31. Chris

Chapter 31

Chris

L istening to Jaclyn touch herself last night was torture. A torture I deserve after what I've done. Her moaning my brother's name hurt; it's worse than I thought. In a few short days, he's stolen her from me, and I'm determined now more than ever to get her back. For years, I've taken her for granted.

That ends today.

With her still sound asleep, I slide out of bed, feeling more sore than usual. My body is also fighting a strange dichotomy—my mind is calm, but my heart is racing. I check the medication on the bedside table, and there's a small chance I took two of my ADHD medication today, instead of the painkillers.

No wonder I had a heart attack on our wedding day...

When I get back home, I'm buying one of those pill dispensers that divide by day .

As I attempt to stand, I groan, not just from the pain. It wakes Jaclyn, and she stirs behind me. "What time is it?"

"Go back to sleep." It comes out gruffer than I intended. "Sorry, I just need to grab a glass of water and take my pain meds."

"Stay put, I'll get it for you," she offers, rustling behind me.

When Jaclyn comes into view, she's wearing the oversized black shirt she went to bed in and… no pants? I distinctly remember her going to bed wearing shorts, but I'm used to her sleeping naked; any clothes are too many. She saunters to the bathroom and returns with a glass of water, handing it to me. I set it on the table and grip the front of her shirt to pull her closer. Stumbling two steps, Jaclyn braces herself with her hands on my shoulders.

"What are you up to, Mr. Blake?" she flirts, stepping between my legs.

"What do you say we catch the next flight back home?" I slide my hands up her thighs, lifting the shirt until I'm able to hook my fingers into her lacy thong. Her breath catches as I tug them down half an inch.

"You just got here."

I drag the lace down her legs, and she hesitantly steps out of them. Gripping her ass, I pull her back to me, and she willingly climbs onto my lap, my cock straining against my boxers. "Fuck, I've missed you. "

"We shouldn't do this; you were just in an accident."

"I'll be fine." I want to erase every trace of Alex, make her forget the past week happened, and have her scream my name.

"You should take your medication." She nods to the bedside table, and I disgruntledly grab my pain medication. I wash down the two pills with the water she brought me, then take her ass in my hands again and grind her bare pussy against me.

"See, I'm fine," I hiss through my pain, though the friction feels amazing against my cock. I reach between us and pull myself out of my boxers, needing to be inside her.

"You're anything but fine. What did the doctors tell you about sex?"

"They didn't say anything."

"Such a liar," she chuckles. Her giggles cease as I grip her hips and rub the length of my cock across her clit. "What did they say about exercise? You've had some sort of cardiac episode. What if you have another?"

"You can tell the coroner that I died happy, buried in my wife's pussy."

"I'll need to go to the bathroom first to, um…" Disappointment must be written all over my face. She adds, "Unless you want to make a mess?"

"Sorry, I forgot… again ." I sigh and kiss her neck, goosebumps erupting down her arms .

There's still a small bruise just above her collarbone that I'm sure my brother left behind, not a damn curling iron. I claim my own place on her porcelain skin, sucking hard on a spot between his mark and her ear.

She's mine, not his. And I want the whole fucking world to see… especially Alex.

Jaclyn sighs a moan, and even through both of our shirts, her nipples pebble against me. I can't help myself and pull her top over her head, tossing it to the ground. In a quick movement, I throw her onto the bed, towering over her as I kiss down her chest and draw one of her peaked nipples into my mouth.

"Fuck it, let's make a mess." As I swirl my tongue, I drag my teeth against it, loving the soft moans passing her lips. "I don't need to fuck you to make you feel good, Jackie."

"You don't need to do this," she pants, and I move to the other side. With her fingers tangling in my hair, I can't help smiling against her.

Yes, I do…

I swipe my thumb around her clit, and her back arches away from the bed. With her nipple still between my teeth, I ask, "How many times did he make you come?"

"What?" she rasps, gripping the sheets.

"Did he make you come?" I bite down harder, making her squeak. "Did he? "

"No," she breathes, but there's no way in hell she's telling the truth.

Pressing harder against her clit, I kiss down her body, my lips landing right above my thumb. I've never fucked Jaclyn on her period, and I sure as hell haven't gone down on her during it. I honestly don't remember the last time I did when it wasn't her time of the month, either. It has to be years.

No better time than the present.

I slide lower and replace my thumb with my tongue. Surprisingly, the slight metallic taste doesn't put me off, especially with her gasps filling the room, egging me on. I pay attention to how she whimpers softly, and how her body shakes as I suck.

"Chris, I'm going to—" Unable to finish her thought, she screams out as her release quickly coats my tongue and floods the duvet beneath us.

It's been far too long since I've tasted her, but I don't remember her drenching my chin like this. Even with her being on her period, the tang doesn't discourage me, since she's never this wet when she comes… ever . And, fuck, it's hot. I need her to do it again for me.

I slow my pace and kiss up her body, admiring the rise and fall of her chest as she catches her breath. I pinch the small cotton thread coming from her pussy between my fingers, and as I'm about to tug, my phone vibrates on the bedside table.

Whoever it is can fucking wait…

"It could be important," she whispers, still breathless.

As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. Between impersonating my brother to travel here and the fake wedding, the last thing either of us needs is to have a slip-up. I pull back to answer it, and when I check the caller ID, the number is unknown. After another ring, I pick up. "Hello."

"Good morning, Mr. Blake. Good to see you're doing well after your accident." He has a slight Irish accent, but other than the small detail, I can't place the man on the other end.

"Who is this?"

"Mickey Gallagher." My stomach drops. "Your father and I have discussed an arrangement. One you've already— how do I put this— royally fucked all the way up by traveling to Hawaii."

"I don't know about any arrangement . You have the wrong?—"

"Mis-ter Blake," he enunciates. "Stop tongue fucking Ms. Taylor and come back to Washington. You have two days."

How do they know what I'm doing with her?

The line cuts out, and I glance down at the fucking perfect woman in front of me, sprawled out with her hair mussed. I don't fucking care if they're watching. As I'm about to resume where we left off, the phone rings again from another unknown number.

"Yes?" I answer it with a growl.

"Two days, Mr. Blake."