29. Jaclyn

Chapter 29

Jaclyn

" Y ou missed this cock, didn't you?"

"Yes," I whimper as Alex slowly thrusts deeper. I missed a hell of a lot more than his cock. I fell hard and fast for the enemy. In the span of a few days, he somehow knows exactly what I need, giving it to me over and over. I don't just want his cock—I want all of him.

"Not as much as I missed your tight pussy, Jackie."

Jackie?

I gasp as my eyes flash open. There's an arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my back against a warm chest. It takes me a moment to work out where I am, but disappointment settles in my gut realizing it was only a dream. Alex is gone. I went to bed last night by myself; Chris took the couch. Why is he in bed with me, with his cock pressed against my ass?

"Chris?" I wince .

"Yeah, baby. You didn't think I was…?"

Yes .

I quickly turn in his embrace. "I was asleep and thought you were on the couch. It was disorienting. That's all."

"Fuck," he mutters, tucking stubborn strands of hair behind my ear that are determined to keep falling into my face. "You're so beautiful." What? "How did I get so lucky to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life?"

"We agreed you'd sleep on the couch." While it's mildly endearing that he's trying, I can't help my skepticism, still hurt by his actions. Even if I have no right to be after what I've done.

"I couldn't stay away."

As much as I want to roll my eyes, I stifle my groan. "How long have you been in bed?"

"You caught me," he chuckles and looks over his shoulder. "There wasn't an outlet by the couch for my CPAP, so when you fell asleep, I climbed into bed with you."

"Chris!" I squeak.

"You're my wife now. I know you're still upset about me not being there, but?—"

"Still upset?" I laugh. "I said my vows to another man in front of God. Doesn't that bother you? "

With a firm hold on my hip, he pulls me close. "Of course it bothers me! I had to see pictures of you, fucking gorgeous in your white gown, promising yourself to Alex ." He shudders. Playing my part, I cup his cheek, and he covers my hand with his. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but will you let me try to earn it?"

He can't be serious…

I close my eyes and press my lips to his, pretending he's Alex. As much as I hate myself for it, Chris has to believe I'm in love with him. After years of fucking other women, you'd think he would know the difference between love and lust, or at least detect when a woman isn't into it. Unfortunately for me, I know he'll attempt to take things further.

Being with Alex felt right . Our connection was magnetic and I rarely thought about Chris when Alex was here. He managed to imprint himself on my soul with that wicked mouth of his, promising himself to me with more than words. I miss him so much, it hurts.

Each sweep of Chris' tongue across mine chips away at the small part of me that thought I could salvage this—all of it is fake. He doesn't want me, never has.

Except for as a trophy that puts out occasionally.

I'm supposed to be his wife. Do I really have another choice?

Chris reaches between us, his fingers dipping into the waistband of my panties, and I plant my hands on his chest, pulling back. "I'm on my period," I remind him. My excuse will only buy me so much time, I only have a few days before I will have to sleep with Chris to keep up appearances. The broken heart card can be played a few times before it's no longer believable.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?" His concern is suspicious. The last time he made a move and discovered I was on my period, he ran off to Miami with Cara the next morning on an ‘unexpected work trip.'

"No, I'm all right. Nothing a hot shower can't fix."

He slides out of bed, rounds it, and offers his hand. As I hesitantly take it, he smiles wide. "Quick shower and breakfast, then let's spend the day with our toes in the sand. No plans."

Chris always has a plan. He's driven and meticulous—none of this makes sense. It has to be calculated.

With a raised eyebrow, my curiosity gets the best of me. "Since when are you able to handle a day with no plans?"

"True. I'll probably only last an hour." Helping me out of bed, he pulls my body flush with his. "But it's a start."