My hips start grinding up against him, desperate and completely out of my control. I hear myself whimpering. The orgasm is building from somewhere deeper than the ones I’ve beenchasing for weeks and my thighs are shaking and my fingers are clawing at his back.
He fucks me harder, slamming into me while I gasp. My pussy clenches around his cock so hard he groans. I’m scratching red lines down his back and wrapping my legs tighter and pulling him into me.
He grabs my knees and pushes them up toward my chest, and I have to unwrap my legs from around him. The angle changes, and holy shit, he bottoms out so hard I cry out.
“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice is raw and shaking. His hand grips my thigh and pushes it wider as he drives into me. “Say it, Shannon.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours, I’m—oh god—”
My whole body seizes in ecstasy. The orgasm slams through me, and I can’t breathe, can’t do anything except hold onto him. Pleasure rolls through me in waves, and I’m making sounds I’ve never heard come out of my mouth. His name is in there somewhere, but mostly it’s just noise.
He fucks me through it. Every thrust pulls another wave out of me until I think I might actually be sobbing.
“Yours,” I choke out when I can breathe again. “I was always yours.”
His rhythm breaks as my words hit him, and he comes with a loud groan. His cock pulses as he fills me with cum, and my pussy milks him through every throb. When he lets go of my thighs, I lock my legs around his waist and hold him inside me because this man is mine. I fucked other men, and it made him harder than ever, and he is stillmine.
I’m not letting go. I got so fucking lucky, and I know it. Most men would have walked, but Robert stayed and fought for us. I’m going to spend the rest of my life being the woman who deserves that. Not the cocktail-party version of Shannon. The real one. Even when the real one is messy and scared and kind of a slut.
His arms slide under me and hold on. We lie there, his weight on me, still inside me, our breathing slowing down together. His cum is warm inside me and leaking around his cock, and I don’t move. I don’t want to lose a single drop.
I fall asleep like that. Wrapped around my husband in our bed, and it’s the best I’ve slept in weeks.
I wake up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee.
For about two seconds, my stomach drops because an empty bed has meant bad things lately. Then I hear Robert in the kitchen, opening cabinets, and the knot in my chest loosens. He’s making coffee. We’re okay.
I pull on one of his t-shirts and take my phone with me. When I get to the kitchen, he’s standing at the counter in his pajama pants, pouring two cups. He looks up when I come in, and his eyes drop to the shirt. The corner of his mouth twitches.
“That’s mine,” he says.
“Yep.” I set my phone on the counter next to his and take the mug he hands me. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
He pulls me in by the hem of the shirt and kisses my forehead. I get that dumb flutter in my chest like he just asked me to prom.
We drink our coffee at the kitchen island, and it’s quiet and normal. I’m not sure I’ve ever appreciated normal this much.
Then he sets his mug down. “I called James a few days ago.”
I freeze. I’ve been walking around terrified of what was going to happen with James for weeks, and Robert just calls him.
He must see the tension on my face. “Hey, don’t worry, baby. It’s handled.”
“It is?”
“Yep. I told him I know about the casino. That it’s our private life and he needs to mind his own business.”
I wait, and he continues.
“He tried to act like he was just worried about you. I told him I know what he saw and it’s between us.” Robert wraps his arms around me, and I melt into him. “The whole thing took maybe three minutes.”
Three minutes. If I’d just told Robert the truth immediately, he would have called James. And everything that happened after would have been a conversation instead of a catastrophe.
“I should have told you so you could have done that weeks ago,” I say quietly.
“Yes.”
One word, but there’s no anger behind it. Just the kind of simple, stupid honesty that would have saved us both a lot of pain if I’d tried it sooner.
