THE IN-LAWS
(Mathis)
“I cannot believe you did that,” Jennifer stared at me in disbelief.
I grinned. “What?”
“You…my parents have never been here to see me and now…” She frowned.
“Are you not wanting them here?” I asked and rose to my feet.
“Well…my mom…she’s…innocent.”
I chuckled. “I won’t corrupt your mom, love. It’s you, I am dying to corrupt.” I said stepping behind her. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I pressed my thumbs into the tight knots of her back. “Stressed, Jennifer?”
She scoffed. “More like fucking confused as shit.”
I knew how she felt. In all the years, I had never been the type to just go with it. I needed control. I needed to know what I was getting into before doing something but since meeting her the night before, all rational thought flew out the fucking window.
She leaned her head back, resting it against my stomach and sighed. “That feels good.”
My body stirred with memories of our shower. God this woman could suck a mean cock. I wondered how far she could take it and I made a mental note of testing that theory later, or now depending on whether she kept up with those small noises that were leaving her lips.
“Are you close with your parents?” I asked, pushing my fingers into the muscles of her upper back.
“Yes, but they drive me bat shit crazy,” she said, closing her eyes.
I wrapped a hand around her neck and leaned down, brushing my mouth along hers. The taste of her sweet lips made my body hum. I couldn’t get enough. Ever.
“Tell me about them,” I whispered.
“Later.”
I smiled. “Why? Something else you want to talk about instead?” I gripped her jaw, licking into her mouth and ran my other hand under her dress, up her inner thigh. “You want me to fuck you again, Jennifer?”
Her breathing picked up and she spread her legs, opening to me. She tried to fight the connection we shared but her body sure as hell didn’t.
My fingers grazed over her bare mound. “Spread those milky white thighs for me, love,” I demanded.
She did as I said and grabbed onto my wrist, guiding me.
My cock hardened, straining against my zipper. I loved it when a woman knew her body by the touch of her own hand and it was one of the hottest fucking things ever. “Show me what you want.”
“I need you inside me,” she panted.
I nipped her bottom lip making her jump. “Show me.”
Jennifer grabbed my hand and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. She moaned, clenching around me, her slick juices coating my fingers.
“Mathis.”
“Show me,” I growled against her mouth.
Holding my hand, she started moving my fingers in and out of her, building up momentum. Fuck, she was hot. For me. And she was mine. All fucking mine.
“Oh shit. Yes.” Her hips moved back and forth against my hand as she fucked my fingers.
“Don’t come.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
I released her and pulled her to her feet before bending her over my table. Lifting her dress to her hips, I landed a hard swat on her bare ass.
She gasped and glared at me over her shoulder.
I smirked and undid my belt. “What do you want?”
Her gaze travelled down to my now free erection and she licked her lips. “Is this thing sturdy?”
Now that’s a woman after my own heart. I gripped her hair in my hand, pushing her face first against the table and thrust into her hard.
She screamed my name, trembling beneath me. “Oh fuck me. Harder, Mathis.”
Her tight cunt wrapped around me, squeezing me in a vise like grip as my thrusts became rough and deeper. “That’s it. Louder.”
She whimpered and placed her hands on the tables, pushing back against me.
“Shit,” I groaned, gripping her hips tight. From the first moment we kissed, I was done.
No longer having the control I always craved, I let the actions and power of my thrusts take over as I pumped into her at a frantic speed. Although it was surely going to leave marks, I reveled in seeing evidence of where I’ve been.
“Mathis. Oh God. I can’t. I—”
“Yes. You. Can. Come. Harder,” I said between thrusts.
Her body squeezed me, milking my cock dry as she came hard.
A tingle shot from my balls, up my spine and straight into her body as I released my come into her tight cunt. I pulled out and wrapped my hand around my cock, spilling the rest of my seed onto her ass. I wanted to mark her. Coat her. Make her mine.
We may have just met, but she was already a part of me. Etched into my soul. Forever.
“Don’t look so scared,” I said into Jennifer’s ear as I wrapped a hand around her jaw. I kissed her head and breathed, inhaling the sweet scent of the lavender body soap on her skin.
“I’m not. It’s just…it’s been awhile since I’ve seen them,” she mumbled.
The next day we had gone to the airport to pick up her parents. Jennifer had told me that we could wait a couple of days or weeks before bringing them here, but clearly her mother was worried. I wanted to get that sorted as soon as possible and what better way than to fly them out.
She chewed her bottom lip and sighed.
The sight made my blood hum. “Stop that or else I’m going to bite it.”
She looked up at me, her cheeks going flush and she did it again.
I growled and placed a hard bruising kiss on her lips. As much as I wanted to keep going, we were in public. Although, the exhibitionist side of me thought maybe we could show these people a thing or two about pleasing your partner in bed.
“God, even your kisses turn me on,” she moaned against my mouth.
I chuckled and trailed my fingers down her arm before entwining them in her hand.
Jennifer frowned and looked down, watching the movement. Her gaze met mine and something flashed in her beautiful blue eyes before she looked away.
She didn’t look away quick enough because I saw it. I felt it, too. Could you fall in love with someone so fast? Was it possible? I was a man who always got his way but if there was any indication that I could not make her happy, I would let her go. But after that look, everything was settled. Marrying her was probably the fucking smartest decision I had ever made.
A squeal of happiness interrupted my thoughts as Jennifer was pulled out of my grip.
I opened my mouth to protest when I realized an older woman was hugging her.
“Oh Jenny. It’s so good to see you. Are you hurt? Are you happy? Will you please tell me what is going on?” The older woman with vibrant red hair flowing down to her shoulders, held Jennifer’s face in her hands.
“I’m fine, Mom. Please, let me go,” Jennifer said, trying to shove out of her grip.
I bit back a chuckle. It amazed me that although she fucked for a living, she wasn’t into small touches of affection from those that loved her. Well no more. No more clients. It would be me and only me touching her from now on.
“You must be Mathis,” a large man said, his deep gruff voice invading my thoughts, and slightly intimidating me.
“Sir.” I stuck out my hand and shook his in greeting. His graying hair surrounded a face that was weathered due to the sun but his blue eyes shone with love as he watched his wife and daughter reunite.
“I heard you married my daughter,” he bit out and placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, forcing me to take a step back out of ear shot of the women he clearly loved.
I nodded once.
“Why?”
I thought a moment. Why did I marry her? To fuck her? No, I could have had that with no problems as long as I flashed a couple of bills in front of her face. My stomach clenched. Nice fucking way to think about your wife, Mathis.
But, I didn’t know about her job or the clients she had. It was like she was put on this earth for me,
to make me feel whole. Complete. Something had been missing for the past couple of weeks, or maybe even longer. My club, Club Rouge was doing well in New York and Club Maroon would be fucking epic but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I craved it. It controlled my thoughts, my actions and since meeting Jennifer two days ago, I felt the hole in my life start to fill. Call me a pussy for using these corny metaphors but it was the fucking truth.
“Did you hear my question, boy?” Jennifer’s father barked.
Oh I heard him alright. My jaw tensed. Play it cool, Mathis. He had every right to second guess my reasoning for marrying his daughter. I would do the same. I had to respect the guy for that. “Why don’t you remind me?” I asked, not taking my gaze off of Jennifer and her mother.
The older man rolled his eyes. “Why did you marry my daughter?”
I said the first thing that came to mind. “It had to be.”
BAPTISM BY FIRE
(Jenny)
“Is he some kind of drug lord, Jennifer?”
Leave it to my mother to ask the single most ignorant question on planet earth the moment she met my husband.
“That accent is what, Columbian?”
I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“No mother. He is not a drug dealer. He isn’t from South America either.”
If you took every last ignorant stereotype about Bible Thumpers and packaged them nicely together, you would get my parents. It was sad, but true. The unintended backhanded racism. The ignorant stereotypes perpetuated by Hollywood movies. And the suspicion of anyone who didn’t carry a Bible in their purse and throw around their Christian beliefs.
Just as Mathis neared with my annoyed looking father by his side, I realized how little I actually know about my husband. Nope, he was European. But I had no freaking clue where he was actually from.
“Honey, what country is it that you are from again? I can never keep it straight.” I bat my eyelashes at him and act genuinely clueless.
He picked up on my performance quickly as he wrapped his arm around my waist and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek.
“Bulgaria, honey.”
“I was just telling my mother about your European heritage. You know, I would love to travel to Europe someday.” It was the truth. The only place I ever had a desire to travel was Europe. The rich history always fascinated me. You can keep the tropical islands and the muggy climates. Give me some museums and ancient architecture and I would be a happy girl. Oh, and let’s not forget the food. This girl had curves for a damn reason!
“How about for our honeymoon, love?” Honeymoon? Do couples like us get those? I wanted to stomp on his foot, or slap him for being so fuckin’ cheeky with me. But, that would be the first thing to alert my parents to the sham we had going on. Whatever the fuck we were doing I hadn’t a clue, because I still had yet to figure it out.
“Oh, Mathis. I don’t want a honeymoon.”
Before he could reply, my mother interrupted us with her typical nosey behavior.
“How long have y’all been married?”
My eyes shot to Mathis and he smiled.
“Two days,” he proudly announced as if he had won the lottery. His smile spread from ear-to-ear flashing his beautiful, pearly whites. God, his smile.
My mother’s face began to morph and I knew it was only a matter of time before she blew a gasket. Three, two, one...
“Two days? That is it? Jennifer, please tell me this is all a joke!” My mother’s red hair flipped to the side as she dropped her bags onto the ground.
“No, mother. It is not a joke. We were married on Saturday night.” I tried not to let my smile fade, but it was hard. Nothing I’d ever done had been good enough for my parents, which was why I ran across the country. I loved them to death, I really did. But their Christian ideology of what a good Christian girl should do with her life was lost when it came to me.
“By Elvis, right?” As the words left her mouth, Mathis’ cool evaporated into thin air. His jaw clenched and my body tensed because I knew whatever would come next wasn’t going to be pretty.
“My dear, Eloise,” Mathis paused for a moment, “if I may call you Eloise. Do you really think I would marry your beautiful daughter in front of Elvis in some cheap Las Vegas cliché?” His grip on me tightened. “My Jennifer deserves nothing but the best and while it may not have been the most traditional wedding, I would never disrespect her with an Elvis impersonator.” And like that, Eloise met her match and her mouth remained clamped shut until my father and Mathis exited the Bellagio suite he had booked them for the week.
The fact that he could put my mother in her place with two simple sentences sent my head swimming. I loved it. I loved every word that came from his lips as he gently, verbally berated her without her even realizing it. I should have known right then and there we were meant for each other. But instead, I would continue to fight him with everything I had. Because that is what stubborn Irish folk do.
After a day full of my parents, I laid in Mathis’ bath tub soaking away the stress. Well, it kind of was my bath tub now considering he was slowly having Dean move all my shit into his penthouse. The door opened and closed before my husband appeared by my side, holding two flutes of champagne.
“They are something else,” he laughed as he handed me the glass.
I shouldn’t drink around this man, it clearly has already proved to be extremely dangerous. Next thing I know I would wake up with a flock of kids or something. It was just how this man rolled.
“I tried to warn you. But nooooooooooo. You had to spill the beans and invite them out here to visit.” I waved him off.
“I can see where you get your fire from.”
I know, my mother. Her attitude. The fiery red hair. The only thing my father gifted me were his bright blue eyes. Everything else came from the one and only Eloise Sunshine.
“Please, don’t compare me to her right now. I am trying to get her, and her drug lord comments out of my head.” I tried not to laugh, but once I hear Mathis’ laughter flooding through the room, I couldn’t help but join in.
“Mind if I join you in there?”
The laughter quickly stopped. At first I didn’t think he was serious. What man really wanted to take a bubble bath? Maybe the same man who would go out of his way to draw a bubble bath for his hung over wife whom he had known for a whole six hours. He continued to kill me with his sweetness.
“I guess,” I shrugged. I was trying to give him the cold shoulder. I guess it was the way I dealt with all of these emotions that were slowly starting to come to the surface. I swore when we were at the airport earlier, he caught my loving look. How can you love someone you know nothing about? And I mean nothing. I didn’t even know where he was from, how is that for wife of the year?
“You know, Mathis. We know nothing about each other. Absolutely nothing.”
He smiled as the last piece of his clothing fell to the floor and he climbed into the tub behind me. His hardening erection pressed gently against my ass, but not in a sexual way. His attraction and admiration of me is clear, but his respect is even clearer. It was a fine line we were both learning to dance. I wasn’t used to respect in the sexual manner since I had been nothing more than a plaything to the men in my life.
“Then why don’t we spend our time together tonight learning about each other. Jenny, love, let’s make this work.” My husband’s hands softly massaged my shoulders.
His words took me off guard. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of truly making whatever this game was turn into something more. He brought out something in me I had never felt before and as much as it scared me...I could tell he was just as scared.
“Why me, Mathis. You could have any woman in the world. But you picked me.” It was an honest question. Something I truly needed to know before opening up to him any further. His answer would determine our future together whether he realized it or not.
“My life has been missing something for a long time. It wasn’t
until I saw you across that club that I realized exactly what it was. It was never about sex, or money. It was about the way you made me come to life that night. From the moment we met, I knew you would be a challenge,” he paused for a moment, only to place a kiss on my neck. “But every minute since then has been worth it. I’ll never want anyone else the way I want you.”
A chill surged through my body. In that moment, I was pretty sure I melted right into his body. If this was what love felt like...I was in love with Mathis Verlinden, and I was in way over my head.
“Favorite food?” he smiled up at me like a child as we lay in bed continuing our ‘getting to know you’ phase.
“Hmmm... Sushi. You?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he looked so damn young tonight. His wild hair was still damp from the bath we shared. He wore nothing but a pair of black lounge pants and for the first time, I saw him with glasses. Adorable, black framed glasses that made him look sexy as hell in a smart way.
“Italian, but real Italian from Italy. None of this fake Americanized bullshit.” His snobby answer made me laugh.
“Sounds like something I need to try one day.” Before he could squeeze in another question, I threw one at him. “Tell me about your childhood. Your home, family. Tell me about you, Mathis.”
HISTORY AND SHIT
(Mathis)
I thought a moment. My childhood. What the hell do I say? It was fucking depressing. Growing up poor, with an abusive father who liked to use your mother as a punching bag daily made being a kid fucking suck.
“Mathis?”
Our eyes met and I smiled at the look of concern on Jennifer’s face. Her brows furrowed. I entwined our fingers and kissed her knuckles. “How much do you want to know?”
“Everything. I want to know you.” Her hand caressed my face, cupping my chin and her lips met my cheek in one of the most intimate acts of my life.
I took a deep breath and began. “I grew up in a poor town. My dad was in the military. He was a hard ass and treated my mother like shit.” I could never recall a good memory of my father. He was a monster, an animal who often haunted my nightmares. What kind of parent could treat little children the way he treated Yan and I?
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