Page 53 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“You’re too unpredictable. I have no damn idea.”
“Well, I won’t,” I say, feeling insulted. “And just for the record, if I wanted to get myself off in front of you, I would, because I’m your wife, and I have no shame in it.”
“If my wife wants to get off, then she asks me,” he says, looking all kinds of tense and irritated.
“Oh yeah? So if I told you, Mr. Nose Kisser, I was horny and needed desperately to come, you would do that for me?”
His lips purse and he doesn’t respond.
“That’s what I thought. Please save the lectures. I don’t plan on letting you in on the pure pleasure of seeing how I can please myself. That’s sacred to me and only the luckiest of people get to be involved. Like…ahh, like Devin.”
“Who the fuck is Devin?” he asks as I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling.
“Uh, we talked about this. The one guy who made me orgasm. I told you about him. You know, maybe when this farce is all said and done, I’ll give him a call. I’ll need the release after whatever hell you’re going to put me through.”
I can practically hear his teeth grinding, and I love every second of it. I know I shouldn’t be poking the bear, but the audacity of this man.
When he talks to me, he insults.
When I talk to him, he doesn’t answer.
I would say this marriage is off to a rocky start.
“He worked hard,” I say. “Really hard, because he knew how good I was at giving head, so he wanted to return the favor and, God, was it good.”
“Enough,” Hudson says, which makes me smile. So he doesn’t see me, I turn away from him and snuggle into my pillow.
“Sheesh, and here I thought we were sharing everything.”
“You’re goading me.”
“How am I goading you? The only way it would be goading is if you felt the same away about me.” I glance over my shoulder. “And I think we both know you’d never admit to having an attraction toward me, not even a hint. Unless…” I flip around to face him now and come face-to-face, unaware that he was looking in my direction. I gulp for a second when his eyes light up under the moonlit room. “Um, unless you do find me attractive.”
“I find you annoying.”
See? Insults!
“And too young.”
I hold up my finger. “No, don’t do that, don’t use my trigger word. You should know better by now.”
“It’s fucking true,” he says.
“Okay, so if I weren’t eighteen years your junior?—”
“Thirteen,” he says with an edge to his voice.
“Okay, if I weren’t thirteen years your junior, are you telling me that you wouldn’t care, and you’d lift my shirt up and over my head right now and have your way with me?”
“It’s my shirt to begin with…and no.”
“And why not?”
“Because you’re Jude’s sister.”
“Which makes me off-limits. What if I weren’t his sister?”
“I’m not playing this game with you, Sloane. There’s a multitude of reasons why this will never happen. Those just being a few.”
