hooking up with Luna.” I laugh softly. “It’s my fucking turn.” I lay a hand on top of his, the one that’s planted on my collarbones.
A moment passes between us. Understanding. We’re going to remain married, but for how long—who knows?
Jack edges closer, digging my back into the closed door. We grind in together like we’re slowly mending something that fissured. His lips brush against my ear. “I’m sorry you have to wait for me.” To make a decision, are the unsaid words.
“For you, I don’t mind waiting,” I whisper back. Our hands are roaming. Our bodies bucking into one another. Gripping his ass, I push him harder against me. His lips part against my neck.
“For anyone else,” I tell him. “They can go fuck off.”
I feel his lips rise into a smile, and he pulls back just enough to wedge his hand down between our bodies. He rubs my dick over the top of my pants. His eyes flit to mine, his smile turning into a full-on charming grin. “How do you feel about fucking a married man?”
“Depends,” I say, kicking off from the door. I walk him back towards the gold four-poster bed with a cream comforter and fluffy décor pillows. His ass hits the mattress.
“On what?” His eyes fall to my lips.
“If that married man is married to me.” I pick him up by the ass and he lets out a guttural aroused breath as I toss him further back on the mattress. I hop onto the bed and straddle him before he has time to move anywhere. His chest rises and falls, his hand on top of his head, winded, out of breath. All of the above.
He lies beneath me.
Gorgeous.
Tens across the board.
But we’re playing with fire by talking about our marriage while we do this. Because it feels a little like twisting a rope around our hearts. Squeezing the organs until they rupture.
Still, I want to play this game because even if it’s just tonight, I’d rather sink into the feeling of being married to Jack. Tomorrow, we could end it all, but at least we have this now.
Drinking him in, I only drag my eyes away to rip my shirt off over my head. He kicks off his pants. I help him with his shirt. We’re hands and limbs and lips. Smoldering each other.
He breaks apart in a jagged breath. “Os.” His eyes veer towards our luggage by the door, and he puts a hand on my shoulder like he’s about to push me off.
I put a hand to his shoulder. “You stay and keep looking beautiful. I’ve got it.” Climbing off his athletic build, I strut buck-naked to my backpack. I grab the lube and condoms. When I return to the bed, Jack’s already tugging himself.
I smile. “Hold up, Long Beach. Wait for me.” I slide my hand under his, rub him a couple strokes, and kiss the hell out of his lips.
My cock aches, wanting inside him too badly to eke this out. I break apart and slide a condom on my hard shaft. When I glance back up, Jack’s shivering.
“You cold?” I run a hand over his thigh.
He shakes his head. “No, I’m not cold.”
My heart beats faster. “You nervous?”
“No.” He blows out a breath. “This feels different than the other times. Good different. I’m just more…overwhelmed, I guess.”
“I am, too.”
His brows jump in surprise. “You are?”
I laugh. “Meu raio de sol, we’re married. For tonight at least. I’m your husband.”
That last statement charges a stronger voltage in the air. Arousal builds as our eyes search one another.
“And I’m your husband tonight,” Jack says, amplifying the powerful current even more. He’s still shivering, and I know how to heat him up.
Leaning down, I press my lips to his, guiding them open the same time as I open him below with my fingers. We fall into a rhythm as I lightly thrust against him. He deepens the kiss, and when he cuts away to let out a ragged, chopped breath, I have to pull my fingers out of him.
My erection throbs. I spread his legs open a little more and run a hand along his shaft. “You ready?”
“Please.”
Fuck. I answer him by sinking inside him, slowly filling him. It feels too good for words, and my bliss is only heightened by the arousal in Jack’s eyes. His hands fly to his head as I pump into him. Chests nearly flush, my lips press against the base of his jaw.
The bed rocks with