On The Border - Marry Him Or Die

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Jenny’s POV

We stay for a while longer, talking about more general stuff. His hands never leave mine. I found that gesture both confusing and sweet at the same time. It was messing with my head and planting feelings I was fighting to feel or acknowledge. It was also causing me to wonder what he was feeling and whether his gesture was pure innocent instinct to make me feel safe or was it something much deeper and less innocent.

“Shall we go back or do you want to stay a little longer?” he asked quietly after a long stretch of silence between us.

I removed my left hand from his soft grasp and looked at my watch. My eyes widened in surprise when I looked at the time.

“Oh my god! It’s four! I didn’t realize we have been sitting her for so long!” I said in surprise.

He gave me a sweet deep smile as he said “I haven’t realized either. It must be because we had so much to talk about, that time slipped by without us even noticing. Did your cut stop hurting?”

“Yes, it is much better now. Thank you for taking me with you to get some fresh air. It was really something I needed” I said appreciatively.

“You’re very welcome. I can take you out whenever you want Jenny, you only need to ask, ok?” he said tenderly.

“Ok” I said in a low voice.

“Shall we?”

We both got up and our hands left each other as we headed back into the car. It was at that moment that I felt cold again. I didn’t want to admit it, but his touch was addictive. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to hold on to them and never let them go for they gave me a lot of warmth and safety.

The trip back home was silent and quiet.

Ten minutes later, we were both back in bed and saying good night to each other.

I had to give a serious lecture to my subconscious to stick to this side of the bed. I was scared that after having a taste of his addictive touch, I would unconsciously return for more. I didn’t want to embarrass myself any more than I already did this morning.

I closed my eyes and hugged myself to compensate for the emptiness I was feeling and missing inside me.

***

Thankfully, I didn’t stray from my side of the bed throughout the rest of the night.

I woke up to the sound of the shower running. I looked at the time on my phone and groaned in tiredness.

It was 7:40 a.m.

We barely slept for a few hours and I was still sleepy.

Would he be upset if I skipped breakfast and overslept?

I didn’t want to find out.

Staying on his good side was giving me a sense of safety I have never felt before my entire life and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.

I propped myself against the headboard and rubbed my eyes open against my will.

I was stifling a very big long yawn when the door to the bathroom opened, and Alex stepped out in all of his glory, with a towel covering his lower half.

I tried really hard to focus on his face but damn! His body was really to kill for. My eyes roamed over every delicious part of him.

“Morning” He gave me a smirk as he noticed my failed attempt to stop staring.

Much to my embarrassment, he started walking towards me until his body was a few inches from me.

He dropped down and rested his hands on the headboard, on either sides of me.

I gulped as the scent of his body wash invaded my nostrils. I don’t think I have ever smelled something as sweet as that smell.

“Why are you embarrassed Jenny?” he asked quietly.

Embarrassed might not accurately express what I was feeling at that moment.

I tried to play it cool and refuse to let him embarrass me even more.

I looked challengingly at his piercing grey eyes and said in the same tone he just used “Who said I am?”

“Your crimson red face” he answered smugly.

“It’s my natural color actually” I shot back.

His closeness, his smell, his gaze, and even his damn husky voice was so turning me on even though I had never experienced that feeling before but I was still able to recognize it right away.

I mean a hot sexy scene in a movie or an episode sometimes made me feel something in my core, but it was never as intense as this feeling that just claimed me.

“Hmm, If you say so” he said as he leaned a little closer and I felt my breath catch in both dread and anticipation.

Would it really be that bad if I tasted my first kiss with him?

He was my husband after all.

And he was hot as hell.

And he was also practically inviting me in right now.

My heart screamed at me to go for it while my mind warned that I might regret it later and end up embarrassing the heck out of myself if he wasn’t into me at all.

Which one should I listen to?

Was it all in my head? Or was he also thinking about it?

Too much overthinking Jenny! Just do something already!

We kept staring at each other, our faces inches away.

The moment his eyes looked down at my lips, I took that as my cue and leaned a little bit closer to him.

It was like he was waiting for me to do that as the next thing I knew, his lips were brushing over mine agonizingly slowly.

I let him take the lead as I had no idea nor experience on how to kiss.

My heart was about to explode out of my chest and tiny little tingles ignited everywhere on my body as his kiss deepened and he claimed my mouth in his possessively.

His hands gently cupped my face as he laced his tongue inside my mouth and invaded all my senses and nerve endings.

I was lost in that kiss, I forgot who I am, where I am, and everything else that existed other than this moment.

He groaned inside my mouth and pulled away.

We were both panting for air.

Yeah, definitely not bad at all.

He looked at me with a little remorse on his face, his hands were still gently holding onto my face.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped and freaked you out” he said carefully.

I smiled a little at his sweetness and said softly “Don’t be”

He seemed genuinely happy to hear that.

“Do you want some more?” he asked playfully.

“Are you offering?”

“Well, for you, assume I always am”

My face became redder if that was even possible at that point.

His words alone increased my arousal. He is good at flirting and knows exactly the right words to say to make someone feel special.

“Well, it would be rude to say no then” I said mischievously.

The next thing I know, his mouth was hungrily devouring mine in a heartwarming deep long kiss.

Seeing two people kiss and actually experiencing that feeling yourself is a completely different experience.

It was such a high, I never wanted to come down from it. It brought waves of pleasure inside my whole body, I never wanted them to go away or stop.

I instinctively grabbed the back of his hair with both hands as I felt my head sway either from the pure feeling of ecstasy or the lack of oxygen I didn’t know.

I tried to imitate the feel of his tongue inside my mouth as I pushed mine into him trying to claim him as he was claiming me. It caused him to groan again and devour my mouth with a toe curling passion and a moan escaped me as my pleasure overwhelmed me.

He was a great kisser, just like he claimed to be. I wondered how many women he had kissed to become that good at it.

If the kiss was doing all of that to me, what the hell is the full experience going to do?

We pulled apart at last, desperate to catch some air.

We looked into each other’s eyes and I could both sense and see how hard he was under that towel.

It caused an involuntary shudder to run through me.

Was he going to take this to the next level or let it stop at that?

Was I ready if he was?

I wasn’t.

While kissing was great; more than great actually more like mind blowing, it was best to stop at that, for the time being.

“I think that’s enough experiencing for now. We do have a breakfast to attend to. However, it’s fair to say you tasted like heaven and if it was up to me, I wouldn’t taste anything else after that. Well, except for your pussy. I bet it tastes divine right about now” he said lustfully.

“Oh my god!” I squealed with complete and utter embarrassment at those dirty words as I hid my face with my hands and clenched my thighs tighter.

It was about to explode from the intense rush of blood that was coursing through it, my face I mean not my… pussy.

He chuckled deeply at my reaction.

“Can’t keep up with my retorts anymore, can you?” he teased playfully.

I peeked at him in between my fingers and said in a muffled voice “I don’t think you left any room for that after what you said”

That caused a throaty laugh to erupt from him as he tried to pry my hands away from my face while I fought him.

“Don’t hide that gorgeous face from me, Jenny. Don’t punish me like that” he said so gently.

I surrendered to his attempts and lowered them down as I stared at him in wonder and amazement.

I had no idea he was capable of being that sweet and seductive.

I could see what lured Melanie into marrying him despite the danger.

He was a very sweet talker, a great kisser, and no doubt perfect at sex.

At the reminder of Melanie, my pleasure was gone all at once.

How long has it been? No more than two weeks since their wedding day.

Were two weeks enough to make him move on from the girl he was about to marry and be with his whole life, the girl he was supposed to be madly in love with?

I highly doubt it.

What was this then?

Was he settling for me instead? Or was this a rebound thing?

Was he using me just for the sake of his pleasure because I was officially his wife and considered fair game?

Did he actually feel anything for me or was it all just a game to get me to sleep with him whenever he felt like it?

“What happened?” he asked tensely.

“Hmm?”

“You look sad…do you.. Regret the kiss?” he asked vulnerably.

Do I regret it? No

Do I wish I could take it back? Maybe

I shook my head slightly as I couldn’t trust my voice not to come out disappointed and cause him to ask further questions.

“Then what is it? Talk to me… please” he said tenderly.

I didn’t want to talk to him about it. For many reasons.

I was afraid of his reaction considering the last time I brought up his ex fiancée, he got so pissed off, he grabbed my neck and ripped some of my stitches.

While I was half certain he wouldn’t do that again, even if I pissed him off, I still didn’t want to place my doubts out loud, at least not right now.

I avoided his intense gaze and lowered my eyes down as I said nonchalantly and shrugged “Nothing, we should get up, it’s almost breakfast time. We shouldn’t be late”

I got up and hurried inside the bathroom before he had time to stop me.

I stood in front of the mirror and heaved a deep sigh as I looked at my reflection.

Just like I expected, my usually pale face was red as a tomato. I looked so flushed and vibrant. Almost like I was coming back from an intense training session.

While my face expressed my joy, my insides were churning with the opposite.

What was it? Jealousy? Bitterness? Self doubt?

I had no idea, probably all of the above.

What the hell am I going to do about it?

Put a stop to it and ask him to back off for the sake of my sanity and self respect? Or take it to the next level and live in the moment, consequences and real intentions be damned?

What do you think I should do?