I chuckle and roll off to lie on my side and look at him. I toy with the hair on his chest as I respond. “Nothing. It was just looking like you were having a rough day.”
Jagger sighs and it’s okay because I’m not prying. I know he has his process so I wouldn’t push especially not on vacation. I look up when he looks at me.
“I am.” I withhold my surprise and allow him to speak. He’s opened up to me before but they’re rare moments. Jagger is blunt with normal things but he holds the more emotional stuff close to the vest. “I told Oran what happened with his dad,” he pauses and studies his hand for a bit then moves his eyes back to me. He still absently toys with his rings. “Talking about it again made me feel some of the emotions I’ve been working to move past.” I see the pain in his whiskey brown eyes. “He’d won. He bested me and would have killed me had Nik not arrived when he did. He had his gun pointed at me. And while he tried to blame my upcoming death on marrying you, all I could think about was not wanting to leave you, my mom, and Oran behind. I was so scared and I fucking hate that feeling.” My heart breaks when he looks at me again. “I’m so fucking tired of the nightmares.”
I pull him close to hold him. The strength in his embrace begs me not to let go. I just hold him in silence because I know it takes a lot for anyone to admit their fears. Eventually, he relaxes enough for me to respond.
“I was serious when I said you’re one of the strongest people I know and it may not feel like it right now, but I’m confident that you will get past this. No,wewill get past this. I’ll be there every step of the way. Just tell me what you need and I’ll be that.”
Jagger sits up and while I can’t fully interpret the way he’s looking at me, I know it’s deep. “Fuck, Karessa.” He pulls me to him and presses his forehead against mine. “You already are exactly what I need. All of this would’ve been so much harder without you.” He grabs my face with both hands. “You quiet the chaos inside of me.”
I kiss his tears because I don’t know how to respond to that. It’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me but that wasn’t his goal. He’s just expressing himself. This is leagues beyond him telling me I’m a great wife.
“It’s because of who you are, Jagger. You make me want to be those things for you.” I pull him down and hold him as tightly as I can. “Now let’s get you some rest.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jagger
From the momentI wake up, I know I’m fully in vacation mode. After the boat, we had a peaceful dinner where all seems to be well between Oran and Ainslee. I even allowed Karessa to be the big spoon when we went to bed that night. We’d spent the first week of vacation going on a ridiculous amount of tours that Ainslee scheduled. Karessa and I opted out the last one and spent the day cuddling and making love - never thought I’d call it that, but it’s what it was.
Now, I’m up early as fuck with a lot of energy. Sparing my wife’s pussy for now, I decide to workout. We picked a villa with a gym. After some running and light boxing, I’ve released enough energy to be functional enough to return to the group.
I walk inside the main area and Karessa is sitting on the couch doing a crossword puzzle. She smiles at me when I kiss her forehead and I head to the kitchen to get coffee but turn in time to catch Ainslee in a downward dog.
My wife does yoga all the fucking time and has gotten fucked for it, yet Karessa hasn’t done yoga this half-naked. I can’t tell if she’s wearing really small shorts or underwear, either way she damn near has her pussy out with her ass in the air. It also reminds me I haven’t bothered her in a while. I walk up behind her just as she’s pushing herself out of the pose and her ass rubs my dick. I hum from the friction.
She pops up and punches me in my stomach. I grunt but my smile deepens.
“Fuck, Jagger. Don’t sneak up on me like that. You’ll never know where I’ll punch your ass next time.”
“Is that a promise?” I ask, invading her space. “What if I tell you I like pain?”
Her eyes flash with challenge. “Are you asking me to hurt you?”
She pushes me but I catch her wrists. This type of interaction isn’t new for us, it just hasn’t happened since we’ve been married. I use my body weight to push her to the ground and pin her wrists above her head with one hand. Ainslee bucks against me like she’s trying to get fucked. I’m not stupid, she’s on the ground because she wants to be. Either way, I grab her chin, squeezing until she groans and I lean in until our noses almost touch.
“You act like you want to be tied up and spanked.”
“What are they doing?” I hear Oran ask Karessa.
“I think Jagger just threatened Ainslee with bondage and a spanking,” Karessa responds absently.
“Oh. Eleven across isdesideratum,” Oran whispers.
“Really? It looked like an odd group of letters,” she tells him, impressed.
“Yes, it says ‘Desired’ and with what you already have,desideratumis the only word that fits since it means something needed orwanted.”
I tune them out to focus on Ainslee. The interest in her gray eyes gives away what she’s thinking. I rub my thumb across her full bottom lip. She has no idea how much fun it’d be for me to tie her up.
“Cuidado.”
Her eyes narrow when I tell her to be careful in her own language but I know that shit turns her on.
I bite the air between us and grind against her for emphasis then push myself off of her. We stare at each other for a bit because both of us know any sparring from this moment on has sexual tension attached. Backing away, I turn to find Oran sitting next to Karessa with his arm slung across the couch behind her shoulders and their legs touching as he continues to feed her crossword puzzle answers. I’ve told him about her predilection for guys with big vocabularies, so he knows exactly what he’s doing to her and by the way she’s biting her lip. It’s working.
“Go worry about why your wife has her pussy out just to do yoga, word slut.”
