Love Him Like Water Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Jessica Gadziala Advertisement

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I deep-breathed until my cock calmed back down again before brushing my teeth, yanking yesterday’s pair of pajama pants up my legs, and forcing myself to make my way out of the bathroom.

I turned off the bedroom light, still hearing the sounds of the party a floor below, and made my way toward the bed.

Lore was silent on her side, curled up facing away from me, but with the stiffness of her body, I knew she was still awake.

I didn’t say anything.

I didn’t know what the fuck I could say.

Sorry?

I wasn’t sure she would want to hear that shit from me.

So I climbed in my side of the bed, pulling the covers up from the bottom of the bed in one quick motion, so they flew up over both of us.

I lowered down on the pillows, staring up at the darkened ceiling, wishing I was the kind of man who had the words, who knew what to say, or do.

But that wasn’t me.

That wasn’t the kind of man I was.

So, I just fucking lay there, listening to Lore’s soft breathing, wondering how many ways she was cursing the day she agreed to marry a motherfucker like me.

I was sure she’d fallen asleep.

Until, suddenly, her voice broke the silence in the room.

Small and soft, full of a delicate kind of emotion that I didn’t know well enough to name.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Fuck if those words weren’t a blow straight through my goddamn chest.

“No, mouse,” I said, trying to make my voice softer than usual. It was the least I could do for her. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s been a long day. Go to sleep.”

I was nobody’s poet.

I didn’t have any other words to give her.

So I had to lay there and listen to her soft sniffles as she fucking cried herself to sleep, each sound making me feel like the biggest goddamn dick in the world.

At some point, what had to be hours later, the sounds of the party quieted until there was nothing but our breathing.

Eventually, I must have passed out.

But my internal clock had me waking up maybe only two or three hours later, the sun starting to streak across the sky, making all the glass reflect blinding rays on the walls as I sat up in bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping Lore.

I made my way to the closet, choosing clothes at random in the dark before heading into the bathroom, climbing in the shower, and hoping the cold spray of water would lower my fucking raging hard-on.

I had no goddamn idea if it was just a coincidence, or from Lore’s scent all over me, so I tried to scrub her off of me.

To no avail.

Reaching down, I fisted my cock, working it in fast strokes as my eyes slid closed.

And what image was right there behind my lids?

Lore’s body beneath mine, her legs wrapped around me, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust, mewling and moaning as I buried my cock in her over and over again until her pussy was pulsing around me, taking me with her as she came.

Just imagining it had me coming so hard I saw white, a groan escaping me alone in the shower as my fucking legs felt weak.

Jesus.

I actually had to lean back against the tile, taking deep breaths to bring myself back down from it before cleaning up and climbing out of the shower.

By the time I got myself dressed, I wondered if Lore would be awake. As I walked into the bedroom, though, she was still passed out on her side like she’d been before, so I made my way out of the bedroom and downstairs, making a beeline for the coffee pot.

“Thought I heard you moving around,” Rico said, letting himself into the apartment, collecting a few glasses as he passed on his way to the kitchen, setting them in the sink. “You crashed early last night.”

It wasn’t like I could tell him the truth.

That I’d roughly taken the virginity of my wife while everyone partied below.

So, I shrugged instead. “It had been a long day.”

“How’s she settling in?” he asked, jerking his head toward the balcony.

“She’s sleeping,” I said, shrugging it off. “You coming with me today to shake some money loose from those fucking Gray brothers?” I asked, pouring us each a cup of coffee.

“You’re not… hanging around here today?” he asked.

“For what?” I asked, looking around.

I was never at home.

Save for the parties at night.

There was always work to be done. I could be pulling twenty-hour shifts most of the time if I let myself.

As it was, I left in the morning and didn’t come home until well after dark.

“Right,” Rico said, something on his face that I couldn’t read. But, honestly, I was in too shitty of a mood to give a damn what it was. “Elian is on his way to relieve me.”

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