Chapter 8

• “You know what I need more than I do,” he whispers before he lays me down on the bed and lifts my hands over my head, holding them in his. He kisses me deeply as he starts to rub his rock hard cock back and forth through my dripping wet flesh.
• My head falls back in pleasure. He feels so good. So hard.
• I try to close my legs to try and get some traction.
• “Open.” He growls and bites his teeth into my neck. His fingers go to my sex and he pulls my lips apart, positioning his cock. I hold my breath. And he pushes in, my eyes close, waiting as he withdraws slowly and thrusts hard again.
• Ah, the burn. I have to try and stop myself from wincing.
• My legs try to close by themselves. “Open.” He growls harder.
• This hurts but holy fuck it feels good.
• “Can you feel that, Presh?” he whispers darkly.
• I wince as he goes deeper with each stroke.
• “I own this beautiful cunt. Mine and only mine,” he purrs as he starts to pick up his pace.
• His jaw hangs slack and he rises, widening his legs to give himself more power and traction. I can see every muscle on his chest and shoulders, a sheen of perspiration covers his beautiful body. He pushes my legs back to the bed and places his hands on the mattress above my shoulders to hold me still. He slams into me and I cry out in pain.
• He groans deeply and his eyes roll back. “I can feel every muscle inside of you. You feel so fucking good, Natasha.”
• That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back. “Harder,” I whisper. “I need it harder.”
• His hand slides underneath my behind, and he starts to lift me to meet his pumping cock as the bed hits the wall with force.
• Dear… Fucking… God. My body starts to shudder as I try to hold it off. I close my eyes to try block out the visual of this muscular beast above me – pumping me with everything that he’s got, taking what he needs from my body – but I can’t. My body lurches forward as an orgasm the size of a freight train rips though my body, and Joshua growls as he, too, comes in a rush.
• We lay panting, gasping for breath and Joshua smiles into my lips as he kisses me tenderly.
• “I love you,” he whispers.
• Emotion fills me. “I love you, too, baby.”
• Joshua looks to the camera on the side table and winks deviously. “My wife is one hot fuck.”
• The sun is shining, as I lay on the deck chair, content in a post orgasmic glow. It’s about two in the afternoon and Joshua and I have been married for three blissful days. Today is the first day we have had our families around. Up until now we have been alone and have gone from our bed, to the shower, to the pool and not much farther.
• We needed some alone time and I have been fucked every which way and eaten every beautiful kind of food on the planet.
• This is happiness. Deep sated happiness.
• Joshua is still on edge. He watches me wherever I go, scared to take his eyes off of me in case I disappear again.
• We have issues to deal with, both of us. I’m pushing them to the back of my mind for the moment. I can’t deal with them yet. I’m not sure I even want to. How do you deal with the shit that we have been through? The police interviews were extensive and thankfully I have been cleared of any wrong doing. My main mission at the moment is to make Joshua at ease and get some weight back on him. I think he’s lost about ten kilos since I disappeared.
• I stand at the kitchen bench and dial Jeston’s number; I need to talk to him. Joshua is running on the treadmill and I have some time to myself. The last time we spoke, he was telling me that he thought he loved me and I was being rude. So much has happened since then and I know he put aside his hate for Joshua to try and help find me. I am so grateful and I owe him a huge thank you.
• “Tash” He answers on the first ring, he sounds relieved.
• Oh, it’s good to hear his voice. “Jes.” I smile.
• “Are you ok?” he breathes.
• “I am.”
• “Fuck, I thought you were dead.”
• “Thankfully not.” I half laugh.
• “Tash, it’s so good to hear from you.”
• “Thank you so much for helping everyone try to find me.”
• “I’m just so glad you are ok.”
• The line falls silent and I know I have to tell him.
• “I got married Jes. Three days ago in Thailand,” I whisper as I close my eyes.
• He doesn’t answer.
• “Jes?” I ask. Is he still on the line?
• “What do you want me to say?” he breathes.
• My heart drops, I do really care for this man. “Congratulations?” I ask hopefully.
• “Congratulations,” he replies dryly.
• “I love him, Jes. He makes me so happy.”
• He hesitates. “He’s a lucky man.”
• I smile as my eyes tear up. “Can we be friends? Please?”
• “Of course.”
• I feel uncomfortable, I know I shouldn’t, but I feel guilty for talking to him when I know he has feelings for me. I should get off the line.
• “I will see you next time I come to Australia?” I ask.
• “Yeah, sure,” he replies sadly, and I know I have hurt his feelings with my dismissal.
• I close my eyes and stay silent.
• “Bye, Tash. It’s good to hear from you.”
• “Bye, Jes,” I whisper through unshed tears.
• We both stay on the line, neither one of us wanting to hang up.
• I want to tell him I miss him, but I stop myself, this isn’t helping either of us. I reluctantly end the call.
• That was a lot harder than it should have been and I know in my heart that the girl who finally tames Jesten Miller is going to be a very lucky girl.