His hips start to move faster and when he kisses me again it’s harsher than before, both of us understanding the reason why, and now fighting for control of our kiss. Licking, sucking, and biting each other’s lips, breathing in each other’s air. The sound of his hips slapping against the back of my thighs merges with our guttural cries of lust.
The familiar orgasmic sensation builds higher in my lower stomach, and my body begins to shake. “Fuck, Jack, I’m close.”
“Me too. Are you going to come for me, Robyn?” He speeds up, fucking me with lascivious aim and deep thrusts. His cock head hitting my g-spot every time.
“Yes! There! Don’t… Oh… OH!”
“That’s it, come all over my cock, baby, fucking drench me.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I release a pleasure-filled scream and as Jack growls like some kind of feral animal, coating my walls with his thick, warm seed, I follow him into a mind-blowing orgasm that has me seeing stars and black spots.
I am so screwed.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Jack and I bolt upright at the sound of the high-pitched shriek that fills my ears. Snatching the black silk sheet around my naked body, I look at my mother’s shocked expression as she stands in the doorway of her and Jack’s marital bedroom.
Shock and wide eyes stare back at me from the entrance of the bedroom as my mother stands there, stock still, her hand squeezing the handle so harshly her knuckles and fingertips have turned a stark white. I know I should feel some kind of regret, that Ishouldbe apologetic from my actions… but I’m not. There’s nothing either of us could say right now that wouldn’t be a lie.
It was an accident.
Lie.
We didn’t mean to.
Lie.
We’re sorry.
Also a lie.
It doesn’t meananything.
The biggest lie of all.
Throwing the covers back, I get out of bed, wearing nothing but Jack’s oversized T-shirt—the one I’ve become addicted to wearing—and stare at her from the opposite end of the room.
“ROBYN!?” she screeches again, the resonance so loud I’m pretty sure it woke up all the animals in a ten-mile radius. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?”
“It’s a little obvious, don’t you think?” I chuckle dryly.
“Jack!” She snaps her head in his direction. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is!?”
“Well, Mom,” I answer on his behalf. “Considering you cheated first… I’d say this isexactlywhat you think it is.”
“HE’S MY HUSBAND, ROBYN!” Her shrill scream makes me wince, the skin on her face and neck covered in red blotchy patches of rage. “THIS IS FUCKING SICK! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF YOU!?”
Jack grumbles irritably as he jumps from the bed in nothing but his boxers and as he stalks towards my mother, he simultaneously grabs last night’s clothes before edging her away from the door with his chest.
He glances over his shoulder at me. “Get dressed.” I say nothing as he closes the door behind him. The sound of my mother screaming and shouting from the hallway dissipates as I’m assuming she follows him away from the bedroom.
Great, just great.
They’ve been arguing downstairs for what feels like hours, but it’s only been thirty minutes at most, and seeing how sound travels in this house I’ve heard every single word she’s said about me. None of it good either which doesn’t surprise me, she’s never had a nice word to say about me since I was a child so I’m not shocked in the slightest.
What does take me by surprise though, is the way in which Jack is fighting for me. Defending me and countering every nasty thing my mother says about me… about us, and completely going to bat for me. But it still doesn’t change the fact that regardless of whether my mother caught us or not… this is still over.
I’mstillleaving.
