Chapter 11 #2
She glances up at me under her thick lashes and blinks. “Hi. I didn’t see you there.”
“I can tell. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Oh. You didn’t. I was just… Um. I was just looking through my messages.”
“Anything particularly troubling?”
Her lips turn down. “No. No messages at all.”
“Ahhh. Maybe everyone is giving you space since you’re on your honeymoon.”
“I suppose.”
When her mood doesn’t lift at my words, I sigh and hand her the drink. “All settled in then?”
“Yes. Thank you.” She turns the glass in her hand and frowns at it. “Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?”
The bark of laughter vibrating in my chest is genuine as I lean over and kiss the top of her head. “I don’t need to get you drunk to do that. I didn’t know what you liked, and juice seemed to be a good, neutral starting point.”
Jessica nods, takes a sip, and smiles. “Good choice. Mother always gave me apple juice when I was feeling out of sorts.” Silence looms in the distance as she tips the glass back and drains it as expertly as taking a shot .
My lips quirk into a smile as I take the empty glass from her and gaze down at her face. “And does this mean you’re in better sorts now?”
She hangs her head and twiddles her fingers for a moment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. When I get scared, I can turn into a little bit of a brat. I get it if you don’t want to be around me for a little bit.”
Frowning, I tuck my finger under her chin and turn her gaze to me. “I’ll never abandon you. Even if I’m mad as hell, we’ll talk it out.”
“Oh.”
That little word speaks volumes, and if I ever get my hands on the asshole who made her feel like this, they will rue the day. Taking her hand in mine, I kiss her knuckles before turning it over to kiss her palm. A shiver jostles her arm, drawing a smile to my lips.
So fucking responsive.
“I’m going back to my cabin. If you need anything, you know where to find me.
” Grabbing my phone, I scroll back through the messages from Kessily until I find Jessica’s number.
It takes a moment or two to send her a text.
“That’s my number. If you need anything, text me.
You don’t have to use Kessily as a buffer. ”
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
Again, I tilt her face up. “In public, there’s no such need for an honorific. Devin will do just fine.”
A small grin teases the edges of her lips. “Yes, Devin. I understand.”
Leaning forward, I gently kiss her lips, pulling away before I can lose myself in her soft sighs. “Good girl.”
My mind churns as I make my way back to my cabin and pull out my laptop. Though I’m not planning on working during this trip, I can’t help but feel like my omega is hiding something from me. Even as I type her number into my screen, a sick sense of dread makes my stomach churn.
I shouldn’t be spying on her like this. She’s my wife and not some criminal I’m helping track down. Still though. Just one push of a button and I’d know everything. Glancing over my shoulder, I click and let the program do its work.
Nothing. Just as she said. No incoming texts and no outgoing texts. There’s not even anything in her deleted folder. Granted, with how she’s acting around this newer technology, maybe she doesn’t even realize all deleted texts never truly disappear.
As much as I hate snooping on her like this, it’s good to know she’s not the devious sort. Not from what I can see, at least. With another sigh, I put my laptop up and close my eyes, forcing my brain to settle down.
Darkness descends as we continue our long trek to Athens. Again, I look over at the empty cabin and sigh. She hasn’t called or texted, but I suppose it’s a good thing. Maybe she’s just waiting for me to make the first move?
As I get my phone out, a bit of movement catches my eye. Jessica stands outside my door, pillow in hand. Her expression is unreadable, but she doesn’t seem averse to being in my space. That’s good at least.
“I was wondering… That is… I… Could you-”
“Come in here, sweet girl.”
The moment she squeezes into my space, I hit the button to close the door behind us. Anxiety rolls off of her as we both watch it close shut. My fingers wrap around her slim waist as I pull her down onto my lap, gripping her tightly against me for a moment.
“Don’t worry, love. I’ve checked my door, and it works perfectly. Besides, I can still grab hold of a flight attendant from in here.”
With a soft chuckle, she smacks her forehead. “I guess I should have thought about doing that earlier.”
“You were distressed. No one really thinks clearly when they’re not mentally okay. Now what is it you wanted to see me about?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Something funny to pass the time?”
A wicked grin tilts up my lips into a half smirk. “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you’d rather do to pass the time?”
She ducks her head as a pretty blush fans across her face. “I’d rather not, if that’s all the same to you.”
“I’m not going to force you, Jessica. When you’re ready, it will happen.” Tucking her to my side, I scroll through the movies until one catches her eyes.
As much as I want to enjoy watching something with her, I find I’m far too distracted by how the curve of her body fits so perfectly against mine. Every laugh forces her breasts to rub against me, making my cock pulse and ache. For her benefit, however, I suffer in silence.
Dinner is a slight reprieve as she sits further away from me while we talk about mundane things. It’s good to learn about her, but I’d much rather have her back in my arms, regardless of how tortuous it is.
When she’s full, we put on another movie as I hold her close, memorizing the color of her hair, the way she sighs, what makes her laugh, and what makes her frown. After another hour or so, she’s completely asleep beside me.
Unable to resist, I softly kiss the top of her head and pull the blankets up around her shoulders, allowing her to sleep as long as she can.
As long as she’s in my arms, I’ll stay awake, keeping silent vigil over my newest prized possession, a submissive I never thought I’d have the privilege of receiving.