Page 89 of Chalk Outline

“I said, come for me.” The harsh weight of his voice mixes with the turbulence of pain and pleasure that is swimming in my core, driving me over the sweet edge.

I strangle the vibrator as this intense orgasm ripples through me. My loud moans echo shamelessly in the cold space between us. I ride the waves of pleasure, letting go of all the pain, sadness, and grief.

“Good girl.”

I regulate my breathing, put the vibrator away, and zip up my suit.

“Did you read a spicy book when you got that idea?” Jason asks, seeming entirely amused with himself.

I stretch my arms with a blissful smile and grab the radio from the table. “Do I sense a hint of judgment?” I mainly tease because I don’t.

“Never! I’m an avid reader. I read many things, including the smutty ones you seem to like.” His husky voice is filled with desire. “Happy Valentine’s Day. You need a real dick to look at.”

I stare in disbelief for a moment before I open my mouth to say, “A one with a piercing?” I retort.

“Wouldn’t that be something?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug, “If you take your cock out, I would be able to answer your question.”

He doesn’t reply, but his shoulders tremble slightly when he laughs to himself, and the echo carries the sound of it back to me.

He walks to the couch, picks up the guitar resting on it, and places the radio between his thighs as he sits down.

There’s something about him that brings out the brat in me within seconds, as well as the vulnerable girl who needs comfort and someone to talk to.

He is still too familiar to be considered a stranger.

“Are we going to be weird about what happened?” I want to cover my eyes and giggle excitedly at the same time.

This is so wrong.

I still love my husband.

He squeezes his thick thighs around the radio to answer me. I laugh as I watch him do it. “Only if you’re going to make it weird. I had fun. You seemed to have the most fun. Just another day in paradise.”

Yeah, right.

“You’re more romantic than you look.”

“I have my moments.” He chuckles softly and plays something that immediately captures my attention.

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.

I wonder who he really is behind the mask and jokes, beneath the rugged yet strong exterior he carries so well.

Is he worth fighting with?

Is he worth fighting for?

Why did my grandma choose him?

I reposition myself on the couch, drawing my knees to my chest, resting my hand on top, and propping my chin against it. “Why don’t you sing?”

“Do you want me to give you a reason to shoot me?”

I snort a laugh.

“Want to be my Valentine instead? I’m not a fan of it, but I have nothing else to do around here.” Jason says as the soft tunes he creates reverberate between us.