“Look, ‘You’ve Got Mail.’ It’s a good one.” Oran’s admission surprises the hell out of me. Out of everyone in this room, he’s the last person I’d expect to say such a thing.
“Really? I love that movie!”
“I’ve seen it quite a few times,” he admits. “‘Hey, how about... oh, how about some coffee, or drinks, or dinner, or a movie... .”
“For as long as we both shall live?” we say in unison grinning like idiots.
Jagger and Ainslee look at us like we’re high. And each of us gives our spouses strange looks because they don’t know what we’re talking about.
“Ugh...just pick that one so these two can catch up," I tell him.
I’m wrapped in the movie while Oran and Ainslee have their sidebar conversation. We opt to order Chinese food as we watch movies. Now that I’m relaxed, I can appreciate what it is like to now have friends who do not want anything for me. I’m also happy that I can get along with my husband’s best friend’s wife which is important since Jagger and Oran are stuck up each other’s ass. The easiness of the night has made me hopeful for a happy friendship; hopeful that the bad is past us and can only get better from here. I know it’s a tall order after a few weeks for marriage but that is what my dream is when I fall asleep.
Jagger
I’m lyingin Oran and Ainslee’s guest room watching Karessa sleep. It’s an activity I’ve never participated in but I’ve also never had low level insomnia and a wife. At least she’s beautiful although she snores a little. To be an ass, I record a little snippet to fuck with her in the morning. She looks so peaceful which means she possesses something I don’t have. I want to be jealous or at least be a hater and wake her up, but it’s not her fault.
My fingers graze her face when I move her hair, she smiles in her sleep and turns her face into my touch.Has that ever happened before?Thinking back, I try to see if I can remember any woman seeking my touch in her sleep. We have the potential to be great, I just need to get out of my head first. Every time I close my eyes, I see the slimy bastard preparing to pull the trigger. He was more skilled and quicker than me. I hate it, as I fight the urge to go to the gym in the middle of the night to train harder and longer although I know being in a house with Ainslee is the second safest place I can be from a threat next to the Bishop complex.
Oran constantly having access to that level of safety is comforting. Sighing, I look back at my fighting challenged ass wife and wonder if I should hire more people and bury her under a big ass team of protectors. She’s going to complain about her hair being a hot mess in the morning but I cannot wake her for something like that. We didn’t intend to spend the night but it’s good that one of us gets some rest.
Oran yelling Ainslee’s name alarms me because I know they can’t do anything fun to warrant it. Slipping out of bed, I head to the master suite and knock on the door to check on them. Once Oran ensures me that she just had a nightmare, I return to my room with Karessa. I need no part in more nightmares but I feel for her because I get it.
“Jagger?” Karessa calls out, disoriented.
“I’m here. Just went to check on Oran and Ainslee.”
She rubs her eyes like a child and reminds me of my desire to have kids. I smile when she reaches for me. Climbing in, I snuggle her close. I’m glad she’s good at cuddling.
“Are they okay?” She inquires once she has her head on my chest just right. I’ve noticed her lying with me like this a lot lately.
“Yes. Go back to sleep, baby.”
“Jagger, are my senses correct and you have me in nothing but my underwear?”
“Better to touch your ass with?” I tease, mimicking the Big Bad Wolf.
“Another skin-to-skin moment?”
Her naked skin on mine is soothing. “I’ll never turn it down.”
I feel her smile on my chest along with her retraining her questions. “Was I sleeping that hard for me to miss it?”
“No. I heard because I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Oh.” That’s all she offers as she traces a pattern through the hair on my chest.
I want to tell her to stop worrying about me but that would require us talking about the issue at hand. I’m still processing, I don’t want to relive it.
I must've zoned out because I didn’t notice Karessa’s hand moving into my underwear. “I bet I could put you to sleep,” she challenges with a kiss to the skin just under my ear.
My dick twitches beneath her hand but I stand my ground. “No dick for you. You’re still in time out.”
She puts her hand over my mouth. “Shhh. It’s not about that.”
“Did you just shush me?”
“Hubby, you talk a lot. Just in case no one has ever told you.”
