Unpredictable

by K. A. Berg

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  ALEX

  I FIXATE ON THE LOOK OF ECSTASY ENGULFING QUINN’S FACE as her orgasm rocks through her body. Her hands clutch my hair as she holds me to her pussy. I continue swirling my tongue around her clit as her body comes down from the high. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this connection. I’ve missed making my wife feel this kind of pleasure or basically any pleasure at all.

  My cock painfully throbs as it strains against the confines of my boxers, begging to be released. Rising from between Quinn's legs, I stare at her as I drag my pants down my legs. This is one of those moments in time when no words are needed to convey our thoughts. Nothing is held back as Quinn stares into my eyes and I into hers. Her attention leaves my face only to lock on the bulge in my briefs while she tries to catch her breath. Anticipation. Excitement. Contentment. It all shines through as she stares at my cock. I’m unable to focus on anything other than her tits as they rise and fall with her breathing. She’s beautiful, and my cock demands attention.

  Pulling down my boxers, I free myself. The way Quinn licks her lips up has me leaking cum. My hand fists my hard-on, squeezing to try to alleviate the ache as Quinn scrambles up from the floor and kneels in front of me. She licks her lips hungrily before sucking me into her mouth greedily.

  My eyes close despite wanting to watch her mouth take my cock. It feels so god damn good. Her mouth is warm and wet, and her tongue works the underside of my shaft perfectly. Her fingers circle me at the base, and I feel the tingling building. When her hands slip down to cup my balls, I know I need to be inside her, now, before I come down her throat. That’s not how I planned this ending.

  Pulling my hips back, I fall from Quinn’s mouth. “I need to be inside you, angel. I need to feel you wrapped around every part of me.”

  Using her arms, I pull her to her feet and take her mouth with mine again. She’s right in the fact we haven’t connected for a while, and now that I’ve gotten a taste, reminding me of everything I’ve been neglecting, I’m ravenous. Sex has always been an art between us. A form of communication. How we express with our bodies how we feel about each other. All of our happiness, sadness, grief, and strife, this is how we work it out, together.

  Her tongue tangles with mine as we devour each other, reveling in what we’ve been missing. Our lips never break the connection as I lay Quinn back down onto the floor and settle between her open legs. My cock makes contact with her slit in the shuffle, and I hiss, feeling the fervor.

  “Please,” she begs as her eyes glitter with need and yearning. My wife has done enough begging for one day.

  Reaching between our needy bodies, I fist my length and slip the tip inside Quinn’s warm, welcoming body. It feels incredible, yet painful as everything inside me wants to bury myself entirely into her all at once, but the need to reconnect with Quinn is stronger. Using all the control I possess, I feed Quinn my cock inch by inch.

  She throws her head back as she scratches her nails down my back. Her lips part and she moans my name. “Alex…”

  “Feel me, angel.” I thrust my hips forward, hard. “All of me.”

  She lifts her hips, inviting me further into her body, and wraps her legs around my waist. She squeezes me, her walls tighten around my cock, and it’s my turn to moan. “Shit.”

  Quinn’s eyes sparkle as the corners of her mouth turn up into a smirk earning a growl from me as I try to control my inner caveman in me. Tonight is not about fucking Quinn into oblivion. It’s about making love to her, showing her the depth of my feelings, and loving her body with mine. Tonight, I’ll own her differently.

  Dropping my head, I kiss her lips before moving down to her pebbled nipples. I pull one into my mouth and drag my teeth up in the same way that started her first orgasm, all while circling my hips and grinding my pelvis against her clit.

  Her feet dig into my back as she cries out. “Alex…”

  Releasing her nipple, I slide my thighs forward and sit up. Pushing her legs back into her chest, I take in the view of my cock glistening with her excitement as I pull out. Quinn lets out a whimper at the loss of me inside her, but I slide back in easing her ache.

  In and out.

  Slow and Steady.

  The way her core slickens and her moans grow louder only feed into my pleasure. My balls tighten, and the telltale tingle builds in my lower back. She clamps down on me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to not come right now. “Hold your legs for me, angel.”

  She does as she’s told and holds her legs back. Using one hand, I pinch her nipple and press her clit with the other. Her body begins to shake as I thrust into her keeping the same slow pace.

  “Alex, please…”

  I shake my head. “It’s coming, angel. Don’t rush it.”

  As all the sensations mount inside her as her grip on her legs slips. My thumb swirls around her clit, and it’s just what she needs to hit her high. Quinn lifts her body off the floor and sits straddled across my legs as she starts to come. Her arms wrap around my neck and her chest presses against mine as the walls of her pussy spasm around my cock. Undecipherable moans escape her lips, and I slam my mouth to hers and swallow her cries of pleasure, so she doesn’t wake the sleeping toddler in our bedroom. Between kisses, I coax her on. “That’s it. Come for me, Quinn.”

  Her body trembles in my arms as she rides the wave. Just as her orgasm slows, I pull my hips back enough to thrust back into her as deep as I can get and I let go, giving into my own pleasure.

  Quinn clings to me as my cock throbs inside her, her pussy still feeling her orgasm as her core still ripples around me.

  My arms wrap around her tightly. I kiss her temple, her eye, her cheek, finally landing back on her lips. “I love you, sweet girl. Even though you haven’t felt it lately, I’ve never stopped. I love you with every fiber of my being. You make me complete. You. Nothing else. All I need is you, and I’ll do any and everything I can to show you that until you believe it again.”

  Her body trembles again, for an entirely different reason as she releases what is hopefully the last round of tears for the distance that’s grown between us. “I love you, too.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  ALEX

  THE INSTANT QUINN WAKES UP, HER BODY FILLS WITH tension. A tightness rolls in taking over the softness of her warm body. I’ve been up for a little while now. It was easy to fall asleep last night with Quinn held safely inside the firm grip of my arms. When I woke to Jaden tossing and turning in the Pack and Play, I couldn’t fall back asleep. Instead, I’ve been staring at the silhouetted profile of Quinn’s face. Her skin glows in the early morning sunlight beginning to creep through the bedroom window. It’s been too long since I have had the opportunity to see this view, and never in this room.

  I’m reminded of how very screwed up we are, but I have no doubts we’ll fix this. I feel reunited with a missing piece of me. I’ve been going about my life, functioning but incomplete. Being here, now makes me feel whole and content. Nothing feels close enough—not even her wrapped inside my hold, molded to my body.

  She lets out a soft gasp, as though she just woke from a dream. That’s how I felt when I roused an hour ago. The first waking thought to roll through my head was, Its real. It’s not a dream. It’s insane how quickly all the resentment and bitterness just washed away.

  “Morning, angel,” I whisper in her ear as I squeeze her body closer to mine, making sure to leave no room for anything to crawl between us. No regrets. No shame. No fear. Just us. “We’re going to be okay.”

  “God, I hope so,” she says releasing a long sigh. I turn her over and brush the hair out of her face, trying to calm her unease.

  “We are,” I repeat staring into her hoping to wash away any lingering doubt. “We’re going to be stronger. I know it seems like a tall task right now, but it’s true. Damage has been done, but we will rebuild. We began to repair it last night. Now, we take it one step at a time. Day by day. But in the end, we’re g
oing to be better than okay. You know how I know?”

  She nods.

  “Because we love each other. Even during the worst times, we’ve still loved each other. Love has held us together this far, and it's going to help heal us..”

  A lone tear rolls down the corner of her eye just before she closes them and burrows into my chest. She clings to me, her fingernails digging into my skin, as she lets out a few cathartic sobs. My arms squeeze tighter as her body deflates into a puddle of emotion. I hold her as she has her moment of release. I understand Quinn better than she understands herself. She’s been keeping it all in for so long, putting on a strong front, but everything finally erupted. Last night’s tears were brought on by grief and fear. Today’s are acceptance and moving on. She needs one last moment with all that pain before she can leave it behind.

  As her cries subside, I release her and grip her jaw between my hands, tilting her face up so I can kiss her. My lips press to hers. “I love you. We’re going to be fine.” I murmur between kisses.

  “I love you, too.”

  The sound of clapping from the playpen at the bottom of our bed brings our attention back to the world around us. Jaden smiles wide at us, her only four teeth front and center in her goofy grin. Her blonde curls bounce as she shakes and claps her hands.

  “She’s blissfully ignorant of all the bad that happened yesterday,” Quinn says with a hitch in her voice. “I’m so sad for everything they lost.”

  “I know. We all are.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  QUINN

  THE HOUSE IS QUIET AND STILL AS I ENTER. TYPICALLY, I’D AT least hear the hum of singing coming for whatever children’s entertainment Jaden is watching. Tonight, all I hear is the clicking of my heels on the floor.

  When I reach the kitchen, I drop the bag of take-out I picked up for dinner on the counter and go in search of Jordan.

  Before I can completely cross the expanse of the kitchen, Jordan appears in the entryway in front of me. “I have a housekeeper who’s a fantastic cook and very good at keeping the fridge stocked, yet you keep up showing with more food as if you’re worried we’ll starve to death otherwise.”

  There’s a little pep in his voice today. Not much, but it’s there. His joke doesn’t carry the same mirth they usually do, but baby steps are a good sign. “It’s rude to show up to someone’s home empty-handed.”

  “It’s also rude to show up to someone’s home unannounced and uninvited,” he says as he pokes through the bags of burgers and fries I grabbed from the place by the office Jordan loves.

  “Funny,” I say, turning back to grab plates from the cabinet. “Where’s Jaden?”

  “Mom’s. She wants to spend the day with her tomorrow. Something about the park and the zoo.” He pops the top of the Styrofoam container and grabs a handful of fries. “But I was serious Quinn, you don’t need to keep dropping by like this. I’m fully capable of making sure Jaden and I don’t wither away. Sandra has it all covered.”

  How am I supposed to just leave him here all alone to deal with everything he must be feeling? I put the plates down on the counter and turn to him, giving him my full attention. “Jordan, I don’t mind, and I don’t really love the idea of you here alone.”

  His too-pretty-for-a-guy green eyes soften. “And I genuinely appreciate how much you care about us, but truthfully, I can’t deal with another night of you mothering me and waiting for me to fall apart.” He grabs my hand and gives me a small smile. “You are the best friend anyone could ask for, but I need to be alone. It’s been a month. I have to process and grieve in my way. Plus, you should be doing the same thing with Alex. You guys should be reconnecting and strengthening your marriage. You should be bringing him dinner and worrying about your own journey.”

  “It doesn’t feel right to be out enjoying life,” I say with the utmost sincerity.

  “Quinn, did I put my life with Hailey on hold while you were hiding away spending late nights at the office to avoid the mess you had going on at home?” he asks. “You have a life you have to keep living. You have pieces to pick up and fit back together with Alex. Go do that.”

  “But…”

  Jordan gives me a sharp look. “But nothing. I’m getting tired of seeing your face. Go away for the weekend. Stop hanging around looking at me with pity. Remember how much you hated it when people did that to you? Life is short. If nothing else, we’ve learned that fact from all this tragedy. Be happy. I’ll be okay.”

  ______

  “HE JUST SEEMED SO… I DON’T KNOW,” I TRY EXPLAINING TO Alex. The moment he walked in from work, I started filling him in on Jordan’s odd behavior earlier. “He seemed calm and confident he didn’t need me.”

  Alex pulls his Legacy T-shirt over his head. It’s about three weeks until opening and Alex has been spending every free moment there ensuring everything is ready for it. “It’s more likely that he’s just ready to work through things as he sees fit. Maybe have a little bit of his life go back to normal… without everyone watching over him. He’s being the man he feels he needs to be. Jordan has never struck me as the type to sit around feeling sorry for himself.”

  “Jordan was kind of a cocky douche who slept around when I first met him,” I say. “He wasn’t always the man you see today.”

  Alex gives me a pointed look before heading into our closet. “I doubt he’s going to be out trolling for women anytime soon. What are you worried about? Do you remember the kind of woman you were when we met? Would you like to be judged today based on that girl?”

  He moved into the master bedroom with me after the funeral. There was no way I would have been able to sleep after everything without him next to me… knowing he’s here. Knowing we were going to wake up to each other the next morning.

  “I was awesome.”

  “You were the female version of Jordan from what you just described.”

  Was I? I wonder if that’s why I couldn’t stand him in the beginning. “But you didn’t turn back into that girl a few months ago when you could have. Give Jordan the same benefit. Trust him to know what he needs to make it through this and let him do it. He’s a grown man,” Alex says, making his way from the closet to me. When he closes the distance between us, he places his hands on my hips and a salacious smile forms on his lips. “Plus, I really like the idea of you and me… away from the city… for an entire weekend… no interruptions.”

  He waggles his eyebrows at me as his attention flickers between my tits and my face. “You’re such a dork. How can we go away for the weekend? Your grand opening is in less than a month, things have been crazy at the office, we’ve got so….”

  Alex silences me with his lips, pressing them to mine, swallowing my words before they can leave my mouth.

  “Two days isn’t going to kill us,” he says, pulling back. “We do need time to do things for ourselves. We tend to get so wrapped up in everything else, we forget.”

  I open my mouth, ready to tell him that I’m not opposed to a weekend getaway, I just don’t think now is the best time.

  “I don’t want to hear it,” he cuts me off and heads toward the bathroom. “Go get your laptop. I’m heading to take a shower, when I get out, you better have picked a few choices for getting away.”

  My mouth hangs open as I watch him enter the bathroom and close the door, only to open it back up and pop his head out. “Go now. And away means out of the city, angel.”

  ______

  WE STAND ON THE BALCONY OFF OUR ROOM TAKING IN ALL the beauty of Napa. “It’s really beautiful here,” I sigh adoringly.

  Alex nods and pours me more wine. “The view is spectacular. It’s amazing how green it is.”

  I swirl the wine in my glass and inhale the fine scent. This was my favorite one of the festival this afternoon. I fell in love with the flavor.

  “Today was fun,” Alex says. He takes a seat on the sofa and pats the area next to him. “It feels like forever since I’ve just taken a day off and focused on the no
w. The food was great and the music pretty cool. It was nice spending time with you and enjoying just being.”

  This trip has helped us find a little bit of our groove back. We spent the day walking through the wine festival, free to float around as we pleased. Free to laugh. Free to listen to the music and eat whatever we wanted. Free to just take it all in.

  This is exactly what we need. It eased some of the lingering awkwardness between us.

  We fell in step…together.

  He pulls me into him, and we sit cuddled together. I listen to the stillness and soak in the warmth of Alex’s body. “Thank you for making me come. It’s been a while since things felt this good and I needed it. I really did.”

  He kisses the top of my head. “I know you did. So did I.”

  We sit in comfortable silence watching the setting sun. Such a completely difference silence than the last few months. I soak it in and smile.

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  QUINN

  IT SMELLS LIKE SWEAT AS I MAKE MY WAY THROUGH LEGACY to Alex’s office. His office manager, Theresa, said he’s still meeting with a client so I take my time as I stroll through, taking it all in. All of his hard work and dedication is paying off. This place is packed to the gills with things going on. Some clients are working on machines spotted by their trainers. There must be some kind of class going on because one of the group rooms is filled with people doing what looks like an intense workout led by a guy wearing a headset with a microphone. A few people are in the pools. Both massage room doors are closed, signaling they’re in use.

  It's only been about three weeks since opening, but with Alex’s reputation, it’s no surprise how quickly this all took off for him. Pride swells in my chest.