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He flexes his knuckles and I bring them to my lips to kiss the red, angry-looking skin. “Nothing. Just went a little harder than usual in the gym.”
My lips turn down and I peer up at him. “Were you angry?”
“Yes. Not at you. I just needed to punch something I didn’t help create,” he says wryly.
My eyebrows rise momentarily in surprise, but that could only mean one thing. “Jonathan?”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, his hand moving to cover mine. “He pissed me off at breakfast.”
“Was he taunting you?”
“Little bit.”
I sigh. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize for him.”
“It feels like my fault there’s anything to taunt you with.”
He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. I just couldn’t hithim, so I hit the bag instead. Really, I should thank him. Got a good workout in,” he says with a little smile, bringing my hand up so he can give it a soft kiss.
“Was it about before, or the other night on the couch?”
“It doesn’t matter what it was about.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have done that,” I suggest, watching anxiously for any telltale sign that it bothers him. “I thought it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t tell right away if you liked it… And I didn’t know what to do.”
“Kennedy, it’s fine. I’m not upset about it, I promise.”
I plod on, anyway. “I was afraid that seeing me with Jonathan might change things for you. Knowing what happened behind closed doors is one thing, but actually seeing it…”
He shakes his head. “I was hesitant at first because it’s not really my thing, but I knew it would be good for you. As long as you and I are together, you’ll always have to be around Jonathan. Since your last experience with him wasn’t entirely consensual, I wanted you to have a better taste in your mouth. He doesn’t seem to think it was a big deal, but I know you didn’t feel good about it. I always want you to have what you need, Kennedy, even if I’m not the one giving it to you. It’s just frustrating,” he says, and I can feel the tension in him. “I’ve never been in that position before.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, rubbing his firm chest to show my support, wishing I could help.
“It isn’t your fault. It’s me I’m frustrated with. It wasn’t even my idea, it was his. I should have been the one to give you what you needed.”
“You were. Jonathan may have been the one between my legs, but I wouldn’t have gone along with it if you didn’t let me. I could’ve been seconds from coming and if you didn’t want me to, I would’ve told him to stop. Whether or not he would’ve listened is beyond my control,” I add dryly. “I told him to ignore me if I said no, and I don’t know how to tell him that coupon has expired, but I would have tried because I would never do anything to hurt you, or anything you didn’t want. You are the most impressive man in the world to me. There are none better. I adore you. I would do anything for you. I love you, and I know you love me. We would never do anything to hurt each other—not on purpose, anyway.”
His arm tightens around me and he pulls me against him. I snuggle into his chest and softly kiss the skin my mouth finds. “No, we would never hurt each other,” he agrees. “Not on purpose.”
I shake my head, letting a daring hand slide down his flat abdomen. I take my time, letting my fingers trace the ridges of his abdominal muscles, dragging my fingertip in a circle around his belly button.
As many times as he has rejected me lately, I’m afraid to go for it, but I want to ease his tension and connect with him again, so I let my hand slide down to caress his cock.
“I need you to understand something,” I tell him.
“What’s that?” he murmurs gruffly as I stroke him.
“I belong to you entirely. I trust you to take good care of me. I am yours to do with as you please. You could never hurt me by using me. Ilovewhen you use me. I want you to use me more.”
He doesn’t pull back or push me away this time. He closes his eyes, his arm behind me moving so he can push his fingers through my hair.
I palm his hard cock, rubbing it and then wrapping my hand around his thick length. My pussy throbs with need as his grip tightens. I can feel how much he wants me; he just needs to let himself have me.
“I love pleasing you,” I tell him, kissing his firm chest as I stroke him. “It feels so good. It’s like fire in my veins. You’re the only man I want to please. You always will be.”
“I better be,” he grumbles.
