“Out with it, Hanlon.”
He stops walking and turns to me. I look at him when he grabs my chin. “I'm trying to think of how to not make it sound like a comparison because it’s not a comparison per se because I’m not built that way.”
“Just say it.”
He shrugs. “It’s just you're so good all the time. The perfect wife.”
It should be a compliment but I can hear the “but” in his voice.
“But?” I prompt.
“I want to be stressed out sometimes,” he holds up a finger. “Not all the time, I’m not interested in that life either. But I want a reason to grab you to go fuck in the bathroom sometimes. Or be annoyed yet turned on because you did something crazy…”
I try not to laugh because he looks like a child who got the smaller cookie. “So you want to fight?”
“Not all the time,” he snaps his fingers. “Like when you ambushed me in the gym. That was fun, right?”
He looks at my fitted, black, short-sleeve collar dress. It stops just before mid-thigh and has buttons going down the middle from my collar to the hem.
“You look hot yet conservative while that lunatic is practically naked and shaking her ass for strangers. You should have undone a few of these buttons at least...”
I’m not offended. He’s not comparing me to Ainslee. He wants me to give him a reason to be a chest beating, territorial, caveman. Apparently, showering him with attention, responding to his texts promptly, and keeping the goodies only for his view doesn’t give him the opportunity.Men.
“Jagger, where did I finish in my college class?”
His brown eyes study me like I can't stay on topic. “At the top?”
“And do you know why?”
“You worked hard?”
I shake my head. “True, but it’s because I’m a fucking good student.” I get into his face. “What if I told you the dress is the only thing I’m wearing.”
His face stretches into a smile like he’s the grinch who just came up with his next diabolical plan. “Really?”
“I can’t unbutton this dress unless you want some stranger to see my tits.”
He grabs my hand damn near dragging me towards the villa. “What did I tell you about having your pussy out in public, ReRe?” He only calls me that when I’m ‘in trouble’ but the excitement in his voice belies the reprimand. “One wrong move in that little dress and your pussy would have been on display.”
“But you just said…”
Jagger turns and kisses me hard. “Fuck that.”
“It’s on, Hanlon. I’m not done acting up.”
He bites my lower lip. “Promise?”
I wink at him but don't give him a verbal answer. The villa isn’t much further away.
Ainslee and Oran look like they’re up to something sexual. Our comfort level around each other since our wedding is crazy hot. It’s something liberating about not having to sneak off to get what you want. The four of us are so comfortable with each other that one couple could go at it and the other would watch or start their own thing. It’s only one other way to heighten our group’s intimacy level.
Jagger must be thinking the same thing because he turns to me just before he gets to the door. His expression is serious as he cups my cheeks with both hands.
“Karessa now that I’m not fucking you, I’ll ask you again. If I gave you one chance to fuck Oran would you take it?”
This is a formality so I get to the point. “Only if that means you get one chance with Ainslee. A swap or nothing.”
“Okay, Sweet Baby.” Jagger is on me again, kissing me like he’s ready to fuck me where I stand. He squeezes my ass then his hand slides under the hem of my dress to confirm my nudity. He growls against my mouth once he realizes I wasn’t playing. Breaking the kiss, he pulls me inside just as his sexy smirk is back on his face and he pecks me before he retreats. “But first, game night.”
