30. Alex

Chapter 30

Alex

D espite being in one of the most comfortable beds I've ever slept in, last night had to be the worst night of sleep I've had in a long time. Waking up without Jaclyn didn't help. I'm obsessed with her, and now I have to find a way to make her the leader of the free world?

How did I get saddled with this?

I rub the sleep from my eyes and grab my phone from the nightstand. Three missed texts. The first is from Finn.

Finn Gallagher

Your wardrobe will be delivered at 7:30.

I check the time, and I have an hour before they'll be delivered. After typing out a reply thanking him for arranging it, I check the next message from Ned.

Ned Collins

Finn and Mickey expect you ready by 9. A car will be downstairs.

Of course Finn wouldn't send me clothes out of the goodness of his heart. The third missed text has my heart stuck in my throat.

Jaclyn Blake

I miss you.

It was sent twenty minutes ago. With the time difference, it's 12:30 a.m. there. Throwing caution to the wind, I risk replying, even though it may wake her.

Have you been a good little wife for me?

Dancing bubbles appear at the bottom of the screen. They disappear, and I can't take the anticipation, hitting the call button just to hear her voice. It rings once but she sends me to voicemail.

Is he next to you?

Yes.

You better be wearing more than when you're in bed with me.

So naked right now.

Don't make me call him.

I dare you .

I switch over to the phone icon and call my brother's phone. It rings a few times when a text notification appears at the top of my screen. He's likely asleep and hooked up to his CPAP, so I hang up the call and click the notification.

Are you serious?

What are you actually wearing?

One of your shirts and a black thong.

You're so full of shit.

A picture comes through with the covers pulled back, her hand lifting her shirt enough to reveal black lace and toned bare legs. A growl settles in my chest, my cock jumping at the sight. What I wouldn't give to rip those off and taste her right now.

You're sleeping next to him wearing that?

He hasn't touched me, if that's what you're wondering.

Have you touched yourself?

No. That's your job.

Do you have your earbuds handy?

Yes.

Put them in .

I give her a moment and click the microphone in the message to send her a voice note, keeping my voice low and sultry. "You've been a naughty wife, Jaclyn, wearing that to bed with a man who isn't your husband."

Should I take it off?

"The next time I see you, I'll strip them off with my teeth. I don't care if we're in the middle of the National Mall; I'll claim what's mine."

I'll be sure not to wear panties from now on, just in case I run into you.

Jaclyn sends me a photo similar to the last, except her fingers are an inch into her waistband.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

You didn't say I couldn't.

A moment later, she sends another photo without her lacy thong, her thighs splayed wide, bare pussy on display. It's a ridiculously dangerous game we're playing with Chris next to her, but I fucking love the idea of her touching herself, my name quietly passing her lips as she comes.

"Delete that photo. No one sees that beautiful cunt but me."

Deleted.

"That's my girl. When was the last time you came?"

With you.

I love and hate that answer. "Fuck, I miss your legs wrapped around my head while you come all over my face; your tight pussy squeezing my fingers… Are you wet for me, princess?"

Yes.

Gripping my cock, I slowly stroke up and down my shaft, imagining it's her warm, wet cunt instead. "Slip those fingers between your legs, circle that slippery clit like I would. You have to be quiet for me. He doesn't deserve to hear you. Who gets to hear you come?"

Only you.

"That's right, my little wife, you're mine . Your orgasms belong to me now." I selfishly tug harder on my cock, swiping my thumb over the head to wipe away the leaking precum, wishing it was her tongue. "I know you miss wrapping that perfect pussy around my cock, riding me until I let you come… Should I let you come tonight? Or make you wait until I can fuck you myself?"

Don't make me wait, Alex. I'm so close.

Show me.

Jaclyn sends me a picture of her glistening pussy, illuminated with flash, her fingers spreading her wide for me… and there's a small, braided cotton string. I'm such an as shole for forgetting she's in her period, but the fact that she's willing to send it to me anyway has me so fucking hard. The ache to have her again is unbearable. I don't just want to sink myself inside her, I want her .

"If you've been my good little wife, come for me. I want you to soak the bed, wishing I was there to lap up every last drop."

Will you come with me?

"I'm going to come deep inside you, filling you so full you'll feel me dripping down your legs the rest of the day, desperate for me to fill you again."

My sexy little minx sends me a voice note, and I have to turn the volume all the way up to hear it properly. There's heavy breathing and delicious moans until she whimpers my name as she comes. It fucking does me in. My balls tighten, and in four long strokes, I come all over my stomach, struggling to catch my breath.

"You're mine, Jaclyn," I pant. "My hand will never in a million years compare to you. The next time you come will be around my cock, with me buried deep in your tight, wet pussy. Understood?"

I'll be touching myself every night, wishing it was you. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.

I can't help my smile at her adorable defiance and type out my reply.

Good night, my beautiful wife. I'll be seeing you very soon.

I change her name in my phone from ‘Jaclyn Blake' to ‘Wife,' and toss my phone onto the bed. Grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, I wipe the cum off my stomach, then get up to take a shower.

As I let the hot water beat down on me, I'm acutely aware that I'm in over my head, realization after realization crippling me. " Fuck ." I pound my fist against the shower wall, though it gives me no relief from my shitty situation. We both know she'll never be free of my brother. Why am I torturing myself by letting this go on? No matter how much I want her, it's going to hurt too damn much to see her standing next to Chris if I fail.

Finn wants me to work some sort of political magic, but there's no way in hell Chris will step aside for Jaclyn. She could unite the country, actually listen to both sides like a good, selfless leader should. I have to find a way—not for the Gallaghers and whatever twisted plan they have for her. Because it's the right thing to do for the country.

And for me. I want Jaclyn for myself, and I'd give just about anything to have her.