44. Jaclyn

Chapter 44

Jaclyn

A feral rumble comes from Alex's chest as I speak his vows back to him. Before I can properly tease him about sounding like a damn animal, he has my legs wrapped around his waist, roughly pressing my back against the shower wall.

We haven't touched each other since… Hawaii? Has it been that long? Why does it feel like it was just yesterday that we spent our days on the beach and nights with him buried inside me?

With the whirlwind of returning from paradise, the gala, Chris' death, and my political campaign, it's no wonder he hasn't touched me. I've missed it, missed him . This beautiful, selfless man did delicious things to my body that set my soul on fire. More than that, he always believed in me. To say I love him is the understatement of the century .

His fingers dimple my ass as he pulls me closer, his cock testing my entrance. "Say it again, Jaclyn." It comes out as a growl, and I'm selfishly pleased that Hawaii wasn't just a fluke. None of this was.

"Which part?"

He tilts his head to the left, our noses brushing, stopping short of kissing me. "Say it." His voice is almost pained; my fun, playful Alex is nowhere to be found.

"Hey, what's wrong?" As he sucks in a choked breath, I instinctively wrap my arms tighter around him and kiss my favorite spot on his neck. "Alex," I say softly, nipping at his earlobe as I pull back. I need him to look me in the eyes when I tell him my truths. "I love you. I married you . You're my husband. I chose a man who may have loved me in his own way, but he wasn't…" I take a deep breath, unable to help smiling. "He wasn't you. It was all a mistake. I. Love. You. And if I weren't a coward, I would've loved you the way you deserve years ago. I lo?—"

Our lips collide in a swirl of lust and desperation. "You're perfect," he murmurs against my lips. Yes, I want him inside me, but I need him to really hear me. I'm not the perfect one, he is. Alex is handing over everything he's worked years to build, I don't take that lightly.

In the end, he's mine, and I'm his.

"Wait, wait, wait! One more thing… Rapid fire." His hearty chuckle fills the bathroom, and I think it's the first time I've heard him this li ght since…

I shake away the thought.

"Okay, princess, what'cha got for me?"

"Birth control."

His eyes are molten, just like I hoped they would be, and a cocky grin tilts his lip. As his cock glides against my clit, I stifle a moan when he answers, "Should be left up to the couple using it."

"Is that an answer on behalf of a senator or my husband?" I pant, unable to contain my desperation for this beautiful man.

"I'm going to claim every inch of you as mine, and if that results in a child… Well, it's a good thing I'm no longer seeking reelection."

My fun, mischievous Alex is back, and my heart does a damn summersault. Sadly, my glee comes to a screeching stop as my impostor syndrome seeps in. "What if I lose?"

"You won't."

"What if you're wrong?" I groan at the friction of his thick cock grinding against my clit, wishing he was already inside me. "I'm unprepared."

"You know I'm never unprepared. So, you won't be either." He finally slides me onto him until our hips connect. I don't care if this is stress, mourning, or Alex's breeding kink that he absolutely hinted at in Hawaii. I need him more than I need to fucking breathe. There's no other man I'd rather have a child with than him .

As he thrusts in and out of me, my gasps become louder and unavoidable. I reach for the shower lever to shut off the now-lukewarm water, and Alex carries me over to the bed, both of us still drenched.

"I haven't had you since…"

"Hawaii," I finish. "I know."

"It feels like it's been a hundred years."

"So dramatic." I playfully roll my eyes as his sear into me.

"Fuck, I love you," he laughs, his beaming smile I missed so dearly lighting up his face.

Alex tosses me onto to the bed, and with his hands braced on either side of me, I reach between us to guide him back inside me, but he swats my hand away. "No, my beautiful wife. What did I tell you about that?" I bite my lip and scoot up the bed until my head hits the pillows. Spreading my legs wide to taunt him, he growls, " Fuck. " It's drawn out and heady. Heat pools between my legs at the single word.

"You said you want to claim every inch of me. I can think of a few places you can start."

A delicious snarl erupts from him as he lowers his face to my pussy, slowly licking up my seam and groaning. How he can enjoy it is still beyond me, but when he sucks on my clit, I'm lost to my own bliss. Pressing two fingers inside me, he starts carefully, and I'm quickly full when he adds a third. I can't seem to catch my breath .

"You can take it, beautiful. You've branded yourself on every inch of my soul, it's my turn to return the favor. Tomorrow, you're going to wake up so fucking spent, there will be no doubt we belong to each other," Alex assures me.

My fingers tangle in his wet hair as he laps at me like a starved man. I feel initial shame as my legs shake and clamp around his ears, until he spreads me wider, and I have an out-of-body experience. The moment his fingers curl inside me, my back arches against the pillows, and I scream out, already so close to coming. Chuckling against my pussy, he thinks this is a damn game, and I can't take it a moment longer. Falling further into ecstasy, he thankfully doesn't make me wait, and in an instant, my vision blurs, and I'm lost to my orgasm.

Alex slows the pace of his tongue and carefully drags his slick fingers from me. I anticipate this being a mirror of Hawaii, but he doesn't suck his fingers clean. His hand wanders lower until he's teasing my…

"What are you doing?"

"I thought I was clear: I'm claiming every inch of you tonight. I need to be sure you're ready to take my cock." He is so sure, not an ounce of hesitation in his voice, as if this is no different than ordering a coffee or scheduling a business meeting.

Ass fucking at five? Let me consult my schedule… Why, of course I'll fit it in.

It will not in fact fit in. There' s no way.

"Alex," I carefully warn, "I thought that was just a sexy thing to say." I keep my tone light, almost singing.

"When have I ever lied to you?" He cocks an eyebrow.

"No one has ever…" I can't even finish the damn sentence.

"Do you trust me?"

I reply with a nod, but confess, "I just assumed you'd suggest a game of ‘how many times can I make Jaclyn come before the melatonin kicks in,' or something. But… Wait . No. I didn't mean that ‘butt.' I?—"

He barks a laugh. "You know that I'll never hurt you, princess, and if something doesn't feel right… Strike that, if something doesn't feel amazing , we stop." I'm so out of my league here, doubt creeping in—maybe this is why Chris was never faithful? "Jaclyn," he growls, bringing my attention back to him. "I'm not Chris."

"How did you… Did I say something? I thought I was a master at keeping my thoughts internal but?—"

Alex lays down beside me, pulling me into his chest and intertwining our legs like a human pretzel. "Shh. Come here. You're the love of my life. My wife. Mine. As much as I love the idea of you choking on my cock, then fucking you until you're blinded by your orgasm, followed up by having you ride my face, and finish by taking that beautiful ass of yours… More than anything, I need you . It's never been only physical for me."

"Well, when you sell it like that… "

"I have a lifetime to fuck you in every position in the damn Kama Sutra if that's what we want to do. You're too tight for me to fuck your ass tonight, anyway." He huffs a small laugh, and I can't help joining in the levity. "For now, having you in my arms is more than I ever could've asked for."

I turn us until we're both on our sides, and my leg is slung over his hip, then reach between us until his cock is nudging at my soaked pussy. I expect him to fight me. Unwilling to risk another grandiose declaration, I desperately grind myself onto him until he's seated inside me, his balls hitting my ass. My adorable husband isn't having it and rolls me onto my back until he's able to thrust deep and hard into me.

His name comes out as a strangled whimper from my lips, making him chuckle darkly. "That's right, princess. I may be Chris to the rest of the world, but when I fuck you, you scream your husband's name."

"Harder, Alex," I manage through ragged breaths.

"Is my good little wife needing more?

" Yes. "

My pleas spur him on—driving into me harder, deeper, but because it's Alex, never faster. Our bodies collide feverishly, as if the other person might disappear. I don't realize my eyes are shut until my head falls back further onto the pillow, and Alex grips the front of my throat, pulling me to him, capturing my lips with his. Continuing his punishing thrusts, I'm moments away from coming, and I hook my legs behind him, forcing our bodies impossibly closer.

My orgasm rolls through me, wave after exquisite wave, unlike anything I've ever experienced. I can't speak, I'm not entirely sure I know how to breathe, my whole body is buzzing. Kissing me fiercely, Alex keeps the same pace and, in a few shallow thrusts, joins me in this oblivion.

Even several minutes after our heart rates have slowed, I refuse to let go of him, and he doesn't pull out. Rocking me onto my side and remaining inside me, he kisses my forehead with his sweet vow, "I promise to love, cherish, protect, and be devoted to you, now and forever," as both of us drift off to sleep.