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“He touched my woman. Fucked my woman. And had the nerve to ask him to marry her.” He closes the distance between us and pulls me into his arms. “He’s the worst.”
I sigh, knowing his possession of me is about to get even more intense. “You understand why I have to go?”
He nods before leaning down and tucking his face into my neck before placing a hot open-mouthed kiss to the skin. “Can I come with you?”
I pull back and stare at him with wide eyes. “How in the hell are you going to explain that?”
“I’ll say I’m flying somewhere else. I don’t have to tell your parents everything.” I press a quick peck to his lips before going back into his room. I’m grateful that he brought all my stuff in, so I put on my bra and pull my dress over my head and put my underwear in my purse not wanting to put on the panties that very well may be still wet from last night.
“How am I going to explain you being there to Parker and his family and friends?”
“I don’t have to come to the hospital, I can just be nearby if you need me.”
“Baby, I won’t be able to see you.” I know he’s feeling territorial that I’m about to fly across the country to see another man when I’ve been in his bed all night but letting him come with me is the worst idea. “I know how this must look and if the situation were reversed, I’d be pissed but JP…” I wince, hoping that my use of his nickname will calm his irritation. I move over to him where he’s leaning against the wall and put my hand on his chest. “Baby, please try to understand.”
He lets out a breath through his nose and shakes his head. “I get it, Whitney. I’m not mad at you either, I’m just…” He grabs me and pushes me against the wall and grips my face with his hands. “You are fucking mine. All mine.”
“All yours,” I repeat.
“I just got you back and now you have to go to New York to tend to some other man.” He drops his forehead to mine. His eyes close slowly and I hear him take an inhale.
I raise my hand to his cheek and his eyes open and I see the uncertainty behind them. “Nothing’s changed. I’m still ending it. It’s just a slight complication.”
“And what’s this about a camera?”
I let out a sigh and head into his en-suite bathroom to brush my teeth. I grab his toothbrush from the cabinet and apply the paste and the smug look that passes over his features makes me smile. I spit out the toothpaste to speak. “You know about the camera he has on the outside of the door. I told you. It’s just to monitor who comes in and out of the house and for packages.”
“And evidently when you don’t come home? Whitney…” He lets out a sigh and presses off the doorjamb to sit on the closed toilet. He looks up at me and grabs my arm, pulling me into his lap. “Was he… controlling? It sounds like he’s been keeping a close eye on you. I heard your phone calls in the bar…” I wince, remembering that those conversations weren’t the best portrayals of our relationship.
“JP…”
“He’s never gotten aggressive with you, right?” His lips find my chin and he drags them along my jawline. “I’ll kill him, you know.” He pulls back and gives me a stern look.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Don’t lie to me.” He gives me a look that makes the space between my legs flutter and I do my best not to fixate on it because we don’t have time to do anything about it.
“I’ve never lied to you,” I whisper. My tone is soft and quiet and I hope he realizes that my guard is all the way down with him,again.
He nods in understanding and I get out of his lap and turn off the still running water before I finish brushing my teeth.
When I’m finished, I hand him his toothbrush with a wicked grin, I say, “Can you give me a ride?”
He raises an eyebrow before snatching it out of my hand and slapping my behind as I leave the bathroom. “Tease,” he grunts.
Nearly eight hours later, I’m in New York sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic as I make my way to New York Presbyterian Hospital where Parker has been admitted. I’ve talked to two of his co-workers, his mother and his Doctor and now I have somewhat of a clear story as to what happened. Parker and two of his associates were on their way back to their hotel in their private car when another vehicle ran through an intersection and slammed into the side of their car going almost sixty miles per hour. Parker was sitting on the side where the car made contact and thus suffered most of the injuries but all four of them, including the driver, were expected to make full recoveries.
“Then bring your sexy little ass home tonight.” One of the reasons I’m not too opposed to sitting in this traffic is because it gives me time to talk to Jacob. “I didn’t get a chance to reunite with it properly.”
I ignore the first part of his comment, because he and I both know that I can’t hop a plane and come back home tonight after spending half the day traveling. I trap my index finger between my teeth and bite down gently. “Oh?”
“Don’t act coy, Whitney. Like you don’t love anal.” His voice is low and that one word vibrates throughout my whole body. “Like you’re not ready to come the second I get my dick in that tight hole.” I’m vaguely aware of the cab driver as I close the partition so he’s not alerted that I’m breathing like I just ran a marathon.
“I do love it.” Chalk it up to doing it for the first time with the man you trust most in the world. The man who also took your virginity and did anything sexual with. Despite the horror stories, I found it not so painful and actually a little enjoyable after a few times. After a month or two, it was an orgasm I craved. A full body high that was incomparable to anything I’d ever felt.
“All I had to do was rest a vibrator against your clit or rub it with my fingers and you’d be begging for my cock.” I squeeze my thighs as I try to quiet the low hum between my legs. “Your tiny little body underneath mine as I rocked into your ass, gripping your hips as it sucked every ounce of cum out of me.” My breathing has become erratic and I’m fully aware that I’m sitting in the back of a taxicab on the way to see my soon to be ex-fiancé as the man I’ve loved since I was old enough to know what that word even meant is attempting phone sex with me. “I can picture your back right now, glistening with sweat, your hair matted to your skin after a time I took you particularly rough. Riding you so hard your body would practically collapse.”
I whimper.
