Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
CONRAD
“Mirabeth?” I tap her cheek, getting close to her slack face, seeing her eyes are closed, her mouth open.
Shoving my arm under her ribs, I lift her upper half, and her head lolls to the side on her neck.
My lungs constrict, my throat closing in.
Tell me I didn’t accidentally fuck my brand new wife to death.
“Mirabeth!” I shake her like a rag doll, shouting her name again and again.
Fear that I’ve irreparably harmed her makes my chest want to crack open and bleed.
Turning her chin up, I put my cheek close to her mouth, and I go lightheaded with relief to feel her breath softly fanning my face. She’s fine. She’s only asleep. I didn’t go back on my promises.
Awkwardly turning us around and readjusting the pillows, I gently lay her on her stomach, her backside and my stomach sticky with my cum. My legs are Jello when I climb off the bed and kick off my ill-fitting pajamas, finding Merlin staring at me from his seat on the dresser.
He crouches as if readying to launch across the room onto the bed, but I snap my fingers.
“You leave my princess alone,” I whisper harshly, giving Merlin a narrow-eyed look until he relaxes.
He knows who the alpha is now, and it’s certainly not the one who keeps terrifying my wife…
although…I guess I’ve done plenty of that too. The regret is swift.
After cleaning myself up in the restroom, I wet a washcloth and bring it to the bedroom. Except, once I climb onto the bed and straddle the backs of Mirabeth’s thighs, intending to wipe down her back and pert ass, I’m the one who now can’t move a muscle.
I whisper, “Mirabeth?”
I wait and wait for any sign that she’s conscious, and when nothing happens, I toss the washcloth onto the breakfast bar.
I kiss the back of her neck and down the length of her T-shirt, my mouth watering at her feminine scent, then rub my cum into her skin like lotion.
She really is as pretty as a princess with her silky hair and big, expressive eyes.
I’d thought so the second I saw her standing in that baby blue dress she wore at our quick jailhouse wedding.
An absolute, stunning vision that took all of my strength to pull my eyes away from.
Since I’ve organized this place from top to bottom, I know she’s not on birth control, and just because she has that secret tote beneath her bed, that doesn’t mean she plans on using it any time soon.
Certainly not with someone like me. I need to check to see if I pulled out in time, for my own peace of mind, so I spread her cheeks and push my first two fingers into her pussy from behind, hoping she can forgive me for this.
She’s wetter than she should be, even after two orgasms, and when I pull my fingers out, examining them by the light of the TV, my suspicion is confirmed.
I pinch my eyes shut, dropping my head forward while rubbing my wet fingers into her skin as well.
If she wasn’t my princess before, she certainly is now, and I murmur out an apology.
With nothing I can do about it at this time of night, I lie down beside her and tuck the rumpled comforter around us.
The silence is unbearably loud with Mirabeth fast asleep beside me, cradled in my arms like a lover.
I almost miss arguing with her, which had been more fun than I’ve had in a long time.
Lifting my head, I pspsps quietly to Merlin until he jumps on the bed.
He plops down on my pillow, and I absently scratch his ear until his vibrating purrs lull me into the best sleep I swear I’ve ever had.
I startle awake, surely on the brink of death, being suffocated by a fat ball of fur on top of my face.
Merlin tries to climb right back on top of me so he can continue his efforts of killing me with love when I set him to the side, but I snap my fingers, and he rolls over on his back, letting me scratch his belly.
“Not freaking cool, Merlin,” Mirabeth says from her seat at her desk, her hand cupped over the bottom of her phone held to her ear. “I’m buying the cheap treats next—oh, sorry, yes, ten-thirty would be great. Thanks!” she says cheerily into the phone before ending the call.
Sitting up in bed, I rub the sleep from my eyes, relieved to see my wife doesn’t look worse for wear and isn’t holding last night against me. “Who was that?”
She glances my way, her eyes dropping to my bare chest, before she returns to tapping on her tablet, her laptop open in front of her. “My doctor. I have an appointment next week.”
“For what?”
“Birth control,” she says without looking at me, her cheeks growing increasingly pink to match the clean, oversized T-shirt she’s wearing.
“Oh,” I say, dropping my eyes to Merlin as I scratch his armpit, making him stretch out with a purr when I hit just the right spot. “Good.”
“Mmhmm. Coffee’s ready if you want some,” she says.
Since I personally cleaned out her ancient, crusty coffee machine yesterday, I’m not so hesitant about pouring myself a cup once I drag myself out of bed. “This is the best coffee I’ve had in years,” I say with genuine appreciation, even though it’s likely the cheapest off-brand available.
She looks up with a shy smile that strikes me right in the chest, but then she throws her hands up in front of her eyes. “Ew, oh my god, why are you naked?”
Never have I had a woman say ew while looking at me, and that was even before I packed on the pounds of muscle. “You weren’t saying ‘ew’ when I was deep—”
“That’s different!”
Stunned, I ask, “How?”
She parts her fingers to peek between them, “I didn’t have to see it!”
My shaft lengthens as I take another sip of my coffee, then I set my cup aside. I stalk closer, my cock now hard and pointing up, and I take her wrists to pull her hands away from her beautiful face. She really is a stunner.
Mirabeth squeezes her eyes shut…only for her long lashes to flutter a second later to see through tiny slits.
I ask, “What’s wrong with the way it looks, hmm?”
“It’s monster-sized, all purple and veiny and…and…ridiculously huge,” she says breathily, then bites her bottom lip, her hair slightly damp from a recent shower.
It strangely doesn’t sit right with me to realize she must have scrubbed my cum from her skin. I wish she hadn’t. Immediately, I try to shake the thought off.
Leaning over, I brush my lips along the shell of her delicate ear and whisper, “You took my monster-sized cock so well last night, princess. Think you could do it again?” Please say yes. “Or are you too sore?”
“Too sore!” She squirms on her chair, no doubt feeling the ache in her pussy.
Damn. I place her hands on my abs and drag them down slowly as I flex my muscles, my cock twitching as precum beads at the tip. “So you don’t want me to bend you over this table and fuck an orgasm or two out of you?”
Her gorgeous blue eyes fly open and connect with mine. She stutters, “Yes! I-I meant, no! No. I—baby—birth control—wait?”
Right. Neither of us wants to have a baby with a random stranger. She could turn out to be an axe murderer after all. How would I know?
“That’s a shame,” I say, dropping her wrists and moving away. Truly, a shame. I would have loved replacing the missing cum on her skin.
“Where are you going?” she asks, leaning halfway out of her seat.
I chuckle and check the time on my outdated phone that I’d left charging on the kitchen countertop. “Disappointed, princess?”
“No,” she answers quickly, though her forehead wrinkles.
“My mom’s throwing a ‘welcome home’ party.
Gotta shower and get ready.” I finish the last of my coffee, then head to the bathroom that smells strongly of Mirabeth’s sugary-sweet body wash.
It’s happily a far cry from the B.O. that permeated the prison and the industrial-strength soap that left my skin itchy and dry.
I don’t care how ‘girly’ the fragrance is; I’m going to slather it all over my skin with utter delight while I jerk off, fantasizing about Mirabeth, like I had last night.
Turning back to her task, Mirabeth says, “Ok. Let me know if you need me to drop you off or pick you up.”
I quirk a brow. “You’re going with me.”
She genuinely looks surprised when she asks, “Why would you want me to go?”
“Because you’re my wife.”
“Fake wife.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “We’ve been over this before.
” She rolls her eyes. “Plus, my mom knew I’d signed up for the early release marriage program, and she’s expecting to meet you.
Also…” I hesitate, feeling immature, but I go ahead and spit out.
“My ex-fiancée will be there. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen her since she broke off our engagement, and I’d like an added buffer. ”
Mirabeth sits up straighter. “Why would your mom invite your ex?”
My cock flags when I think of Alisa, and I twist my hips to hide it from Mirabeth’s view. “Because she’s married to my older brother.”
Mirabeth lets out a huff of displeasure on my behalf. “Wow. That’s so not cool.”
“Agreed.” With a strange vulnerability and a plea in my voice, I ask, “So, will you go with me?”
“If I don’t pass out thinking about how many strangers will be there, then sure.” She shuts her laptop with a snap, then jumps up to begin sorting through her dresses. Holding up two options with a sly grin, she asks, “Which one would piss off your brother or sister-in-law more?”
I nod to the one on the left, my cock swelling once more. Never did I think I’d like the idea of my partner giving me the choice of what they wear.
“Oh geez, it’s doing that thing again,” Mirabeth says, looking away with crimson cheeks.
“Doing what?”
She hangs up the dress I didn’t pick and gestures a hand toward my lap. “Getting all big and scary again.”