“Me too, bombshell. Me too.”
Epilogue
SAGE
Two months later…
“Jensen!” I squeak as he pushes me back into the bathroom. I pretend to sound shocked, but I have to hold back a giggle. I’m starting to think he has a thing for bathrooms, or maybe it’s just a thing for me.
I went too far this time and I knew it when I watched his jaw clench as we sat at the table together eating dinner. I barely missed him reaching for me as I jumped up from my chair and pretended I needed to go to the ladies’ room.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and Mom talked us into staying with them for a few days. I should have said no since Jensen and I have a problem keeping our hands to ourselves. Things like this keep happening, but seeing my family with Jensen is what made me cave. I wanted him to spend a Christmas with his new family.
“You shouldn't tease me,” he grunts before his mouth is all over me. I don’t fight it because there’s never a point. Not that I would anyway, because I love everything about his dominating ways. It works for us and we learned quickly that everything about the two of us works. We fit perfectly together and some part of him always knows what I need before even I do. He gives me that and so much more.
“I wasn’t teasing you,” I say between kisses. I was teasing the waitress. It was shameless and wrong, but I couldn't help myself. She knew Jensen was mine and still she tried to catch his eye. I might have been a little bit more handsy than normal for what we do in public. Jensen is always touching me and he doesn’t care where we are.
“Your tits are practically falling out,” he growls.
His mouth trails down my neck and I know I’m going to have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow. Damn it. I have a light-up Christmas sweater I was going to wear. Jensen grazes his teeth along my cleavage and this time I’m the one who moans and all thoughts of the sweater leave my mind. This is worth it.
He bunches up my dress but pauses for a moment when he notices I don’t have underwear on.
“Bombshell.” His eyes snap up to mine. “You’ve been running around without panties?”
“Oops!” I feign innocence and he narrows his eyes.
His hard look only makes me wetter, and I’m anxious for the fucking he’s about to give me. He keeps ripping them off of me, so what was the point?
“Showing off your tits to the server.” His voice is clipped like he can’t even think the words, let alone say them. I don’t know if it’s from being turned on or being pissed. From the look in his eyes and his hardness pressed into my hip, I’m going with it being a mix of both.
“I was showing her I had you taken care of.” I know Jensen only wants me. The man barely takes his eyes off me and it’s only when he has to. But if anyone should understand the need to show everyone ownership, it’s him. He makes sure everyone who comes within a ten-mile radius knows I’m his. I’d even go as far as to say he’d have Mine or Property of Jensen tattooed on me, but that would mean someone else would have to touch me to do it and that’s not happening.
“No one sees this but me.” Jealousy flashes in his eyes. His fingers slide into my pussy and I throw my head back. “You’ve been a bad girl, bombshell. I shouldn't give you this, but you know I don’t like it when you don’t get what you want.”
“Please.” I push myself onto his hand, trying to get more of him.
“Be quiet. I bet that prick who works here is standing outside the bathroom door right now. He’s probably wishing he was me while he palms his dick and tries to hear those sweet sounds you make when I get you worked up.”
He’s talking about Nathan, who doesn't even come over to say hi to me anymore. I’d bet anything it’s because my husband said something to him. Oh god, why does thinking that someone out there might hear us make me even hotter?
“You’re going to be silent, aren’t you, bombshell?” I nod my head and clamp my lips tight.
Everyone in my family thinks it’s funny how Jensen acts around me while I pretend to be annoyed. I’m not sure why, because he knows I’m faking it and I love his jealous attention more than I should. He gets rough and demanding, then he loves me exactly how I want.
He gives me a cocky smile as his finger goes right for my clit. I whimper as I try not to make a sound. He grinds his cock against me and my core clenches, feeling empty.