort with a chuckle and take the seat next to her. She glares at me, but I ignore it. Attempting to hide my smile, I open the menu. "What sounds good? "

"I'm not Mrs. Blake and"—she lowers her voice—"how are you so chipper and not exhausted?"

Not looking up from the entree page, I slide my hand onto her thigh. "For the next two weeks, you're my Mrs. Blake, and I think you can give me one more." I slip my hand under her dress, pushing it up as I glide my fingers along the inside of her thigh.

"Alex!" she whisper-shouts, gripping my hand and holding it in place.

"Yes?" I lean in and press a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder. "Are you already wet for me again?"

Jaclyn's breath catches, a light pink blush dusting her chest and cheeks. "Why do I think you're going to find out for yourself?"

"I regret not doing it on the plane." Setting down the menu, I slide my free hand into her hair and bring her lips to mine. She releases my grip on her thigh and spreads her legs enough that I find her panties soaked. My pinky grazes the wet fabric, and it earns me my favorite hum. I groan against her lips, "Until we leave, I get to play with this perfect wet cunt of yours whenever I want. As soon as we're done with lunch, I'm having you for dessert."

A small flash of light pulls my attention from her. Keeping my gaze locked on her, I spot three photographers hiding outside the patio from the corner of my eye. I've been so swept up in Jaclyn that I'm being careless. Granted, I'm supposed to pretend to be in love with her, but what we are doing is far from fake—at least for me. From where the photographers are stationed, they won't catch my hand on her thigh. I still pull back, her desperate whimper making my cock twitch.

"Don't look up, but we're being watched," I whisper beside her ear and kiss her pulse point.

She pulls back, brows pinched. "Who would be watching?"

"Could be paparazzi, or either of our fathers keeping tabs on us. I'm sorry, I should be more caref?—"

Jaclyn's mouth crashes into mine, her soft lips parting and letting me selfishly take from her. I slide my hand into her hair, deepening our kiss. None of this is appropriate for a restaurant, and I stop my foolish heart from reading more into this; it's all an act, a show for whoever is watching.

A throat clears to my left, and Jaclyn and I break apart. Our waiter smirks. "My apologies for the wait. May I get either of you something to drink."

Jaclyn's eyes don't leave mine as she replies with a wide grin, "Two Old Fashioneds—with an extra cherry," giving me a glimmer of hope that everything I'm feeling isn't one-sided. "We're celebrating."