The Senator

by Mia Barrett

  At least she hasn’t left me. That’s a good sign.

  Every time I leave work, I’m terrified I’ll come home to an empty house. I’ve hired someone to watch her, not follow her everywhere, but let me know if she starts moving things out of the house while I’m working. Last week, the new chaise we ordered to replace the one we ruined during our honeymoon weekend, arrived by delivery truck. When that idiot jumped the gun and notified me that a moving van was at my house, I nearly had a heart attack running out of a packed session, in order to race through traffic and arrive home just in time to help Claire move it back to the right side of the bedroom.

  We are talking. Not much. Not like we used to. Claire and I could talk for hours. That’s one of the things I love about that girl. Most people think I married an eighteen-year-old girl because she’s a hot piece of ass, but it was never like that. She’s a smart little thing and sassy as shit.

  I miss our talks. And yes, I miss the ass, too.

  It’s been four fucking weeks and I haven’t gone without Claire’s attentions that long since before we first got together. She hasn’t even kissed me. Not one goddamn kiss. If we were sleeping in the same bed, I might be able to get some relief by cuddling next to her, but she banished me to the guest bedroom as soon as we returned from New York.

  This week, she’s off for the Thanksgiving holiday and to my surprise, she’s agreed to come back to Austin with me. She’s being nicer than usual, but not affectionate. My Claire is always affectionate.

  What if she doesn’t love me anymore? How can she stand to be apart for four weeks? We’re newlyweds.

  When I walk into our bedroom, she’s half-dressed, only wearing her bra and panties as she tries to find the outfit she’ll wear on the plane. The sight of her perfect, round ass melts my heart and stiffens my cock in seconds.

  “Baby.” I swear, I’m drooling.

  “I’ll be ready in a minute, Jasp. I’m looking for my leggings. Jeans are so uncomfortable on flights and I want to wear my boots.” She beds down on the floor and searches under the bed. With her ass propped high in the air--- I lose all control.

  “You’re doing that on purpose, Claire.” Dropping to my knees, I grip her ass, and pull down her panties.

  “Jasper!” Her protest is thin, hardly audible, or maybe I can’t hear her because my face is buried between her thighs.

  She claws at the carpet in front of her while I stab her dripping pussy with my tongue. She’s so wet, this had to be staged.

  “Jasper, fuck!” Grinding shamelessly into my face, she squeaks out a few incoherent chants, some nonsense profanity about my betrayal, but never pulls away.

  “Baby, don’t you ever deny me, again. You said you belonged to me. You smeared come all over yourself and said you belonged to me. If that’s true, nothing belongs to me more than this pussy.” Gasping and trembling, she pants and nods as her hips pump into my invading fingers and her pussy pulses, eagerly expecting more.

  Rising to my knees, I unzip, pull out my cock and thrust my entire length in her greedy sex. My body shivers, as adrenaline and ecstasy consume my senses.

  “Jasper, I need you!” She screams as an orgasm rocks her body and her arms give out, propping her ass even higher.

  “Do you forgive me?”

  “I don’t know.” She whimpers.

  “Claire!” I lunge forward and kiss the back of her head. “Baby, you need to forgive me.”

  She shakes her head. “How?”

  “You just do. You know we’re happy. Are you better without me?” I’m terrified by her answer. I shouldn’t have asked. But I need to know.

  Slowing down, I pull her to me and turn her face. “Are you?”

  She shakes her head. “No, I love you. I’m just hurt. You know...my decade.”

  I laugh and kiss her cheek. “Sweetheart, I’ve never understood what the hell that means.”

  Wiping a lonely tear, she flips me over and straddles my hips. “Jasper McLaren, my decade was my time before I had children. My time to be crazy and do wild things. I was supposed to go to college and see the world and get in trouble.”

  “Sweetheart, we’re not waiting ten years before we have children, I’m sorry. I can’t be fifty, give me at least that. And as long as no other men are a part of your decade, I’ll help you do whatever you want. You should finish school. I’ll take you to Europe and Asia, Australia, wherever you want to go. You were part of a political scandal, that’s trouble enough and we’ll do plenty of wild things together.”

  Her big honey eyes light up and a smile brightens her face.

  Nodding sweetly her eyes mist and she kisses me. “There are no other men in my decade and I never had anyone else on my dance card. There was always just one stupid name, Jasper McLaren...yours.” She laughs through her tears and I bring her forward on my chest.

  “Little girl, you have been the biggest pain in the ass I have ever met, but I always knew you’d make it worth my while.”

  Epilogue

  Claire- 7 Years Later

  I’m seven years into the decade of Claire and I can honestly say it has been far better than I ever imagined. Our first five years were filled with trips and adventures to Paris, London, Florence, Tokyo, Melbourne, Buenos Aires, the Maldives, Copenhagen, and too many other places to name. He even took me to the Galapagos Islands to see those old, big turtles.

  I nearly died, and then I cried.

  I finished my degree and worked at a small start-up company writing content for their website, but after I had our daughter, Jessa, two years ago, it hardly seemed worth it. I missed her and my income was less than the amount I was paying a nanny to spend time with my baby. Besides, when she became a bit too attached to my mother, and earned the nickname Jess-Bear, I knew I had to pack it up and claim my girl…and my Mama.

  Jasper and I just celebrated our seventh anniversary a few months ago and we’re planning a nice trip to New York. We’re taking Jessa to see the Thanksgiving Day parade in the city and doing our yearly fall pilgrimage. Ever since he ruined our first trip all those years ago, he takes me to the Big Apple every Autumn to do a bit of “begging”—if you know what I mean.

  It’s always the perfect kick-off to my holiday season.

  This is our first time taking Jessa, so I’m guessing things will be a bit more subdued, but we’re looking forward to having her along. Jasper loves being a Daddy and he’s so wonderful with our girl. People always want to push him to do more, join more committees, assign him for greater responsibilities or positions, but his priority is us, not his career. We just found out we’re expecting another baby in May and he’s over the moon.

  I’ve done everything I dreamed I would and more. I’ve seen the world, finished school and done wild things, but I’ve also fallen madly in love, married a gorgeous man who treats me like a queen and had a beautiful, baby girl.

  The decade of Claire would have never been as good or as sweet without my Senator. And it’s not over yet!

  The End

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