slid a finger inside her. “We won’t be doing very much talking over the next few days.”
“I-”
“Be quiet,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to suck on her clit. “You’re allowed to whimper, moan, and say my name, but that’s it.”
He spent an eternity between her legs. Could have been twenty minutes, could have been an hour. She lost track of time, lost count of the number of orgasms, neglected to tell him to slow down or stop. He’d give her a little break, then start in again. She kept tugging at his hair, which seemed to encourage him since he’d growl and speed up his movements each time she did it. Caroline was close to passing out before he even raised his head.
“Please,” she whispered.
He pulled himself on top of her. “Oh, did you want me to stop?”
She’d lost her ability to articulate. “Inside. Now.”
He bit her neck and pushed himself into her. “That’s the last time you get to tell me what to do.”
“Ever?”
“Tonight. We’ll renegotiate the terms of our marriage later.” He thrust up inside her again. “Fuck, you feel fucking incredible.”
Her breath hitched. Words failed her. He kept moving, spurred on by her whimpers, her pleas, and finally, her screams. Over and over, again and again, for far longer than he’d been between her thighs. He finished inside her in a rush, coming hard enough that she felt it in her toes.
Jack pressed his forehead to hers, panting. “All right?”
She trailed her fingers down his back, sighing when he slid out of her. She could still feel the warmth he left behind. “I love you,” she whispered.
He rolled over until she was on top of him. “Good. That was just a taste of what I’m going to do to you tonight. Are you ready?”
She snuggled into his neck. “With you, I’m ready for anything.”
Chapter Fifteen
The Fed
They’d gone to Rome on their honeymoon. Christmas in Philadelphia. An uneventful primary victory. Months of building their family, forming a closer bond. The winter and spring passed quickly, the girls finished school, and Caroline and Jack flew them up to camp…which left the entire summer for campaigning and carousing.
She tried to remember the good stuff. Focusing on anything else only deepened the gloom. And she couldn’t think about Marguerite and Sophie, no matter how wonderful the memory. Each little flash of her children wounded her more. So she blocked them out the best she could.
June. July. That summer. She could reminisce about that extraordinary summer.
After she refused to talk to Bob, they left her alone in her cell for what seemed like days. She couldn’t be sure. They left her in the dark, too. Permanent, awful darkness.
She hated the dark. Especially when she was alone. She used to spend occasional summer weekends at a college friend’s house in Door County, Wisconsin. The blackness of the woods behind the cabin had terrified her. In the middle of nowhere, no light could be found. Her eyes had never been that good at adjusting and she used to imagine people coming in to the bedroom of the cabin late at night, standing next to her bed.
When in a city or a suburb, she could always open the blinds. And if that wasn’t enough, she’d leave a light on in the hall or have a small nightlight plugged in. It was never really an issue in the Governor’s Mansion or anywhere else she and Jack inhabited. There were enough outdoor lights shining in through the windows to quell her fears.
She did her best to ignore the depression that came with the darkness. Funny how she’d never really considered the long term effects of not being able to see. Of noticing colors and textures, being able to observe her surroundings and analyze them. Or to simply enjoy them. Her feelings for her cell were far from affectionate but at least when the lights were on she had something to fucking look at. She tried to build a routine. But the monotony made her loopy.
Drink from the faucet. Piss in the toilet. Try to sleep without dreaming. Stare into darkness.
Drink. Piss. Sleep. Stare.
Drink. Piss. Sleep. Stare.
Lather, rinse, repeat?
She laughed at her own terrible joke. A shower. How awesome would that be? She hadn’t bathed in what had to be weeks now. The closest she came was when she carefully and methodically rinsed any dried blood off her nose, cheek, and hands until the water ran clear. It was hard to wash your face when it was busted