Buying Love

“She lied to you. I swear it on everything I have. I worship you. I don’t exist without you,” he explains.

“I love you. I wanted the contract not because of the money even though I needed it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and then there you were. I didn’t like the offer, but it meant I got to be in your strong arms.” His mouth takes mine in a deep, passionate kiss as a teardrop slides down my cheek.

“Don’t cry, my love. There’s something I still have to confess.”

“Oh, no.” I try to push away, but he grabs my hands and raises them above my head, holding them at the wrist with one of his powerful hands.

He lifts up my blouse with the other and bites my breast gently through my bra. “Mrs. Harrison. When I took this innocent little cherry…” He reaches between us and slides his hands down my shorts, thrusting two fingers into my pussy. “I gave you my innocence.”

My head is fuzzy with lust, but I swear he said he was innocent when we married. “Huh?”

“You’re going to make me repeat myself, Jenna. I was a virgin. I waited until I had you under me to give it up. My father was the reason, but I don’t want to talk about anyone else but us. In fact, I don’t want to talk at all,” he grunts out, pulling his fingers from my pussy. He releases his hold on me and yanks my shorts off with my underwear. I’m embarrassed because I was spotting this morning, but I don’t want him to stop. He doesn’t seem to care because he pulls out his thick, long shaft and slams it deep inside me.

I feel like he’s stretching more than before. With every thrust, I’m closer to coming. I’m already on the edge when his mouth meets mine again. Then I splinter in two, and he follows me, emptying himself into me.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I had to be inside of you,” he says, slipping out of me and rolling to the side. He looks down at his cock then back up at me. “I thought you said you had your period.”

“I didn’t lie. I was spotting this morning, but it just stopped.”

“I’m not going to complain,” he growls, lifting me, so I’m on top of him. His arms wrap tightly around me, holding me close with my head on his chest as his heart races. “Please don’t ever leave me, Jenna.”

“Never again,” I whisper, falling asleep on top of him.

Chapter Nine

Jake

A few hours later, Jenna and I shower and make ourselves presentable before my family comes over for the family dinner. Initially we canceled it because they weren’t prepared for a fancy dinner, but I wanted my mom to formally meet my wife.

“Mom, I’d love for you to meet Jenna. Jenna, this lovely woman is my mother.” My mom wraps her arms around Jenna, and she whispers something into Jenna’s ear that makes my wife smile.

“Jake, Jack, your mother and I have something to announce.”

“We got married,” my mother squeals, showing us a super flashy diamond ring that’s bigger than the elegant one I selected for Jenna.

“Damn, like who goes to Vegas and just gets married?” Jack blurts out, laughing as he opens a beer from my fridge.

“It’s your turn next.”

“Nope. Not going to happen, but thanks for trying. Are we going to order some food or what?” he grumbles.

“Pizza?” Danny suggests.

“It works for me,” I add, and then ask Jenna. “How about you, baby?”

“Pizza’s perfect.” I steal a kiss because I need it. I want to cling to her as much as possible and keep her away from the door like she’s going to run again.

The rest of the night passes in a blur as we eat, talk, and laugh.

The women get along so well together, which I love because Jenna needs someone to talk to when I’m at work. My mom pulls Jenna into the bedroom, and they spend thirty minutes having a girl talk that is pushing my buttons. I hate having her attention taken away from me when I’m around. It’s fine if they get together while I’m at work, but not when I want to have her to myself. It’s insane how much I need her at my side.

I step in between them and sit down on the bed. “We were talking, young man,” my mother scolds me with a smile on her face. Today has turned out so much better now. It could have been the worst day of my life. I love my mom, but she’s stolen my wife long enough and has to go.

“Yes, you were monopolizing my wife on my day off. That’s just unacceptable behavior, Mrs. Bennington.”

“Oh heavens, that’s so wonderful to hear out loud. That’s good to hear. Treat her right. Wow! Mrs. Bennington. That’s very good to hear.” She gets up, kisses my cheek, and then leaves the bedroom.