18. My Wife
MY WIFE
CASH
When I exited the arena, I expected to see Paige who was normally waiting to congratulate me. I knew we weren’t in the best place, but I thought our chat meant she would at least come greet me.
I headed to the area where she was taking pictures and froze at the sight of some schmuck with his filthy hand wrapped around my girl’s forearm. I saw red as I prowled toward them.
“I suggest you remove your hand before I cut it off your fucking body,” I seethed, willing myself not to grab the man by the throat and make him bleed.
The dumbass had the audacity to laugh as he looked Paige up and down.
“He’s wrapped around your little finger, huh?
” He was clearly fishing for a reaction.
These reporters were all the same. They were bored of these boring assignments so they fished for the drama.
He turned to me and said, “Come on, bro, there are enough buckle bunnies to go around. You can share this one.”
I moved so fast the jackass didn’t have a second to react before I shoved him off Paige and pushed her behind me.
“That’s my fucking wife you’re talking about.”
Paige sucked in a breath, but she didn’t try to move.
“Oh yeah? Where’s her ring then?”
I exhaled and pulled the long gold chain out from under my shirt, holding it up for him to see.
“I wear them around my neck to keep her with me out there. They’re my good luck charm. Not that it’s any of your business.”
The man started laughing, as if I said something fucking funny, so I moved forward, gripping his shirt in my fist. I lifted him so we were nose to nose. I guarantee this fucker couldn’t take me in a fight.
“Cash!” I heard Paige shout from behind me through the buzzing in my ears. “Cash,” she screamed again, but I ignored her. “Jesse.”
That did it. I released the man’s shirt and took a step back.
“You’re fucking crazy, Leonard,” he said over his shoulder as he scurried away.
“Touch her again and you’ll see how crazy I can be,” I shouted after him.
Shaking my head, I turned back to Paige, but she was already walking away.
“Paige!” I shouted as I chased after her. She dipped into a private dressing area that was usually reserved for contestants. When we got inside, I shut the door behind us and leaned against it.
Paige started pacing, her hands on the top of her head.
“Pip, look at me,” I said calmly.
She stopped and faced me, concern etched into her face.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Don’t baby me,” she said, dropping her hands. “Why do you have my rings around your neck?”
I shrugged.
“Not good enough. Answer me, Cash.”
“They mean something to me, okay?”
“Why?”
“Because we’re married, Paige. It may not have happened the right way, we may want a divorce, but legally, you are my wife and it is my job to protect you.”
Paige was silent, but her face softened. “You said I was a mistake,” she whispered.
I was on her in a flash, my hands cupping her face, forcing her attention to stay on me so she would hear my words.
I was such a fucking moron that morning after, talking before my brain could catch up to the words coming out of my mouth.
I meant to tell her that getting married was a mistake, not that she was.
“You could never be a mistake, P.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, baby. I promise.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
We stood there in silence as thick hot tension grew between us. I stroked her cheek with my thumb as I stared into her eyes. They were a mesmerizing deep blue with a slight caramel ring around the edges. It would be so easy for me to kiss her right now, but I needed her to want that, too.
“What happens now?” she whispered as I dropped my hands.
“That depends on what you want.”
“Your hat isn’t a bad start.” She smirked at me.
A possessive feral feeling grew in my chest.
There’s my girl.
“You want my hat? You want me to claim you as my wife?” I asked.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. Her lust filled eyes trailed my hand as I took the hat off. In one swift movement I placed it on her head and used it to pull her into me.
Her mouth met mine with force, both of us moaning into each other.
My fingers tangled into her hair and gripped tight as I separated her lips with my tongue.
She groaned as she melted into me. I walked forward, backing her up until her back was pressed against the door.
I kissed down her neck, nipping her skin as I went.
Peeling the straps off her shoulders, I moved her tank top to expose her black lace bra.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I mumbled as I pushed her cup down and took her pert nipple into my mouth.
Paige gripped my biceps as I sucked harder.
She pulled me back by my hair, forcing me to meet her eyes as she asked, “Are you sure about this, Cash?”
“Call me Jesse. I like the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.”
She smiled. “Are you sure about this, Jesse?”
I reached down and used my pointer finger to run circles around the button on her jeans.
“I’m sure that I want you, P. Anything else, I’m taking it day by day.”
She nodded as I lowered my mouth back down to hers. I unbuttoned her shorts and brushed my palms over her skin to grip the plump ass that I have had dreams about. Her hands fumbled to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants before they were pushed down to my thighs.
Paige gripped my cock in her fist and I shuddered at the feeling.
She smiled against my lips. “Are you going to fuck me, Jesse?”
I kissed down her jaw until my mouth hovered right above her ear. “I’m going to fuck you here as fast as I can, and then when we get home, I’m going to take my time and worship every single inch of you.”
Paige moaned so loudly I had to slap a hand over her mouth so no one could hear us outside. Quickly, I flipped her and placed her palms flat on the door, kicking her legs apart. I pulled her shorts and tiny thong down to her thighs and lined up the head of my cock against her entrance.
“Are you ready?” I asked, barely able to hold myself back. I’d been wanting this for so long, it was a miracle I had this much patience. “We don’t have a lot of time before someone tries to come in here.”
Paige nodded quickly before I sunk myself into her. Our first time should’ve been gentle and loving, but it wasn’t. We were two people, desperate for each other.
Both of us groaned as I pulled out and pushed back into her with force. Thrust after thrust, Paige screamed my name until I leaned forward and clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Be a good girl and be quiet for me, okay?”
She bit my palm and nodded.
“You’re so pretty like this, baby. Spread wide for me. Letting me use you.”
Paige cried out as her pussy started to flutter around me.
“You like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” She nodded again as I thrust into her.
“Fuck. Want me to come for you? Do you want your husband to leave his mark?”
That sent her over the edge. Paige’s body started shaking as she cried and bit down on my palm harder. Feeling her orgasm around me sent me tumbling over the edge with her as I emptied myself with a shout. Heaving for breaths, I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder.
“You’re amazing,” I said against her skin.
“You’re everything I thought you would be,” she said back, lacing her fingers with mine as my hand rested on her stomach.
Once our breathing slowed, we fixed our clothes and ducked back out into the crowd. As I glanced around, I laughed at the fact that no one knew Paige Brooks had just shocked the hell out of me.
The short ride back to our rental felt like it took hours. As soon as we got back, I dragged Paige into my room and kept my promise.