CHAPTER FORTY
Griffin
“W e need to shower.” I set Ava down on her bare feet. “Right now.”
Holding the towel, she looks terrified of me. “I’ll...wait.”
“Suit yourself.” I strip out of my shorts and tank top, tossing them into my hamper.
I walk away naked to the bathroom and run the shower. The hot water beats on my shoulders and my face. I grab the soap to lather my chest and arms. Rinsing that away, I wash my hair quickly, and rinse right after, too.
A small laugh breaks from my chest. I thought she’d want to shower with me. That she fucking cares. There goes hope, springing through me again.
God, I’m fucking pathetic.
It hits me, we’re married and by rights, I can make her fuck me. But I don’t trust her. After the stunt I pulled, I’m not letting her anywhere near my dick.
A knock on the glass shower door startles me and even more so when it opens.
“Any hot water left? Some bastard with a muddy backyard married me against my will.” At least she recognizes we’re married.
“What an asshole.” I turn around with a soapy cock, teasing her. “And there’s plenty of hot water.”
She climbs inside but immediately gives me a view of her back. I notice the curves she’s grown into after weeks of hot meals and fancy dining. Fuck, she’s filling out. I love how she feels in my arms, when I’m not afraid she’ll gauge my eyes out.
While I still have my sight, I gaze down to Ava’s sculpted ass. Christ, it fit so nicely in my hands earlier while I stared at her hole, dying to fuck her there.
Aw, shit. I look down at my soapy erection.
God, I’m sick.
My fingers itch to finish what I started before everything went off the rails today. Take her ass, the ultimate primal conquering. I just know she’ll love it.
But all I want to do now is pull her down to the shower floor and make her ride my cock under what’s left of the hot water and see those tits bounce. Her olive skin, soapy and shiny, is turning me the fuck on.
Maybe I should leave and let her finish, but I can’t move. Against her shiny skin, there are strips of hair in places no other woman would dare keep. She looks primally erotic. Ava is no princess. She’s wild and untamed.
Like me. The old me. The guy I miss.
She’s fighting hard to hold back the woman she truly is, and I’m fighting to be someone I’m not.
She faces me, rinsing out her hair. Those dark eyes lock on mine, but her gaze quickly cuts down my chest. My cock thickens more with every second and feels heavy between my thighs. Two can play this game. And if it leads to hate sex, well that seems like a great way to make the time go faster before I can return this demon spawn to her brothers.
Ava licks her lips at my toned body, cut muscles I work freaking hard to maintain every morning before dawn. I run my hand across my six-pack, my veiny biceps bulging.
“Nice tats,” she finally speaks. “Got a few more in the last few years.”
“A lot has happened to me in the last seven years,” I return. Including never getting over how my cock felt buried inside her heat. “Still like?”
“No.”
I bark a laugh. “Let me feel your cunt, you little liar. I bet you're wet.”
Rolling her eyes, she turns away.
“Keep showing me that ass, and I’ll give you what you dripped for earlier.” I step forward and let the tip of my swollen cock slide between her wet and silky ass cheeks.
Groaning, Ava slaps the tile wall. For some fucked-up reason, I think she’ll launch off her feet like a coyote to attack me. Instead, she turns around and presses her chest against mine. I thrust my hand into what’s left of her hair and pull hard.
“Since you’re naked and teasing me on our wedding day, seems proper to have a real wedding night.” I bring our lips together. “Unless you object, I’m going to claim your mouth. You don’t have any poisonous spiders hiding under your tongue, do you?”
“Good idea. Maybe tomorrow.” She pushes her hips against my cock.
I kiss her hard. She’s stiff at first, trying to act like it doesn’t mean anything. But as I grind my cock against her heat, she mewls and starts kissing me back.
She’s as savage as me, and I hate that I actually like her. She’s exactly the right woman for me. But it’s under all the wrong circumstances. She’s been forced on me. I’ve been forced on her.
My whole world settles into this one moment as I taste her mouth and roam my hands across her silky tits. A memory hits me of how taut every inch of her body was back then, except for these soft, pliant, big tits.
Christ, she’s even more sexy now like this.
Next, she lifts one leg, grinding that furry pussy against the head of my cock. The mound of hair is soft, but tingly against my skin, waking up my nerve endings.
Fuck...
I slide my hand down to her folds and finger her clit. Her legs widen, and I love how she opens for me. Her center is so swollen from arousal and her clit is so hard it can cut a fucking diamond.
She moans against my lips, the tenor yielding.
Yeah, I got her...
She loved sex with me. Gave as good as she got. Now that we’ve gotten the anger out of our system, we can get to fucking and satisfy both our needs.
“Remember, I’m your husband. If you want sex, you come to me. If I find a vibrator or a dildo anywhere in this house, it’s going into the trash.”
Her eyes narrow with a vicious glare that’s also a challenge. Her nipples are outrageously hard, and the way she’s squeezing her thighs, I bet her pussy is aching and throbbing for release. “You’re going to regret that.”
My cock twitches at her threats. “You’ve got a smart mouth. Why don’t you put it to use and suck me off,” I demand.
Like somehow she’s won, she smiles, lowering to the shower floor. My heart skips a beat because her lips around my cock was not a foregone conclusion.
In my own need for victory, I keep my hands on her shoulders in a dominant move. “Now suck my cock, wife.”
She fists my shaft and licks full pouty lips that close around my painfully sensitive cock. She laves my engorged head, slowly swallowing it into her warm, soft mouth.
Jesus, fuck, I think I just had a stroke.
I hold the side of her face and take part in this amazing act, fuck her mouth to spill down her throat before I code. With my cock thrusting inside her mouth, she strokes the underside of my shaft and massages my balls.
I’m gonna come any second...
When my cock widens to an unmanageable length and width, she pulls off and stands up. “I’m not a pelican, for fuck’s sake.”
I laugh, my voice vibrating off the glass.
“Turn around so I can fuck you from behind,” I groan, squeezing my cock. “Are you close, my little mud wrestler?”
“Fuck you.” She grips my shoulder and using my knee like it’s a notch on a tree, she climbs me and settles herself around my waist. “Don’t come inside me, Griffin.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. You’ve turned me on to coming on your face.”
With her securely perched on me, even though I’m standing, I fist my cock and find her entrance. Grabbing her ass, I push her all the way down on my stiff length and begin to fuck her. Or make her fuck me, depending on who wants to walk away and call this a win.
“Christ, that’s good,” I admit first.
“Uh-huh,” she says, her lips on my neck.
I turn my head and see the RAVEN tattoo. She’s all mystery, magic, and secrets. But fuck, her cunt is so tight, so silky, so wet.
Next, her teeth are clamped down and she’s biting me. It feels so good, the sting of pain holds off my orgasm. Did this minx know that?
Genius.
My genius. My wife. Ava is fucking mine .
I’m dizzy and ready to fall over, so I lean her against the tiles, fearful that if I push her against the glass door, I’ll break it with the force of my thrusts.
Ava’s eyes flutter and her head falls back. “God, right there. Don’t stop.”
“Never. I’ve been dying to see you at my mercy with that smug kitten look wiped off your face. I got you, little demon. I know what you like.”
A few more pumps and I see stars. Ava yelps and her already tight pussy strangles my cock with vise-tightening clenches.
I hold back until she’s done climaxing. Then I lift her off me and push her down to her knees again. Jerking my cock, I come all over her face, my tight fist ringing every last drop of cum out of me.
She takes it. Takes being sprayed with my cum.
Where did this woman come from?
Everything is hazy as I pump my seed all over her. Marking her. I can’t get enough of her.
I won’t get enough of this.
I finish and step away, my back sagging against the shower wall.
Ava pushes to her feet, rinsing my cum away. “Asshole.” She slips from the shower, leaving me breathless.
“That’s next, wife,” I holler.
Fuck, I’ll die if I don’t claim her like that soon. I shut off the water and step out of the shower. Ava is long gone and...so are all the towels.
I don’t know how long I stay in the bathroom. Holy fuck, I forced a woman to marry me at gunpoint. My mother will kill me.
Naked and dripping, I finally leave the bathroom.
I see Ava on the bed with that creepy-ass clown still in the middle. She’s wrapped in all the towels , head to toe. I fucked her so hard she passed out.
Right there, I realize she’s not the same woman from seven years ago who fucked me several times, wrung so much cum out of me, and had the energy to stay awake and tie me up.
That was Hadleigh.
This is Ava, and for the first time, I like her better.
I leave the bedroom wearing sleep pants and after Zeke searches the wardroom closet, I return to the bedroom but find the bed empty. Before I panic, wondering what the hell happened to Ava, she comes out of the bathroom again in one of my T-shirts and stops in her tracks, seeing me standing there.
“I thought you went out again tonight.”
“Not tonight,” I say, realizing she wears my shirts when I’m not home. I’m taking that as some kind of win that she wants to stay close to me. “It’s our wedding night.”
She glances at my fist. “What is that?”
I lift the bolt cutter. “You seriously don’t know what this is?”
She gazes at Bozo. “No, wait.”
“Sorry, that ship has sailed.” I hike to the bed, and ignoring my heaving stomach at this hideous clown, I clip the chains that are keeping it attached to my headboard. “Don’t think I didn’t catch the symbolism.”
She folds her arms. “Took you long enough to get rid of him.”
I knew it was a fucking game. Two more snips, since she chained its feet at the bottom, and I lift the clown by the collar. Having no clue what to do with it, I open the bedroom door and drop-kick it down the stairs, hoping it makes its way to the parlor level.
Seeing it mangled, Bridget will hopefully put this thing... I stop, something hitting me.
Bridget knows about my clown...aversion. Fuck, she was an accomplice to this hideous joke. But I snort a laugh, liking that Bridget and Ava have bonded. Even at my expense.
“Get back in that bed, wife.”
Sighing, she tiptoes and gets under the covers. The fight in her eyes returns, but her eyelids grow heavy. “Did I mention this bed is comfortable?”
“I hope you still feel that way when I’m on top of you fucking you.”
Her lips part and then those teeth bite into her lower lip. “I can think of worse ways to spend six months.”
Always with the last word, reminding me that she’s leaving me.
Given how my heart’s pounding, I’m thinking six months won’t be enough for me to get my fill of her.
Maybe not even forever.
I get in, too, and obliterate the empty sheets to drag her back against my chest.
“ This ...is much better.” Ava gives a heavy sigh and finally surrenders.