Chapter 3 Jensen
THREE
JENSEN
Mia hasn’t moved since I pushed my seed back inside her like a lunatic. I’m so far gone, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Only that she has to take all of me for this to work.
Not a drop wasted.
It consumes me—the need to put my child in her.
I want her belly to grow big and round. I want to kiss her stretch marks, rub her back when it’s sore.
I want to claim every part of her, including her uterus.
I want to start our family and watch her flourish as a mother.
I want to see her holding a tiny version of us, perfect and ours.
But it’s been months.
Three fucking months, and she’s still not pregnant.
I’ve never failed at anything before. Not business, not life, not her.
But this… This is not working. She’s ovulating now, but even when she’s not, I can’t control the need to spill inside her at every opportunity. I’ve become consumed with the idea of her carrying my child.
Children.
This will never be a one and done.
“Jensen…” She whispers my name like her throat is too raw to speak it louder.
Right. I need to untie her.
I take a second to burn the image of her lying across the stools into my brain. She’s never looked more perfect. My little goddess laid out like a sacrifice. She’s naked from the waist down, and her shirt bunched up enough to expose the ridges of her spine.
I kiss her thigh reverently—completely at odds with the way she’s bent over and exposed for me.
Fuck, I love her.
I don’t know how to exist without her.
Her pussy glistens with our combined arousal, coating her in sticky wetness, and I can’t resist brushing my fingers through her cunt one last time. She feels like home. Like the sun breaking through a cloudy sky.
A tremble ripples through her as her breath hitches. My good girl. Even lying here, wrecked and ruined, she’s still so fucking responsive to my touch.
I crouch in front of her, brushing her hair back so I can see her face. Mia’s head is low, almost touching the side of the stool, her cheeks stained a pretty pink that makes my balls ache.
I lift her chin, desperate to see her eyes.
She’s dazed, like she’s downed a bottle of something strong, but the trust and love beneath that hits me in the chest like a hammer. I’d raze the world to ash before I break her faith in me.
“Are you with me, beautiful?” I ask her gently.
There’s a slow blink before she nods. “I think you broke my vagina.”
My lips twitch. I press a kiss to her temple. “I hope not. It’s my favorite place to be.”
I let her hair slip through my fingers so I can unknot the tie on her left wrist. I peel it off the stool leg, check her skin isn’t bruised or broken, then kiss where the fabric was looped around her. Then I do the same with the right. No injuries there either, but I still kiss her all the same.
“I don’t think I can move,” she warns, her voice thin.
“You don’t need to.” I stroke her hair. “I’ll take care of you.”
I’m careful as I lift her off the stools, slow and steady, in case she’s lightheaded. I won’t let her fall.
Never.
Mia leans into me like I’m the only thing keeping her upright, and I give her a second to let the blood rush back to her body. “You okay?” I check again as she drops her head into my neck.
“I don’t know.”
I pause, pulling back a little to check if she’s joking or if I went too far. Her eyes are closed, her breathing soft but shallow.
“Mia? Look at me.” My voice is sharper, and it feels like it takes an eternity for her to open them. “Was I too rough?”
The thought makes my chest burn. I could never hurt her—not intentionally. I’d rather fucking die. I want her to love when I touch her, consume her, when I give her what she wants, what she’ll beg for.
She was made to take my pleasure, but if I’ve pushed her too far—
“No.” She kisses my jaw. “You never give me more than I can take.”
My cock aches at that soft confession, whispered like sin while the early morning sun bathes her in radiance. I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’ll never stop treating her like the prize I somehow convinced the universe to let me hold.
I shift her in my arms, her weight pressing against my chest. Her body is limp, trembling with the aftershock of what I did to her. I never want to let her go, but I need to clean her up and feed her.
I carry her into the bathroom and set her down on the bench next to the shower. She watches me as I turn the water on. Steam curls into the room, quickly fogging the mirror over the basin.
“It’ll happen, you know?” she says, quiet but certain. I cut a glance over my shoulder. Her eyes are fierce, measured. “I’ll get pregnant.”
The tone of her voice feels like a fist in my gut. She shouldn’t be worrying. I’m the one who is failing her. I’m the one who hasn’t given her this.
I crouch in front of her, my hands resting on her knees. “You will.”
I’m firm when I say it. I believe it’ll happen. It’s just not happening fast enough for me.
Her eyes crinkle a fraction. “Because you’re not going to stop fucking me until I am?”
“Exactly.” I kiss her forehead, pulling her into me like I can take this weight off her shoulders. “I’ve already seen you in my dreams carrying our baby.”
She raises her brow. “You have?”
“Of course.” I slip my hand under her shirt to her belly. She’s soft under my palm, warm. My beautiful wife. I can’t wait to feel her grow. I brush my lips over the corner of her mouth. “We’re going to have everything we want, sweetheart. I promise.”
I don’t know how to accept anything else. Every time I’ve wanted something in life, I’ve grabbed it. Jobs, career, even her.
Mia’s hand covers mine. “I want this so much, Jensen.”
The lump in my throat is trying to suffocate me, I swear. “And you’ll have it.” I’ll do everything to make it happen. “Let me clean you up, sweetheart. You can’t walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs all day.”
The way her nose wrinkles is fucking adorable. I help her stand so I can take her shirt off. Bared to me, I take in every inch of her. I can’t resist dipping my head and kissing her breast. My teeth graze over the hard bud, enjoying the gasp she makes and the way her fingers tangle through my hair.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, squeezing the pillowy softness in my hand.
“Jensen, shower—remember?”
Her protest is smothered under her moan. I kiss the other nipple. I wouldn’t want it feeling neglected, and then I grasp her chin. The way she looks at me… Fuck. I want to be inside her again, but she already looks wrecked. Cock drunk.
Instead, I pull her in for a searing kiss.
“I love you,” I rasp the words like I’m invoking the cosmos to dare challenge it. I’m nothing without her.
“I love you more,” she says.
“Impossible.” And I’m not joking. I know she loves me—she shows it every day—but she has no idea how unstable I am when it comes to her.
Or the lines I would cross for her.
She has no idea the hundred micro-tasks I carry out every day to keep her safe and happy.
My eyes drop to her belly. Then I force myself to move.
I strip out of my clothes and guide us both into the shower. Her eyes don’t leave mine when I wash her between her legs until there’s no evidence left of how I ruined her. I take my time, even though we both have places to be. Caring for her. Loving her.
When we’re finished, I turn off the spray, wrap her in a towel and watch as she disappears into the bedroom to get dressed. I toss our discarded clothes in the hamper and follow her.
I expect to find her sitting on the bed, calm and relaxed, but she’s moving like a tornado through the bedroom.
“Babe?”
She doesn’t glance at me as she drags open a drawer. “I didn’t realize it was that late. I have to get to work.”
I clutch the towel at my waist, watching as she slips into the closet. A moment later, she emerges clutching one of my favorite dresses. It’s pale blue with little white flowers on it and it hugs her tits and hips in a way that drives me fucking wild.
Focus, Jensen.
“Message Juno and tell her you’re running behind.”
Mia cuts me a look as if I’ve told her to drown kittens. “I can’t just turn up when I want, Jensen.”
I pull the towel free and get a hit of satisfaction at the way my wife’s brain stutters at my naked body. “You’re the boss, babe. You can do whatever you want.”
“And when Juno asks why I’m late?”
“You’re the boss,” I repeat. “You don’t need permission to turn up when you want.”
“That’s not a reason, and you know she’ll ask. And I’ll get embarrassed and she’ll figure it out.”
I smirk. “Then tell her you were getting railed by your sex god of a husband.”
Mia snorts, but I notice she sneaks a look at me again. My insatiable little wife. “I am not telling my employee that I’m late for work because you were…” She drops her voice low, like she’s delivering state secrets “…rearranging my insides.”
I track every movement as she pulls on her underwear. The lace sits so pretty against her skin. The dress follows a moment later and my mouth dries. Fuck me. I cross the room, my hands falling to her hips. I need to touch her.
“I don’t know that I should let you out looking like this.”
She frowns, glancing down at herself. “Jensen, it’s just a dress.”
I rest my forehead to hers, uncaring that I’m naked and hard again. “It’s never just anything when it’s on you.”
Her eyes roll, but warmth dances there too. “You’re making me even more late.”
I hum. “I don’t care.” I kiss her, because I’m close to her mouth and I can’t resist. “Come and have breakfast with me.”
“I wish I could, but again… I’m late.” Mia pulls back from me and grabs her brush from the dressing table.
I grab a pair of boxers from the drawer. “You’re not leaving without eating, Mia.”
She meets my gaze in the mirror as she drags it through her wet tangles. “I’ll grab something on the way or get a delivery to the gallery.”
My jaw flexes. That doesn’t sit right with me. She’s not walking out of here without putting food in her belly.
“You’ll lose track of time and you’ll eat nothing until lunch.”
She finishes brushing and scrapes her hair back into a ponytail, securing the holder.
“If you wanted me to have breakfast, then you shouldn’t have ambushed me this morning.”
I step in behind her, my hand curling around her neck. “Baby, we’re trying to get you pregnant. You need real food in you for that to happen—protein, healthy stuff. Not takeout pastries and coffee.”
She turns to face me. “But I like coffee and pastries.”
“So get those when you get to work, but I’m not sending you out of here without knowing you’ve eaten proper food.”
Mia sighs, her fingers reaching for my chest. “Fine, but if you’re planning on fucking me like this tomorrow morning, then we need to be up an hour earlier.”
My lips twitch. “I’ll set my alarm.” She steps into my arms and I wrap around her like she’s part of me. She smells good, and she’s warm. I nock her head under my chin. “You’re just at the gallery today?”
“Yep. We have a new shipment coming in this morning. Five new paintings from one of my new artists, so I’ll be there all day.”
“No appointments?” I press.
“Nope.”
“No surprises?”
She pulls back to look at me. “No, but even if there was, I’ll take Theo with me.”
Theo’s a former Marine and built like a wall. I trust him with my wife’s safety, but he’s not me. He’ll never protect her the way I will.
Not with his life.
Not with blood.
“If you have to go somewhere—”
“I’ll call you or message,” she says, rolling to her toes and pressing a kiss to my jaw. “But I’m not going anywhere today, so you can relax. No one is going to snatch me out of the gallery.”
I don’t mirror her smile. She’s wrong. Given half the chance, anyone would take her. She and I have a combined wealth that would match a small country’s GDP. She’s a ripe target for abduction, blackmail, or ransom.
Mia thinks I’m being overcautious, but I don’t think I do enough. Every instinct urges me to lock her in the penthouse. I can control that environment. Her safety. But if I try to keep her in a cage, I’ll lose her.
“I was joking, Jensen.” Her smile falters. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
It won’t because I won’t allow it.
“I know.” I kiss her head. “Food, then work. The sooner you do both, the closer I am to having you back here.” I lean into her. “I want you to think about me all day and what I’ll do to you when I have you back in our home.”
“And what exactly are you going to do to me, Jensen Rivers?”
I pull back so she can see the way my eyes soften. “I’m going to worship every beautiful inch of you.”