Lucky Stars (Ghosts and Reincarnation #5)(140)

They didn’t get to the dinner table in two minutes. It was more like five.

But they walked in hand in hand and they did it after Belle had managed to make Jack feel better.

She sat down to dinner at Jack’s side feeling like she’d just moved a mountain and she was proud of it.

And, even a little late, the food still tasted great.

* * * * *

Calvin

Calvin Cole aimed one, last, vicious kick into his prone wife’s belly and watched her body jerk on the floor.

Then he bent over her and, ignoring her spitting blood into the carpet in front of her face and wheezing, he got close to her face and hissed, “Now get your ass up and unpack. You leave when I say I’m done with you. Not before.”

Her eyes looking to the carpet that the side of her face was resting on, she slowly nodded and he also ignored her wince of pain that this subtle movement caused.

He jerked upright and looked at the bags on the bed.

The bitch saw the article. The bitch heard shit at work. The bitch came home early and thought to leave him.

What the bitch didn’t know was that he took shit at work that day too. Including his supervisor telling him they were going to have a meeting at the end of the week and that he felt it was best if Calvin didn’t come into the office until the meeting.

Calvin knew what that meant.

Fuck.

He looked back down at his wife who hadn’t moved and informed her casually, “You know, if I hadn’t kicked Belle’s ass out, I’d be married to a national f**king hero instead of f**king you.”

After he delivered that, he heard the bell at the door go and he left her, stomping to the door.

Unable to move because every time she tried the pain wracked through her body so intensely she had to fight against going unconscious, his wife listened from her place on the floor to the murmuring of voices.

The murmurs went on for some time. Then her husband’s voice got louder. Then angrier. Then louder and livid.

Then she heard different noises, muffled grunts, muffled groans of extreme pain.

Calvin’s groans.

She couldn’t move to get to the phone to call 999 or go to her husband and help him.

She couldn’t move but still…

Even if she could, she wouldn’t.

Chapter Twenty

Can’t Get Loose

Jack

On his back, his hands wrapped around the sides of Belle’s h*ps that were straddling his face, Jack pulled her deeper into his mouth and listened to and, better, felt her sweet, husky moan wrap around his cock.

This was because his c**k was deep in her throat.

Feeling it, hearing it, her warm softness pressed the length of his torso, her taste on his tongue… f*cking hell, he should have thought to teach her to do this a long, f**king time ago.

The first time she’d asked him to teach her would have been good.

Their first night they were together would have been better.

Digging his fingers in, he pulled her even deeper, working her harder and got another moan then he felt her mouth slide up and release him even as her hand wrapped around tight.

“Oh my God.” He heard her breathe.

She was close and losing focus. He wanted back inside but he knew he was going to have to take her a different way.

Gently, he rolled her to her back and she moaned differently when he did. This moan was in protest.

He grinned to himself then moved her around in the bed. Once he had her head to the pillows, he reached to the nightstand and grabbed the packet.

“Come here, love,” he ordered quietly and her stormy gray eyes moved from his hands to his face. She put one hand behind her in the bed, pushing herself up. Her other hand came to rest light on his stomach and her touch might have been light but it knifed through him. “Take this, poppet. Put it on.”

She looked back at the packet then to him. His c**k twitched as he watched the storm in her eyes grow stormier and she wet her lips as she took the packet from him. Then he watched her hands shake and fumble as she ripped it open and slid out the condom.

She was cute with her fumbling.

As cute as it was, no way in hell he was going to be able to wait or endure her fumbling as she rolled it on.

He took it from her and whispered, “Place your hand over mine.”

Her head tipped back, her eyes caught his, she nodded again then he felt her hand move to round his as he rolled it on.

She wet her lips again, her head dipping to watch their hands move.

Jesus.

He was right, he couldn’t wait.

“Lie back,” he demanded, his voice thick and her head shot back again, she looked in his face, her pupils dilated then she did as she was told.

Finishing with the condom, he pulled her legs apart and settled between. She wrapped all of her limbs around him and he drove deep into her wet, hot silk.

Fucking bliss.

“Jack,” she breathed into his ear, the fingers of one hand sifting into his hair, cupping his head and holding on.

Jack turned his head and took her mouth as he took her body. Her moans drove down his throat. His groans, then grunts drove down hers.

Finally she gasped against his tongue as every inch of her body, inside and out, tightened around him.

Yes. Fucking bliss.

Minutes later he growled against hers.

After he recovered he found she was giving him a sweet, deep kiss, her tongue dancing with his. Jack took over as he settled deep inside her, keeping one forearm in the bed to alleviate some of his weight while his other hand drifted over her soft skin to her waist then in, around her back and down where he cupped the ample cheek of her behind.