My Thug Bride

by Katherine Summers

  I put my phone away. My head was full of Henry, but I didn’t want to talk to him just yet. My phone beeped thrice more and all were texts from him.

  Quiet, babe. Please.

  I need to rest. Away from you for now.

  I lifted my feet out of the tub and watched the soap disappear between my toe and fingers. I hummed a song, I tried to keep Henry out of my thoughts. When the buzzing texts turned to a call, I snapped.

  I picked up, “I’m busy Henry,” I barked.

  “Then why’d you pick up?”

  His voice was soothing but it angered me anyway. I knew I was being harsh when I said, “Hathaway, what do you want? Aren’t you at your office?”

  I forgot he didn’t really have work. He was working on some case from that Cain Matthews guy, but besides that there wasn’t much that he had told me about.

  “I am. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

  “Or are you feeling sorry for being an asshole these past few days? I don’t want to deal with this right now Henry.” I didn’t want to say it. But the words dropped off my mouth like an unstoppable time bomb. I regretted it as soon as I uttered them.

  There was silence on the other side. He didn’t say a word, except a soft whisper of, “Excuse me?”

  I apologized, “No – I, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just – it’s not a good time, Henry.”

  “I was never an asshole to you, Anna.”

  Yes, and that was the problem. I would rather you talk to me than pretend to be nice.

  I ate my words, “Yes, I’m sorry.”

  “Anna?”

  “Yeah.”

  “We need to talk. But nothing changes the fact that I like you. A lot.”

  I’m bloody stupid. I’m saying it because his words actually brought so much relief to my soul, it made me feel pathetic instantly. Is it because he’s a lawyer so he’s good with words? Or does he mean them?

  Because I teared up as soon as he said it. I whispered, “Yes. Me too.”

  “I miss you babe. I’ll see you in the evening.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  Is it possible to like someone so much in so little time? Or am I love deprived?

  I got out of the tub. I dried myself and decided I was going to lie around the whole day. I didn’t want to move. I had either a lot of thinking to do or I needed to stop thinking at all. While I got under the sheets, I didn’t dress myself. The covers felt soothing against my bare skin. It was kind of arousing too. My decision was instantaneous. I’d have done anything to relax right then, so I lay back and my fingers found their way between my legs on their own. The caress was gentle and relieving, I rubbed my folds and pressed down on my nub. Fire ran though my body, my back arched and desire pooled in me within a minute. I played with my insides till my head went blank. I came soon afterwards and immediately fell asleep.

  I don’t know how long I was out, but when I woke up, it was to the drastic sound of Sarah knocking at my door. I groaned and demanded, “Yes?”

  “Ma’am, Mr. Hathaway is waiting for you downstairs.”

  What? Was it evening already?

  I turned around to pick up my phone and saw it was three in the afternoon. How long had I been sleeping? “Tell him I’ll be down in a minute,” I yelled back. I collected the sheets, washed up and dressed quickly before running downstairs. I’m never prepared when he comes around. I’m not sure I ever will be.

  Henry

  She called me an asshole. She shouldn’t have.

  I couldn’t concentrate the entire day because of her. I know that we’ve not exactly been up to the mark, but calling me an asshole is pushing it up a notch. I’ve been nothing but downright gentlemanly with Anna. She needs to learn how to talk.

  The past few days were nerve wracking, I’ll admit that. But what’s her problem now? I’m getting tired of obsessing over her. I’ve been in relationships before but I’ve never done so much thinking about them. My past girlfriends were easy to be with. Anna vexes me. I keep questioning everything about myself and us.

  I don’t think I’ll forget that night at the warehouse. I also don’t think I’ll recover from my feelings back then. Which means nothing is going to change for the better.

  I don’t know why despite having these thoughts, I ended up wrapping all my work and rushing over to Anna’s house as fast as I could. Like I mentioned, she’s driving me crazy. I’m doing things I’ve never done before.

  And I’m not enjoying being this way, unlike what fairy tale romances say.

  Truth be told, it was annoying when the househelp informed me that her madam was asleep. Am I the only one going crazy over here? How could Anna be sleeping? I’ve lost sleep over us for the past few nights.

  I know I told her that we should talk, but it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know what to talk about. I won’t admit to her that I saw her fight at the warehouse. Or whatever it was that she was doing. Teaching, I’d like to call it. But I fail to understand why or how come. I haven’t lied to her about one thing though – my feelings. I do like her. A lot.

  It’d be nice if I could understand why.

  Her random acts entrance me. We were out walking by the park the other day, when I saw her suddenly run out to a kid. This kid was sitting on a bench in the park alone, and she scared the shit out of him by jumping at him from behind. He cried, I had to buy him ice cream and a couple of balloons to calm him down. Next day, I saw her walk this kid home from school, and he didn’t want to let her go.

  I’m telling you, there’s something about Anna Reeves.

  While I waited for Anna to come down, I was relieved that Mark wasn’t home. I mulled over Cain Matthew’s stupid as fuck case and sighed. It was sad that he was our first client. He thought he was being stalked so he wanted our help to get a restraining order. I know. I’m rolling my eyes right now. But Pete’s investigation told him that Cain might actually have been followed by a guy who had been hired by his fiancé. He of course hadn’t told Matthews of his suspicions yet. So we’re caught somewhere between being struggling lawyers and wannabe private detectives.

  My opinion though? We’re being sore losers. But I don’t see a way out, so that’s that.

  “Ah – Hathaway.”

  Her soft voice drew my attention. I’m surprised I’m dating her. I looked up and Anna was standing right before me, hair messed up and looking like she had indeed just woken up. To her credit, I think she tried to look presentable for me. There was a hint of care in the way she was dressed – she had pulled on a dress instead of the usual jeans and tee. I noticed all of that, and nothing beat the throb of my heart and the happiness that rushed through my insides when I saw her face. It happens every time.

  She’s like external dopamine to me, if that makes sense.

  “Hey,” I said, standing up, “I hope I didn’t catch you at a wrong time.”

  “No – no. I was just taking a nap. Your… work. Are you done?”

  “Yeah. Finished early.”

  “Great. Great.”

  I could see she was nervous. I stepped forward to hold her hand but she withdrew. I raised my brows – I think I’m catching her habits – and she shrugged with a silly smile.

  “Henry… I. I don’t like this. I – “

  I bridged the distance between us and kissed her. She responded, but didn’t weave her hands around my neck like she usually does. Instead, she put them on my chest and pushed me away lightly once she had kissed me back.

  I love how she closes her eyes every time we kiss. I also love how distracted she gets afterward. I wonder if this reaction of hers is exclusive to my touch?

  “Hathaway – “ she was short on breath – “Don’t, I – Were you at the warehouse that night? The night we went out on our first date.”

  Of all the things I expected Anna to say, this was not it. For a second I thought I misheard her. But then I looked into her eyes and the worry in her expression
told me I hadn’t. That’s another thing about Anna Reeves. I’ve come to love her eyes. They’re a sea green, the kind that make me feel goosebumps every time she’s looking at me with want. The kind that make me want to embrace her when she is worried.

  I suddenly lost any semblance of insecurity that I had previously had. I held her hands and said by instinct, “That doesn’t change anything, Anna.”

  Her face lost color and her eyes went all the way from fearful to terrified. Then, I saw the visible fortification of a person’s heart. For real. I’ve read about it, but I saw it happen to Anna again. I remembered the night I had left her at the bar. Just like that time, her eyes went cold within a second and she stepped back. Her demeanor changed to that of someone who had been backed into a corner. I hated feeling like some beast who had finally detained its prey.

  But Anna reacted to me like that.

  “You saw.” She whispered. Before I could talk, she said, “But Hathaway we don’t have anything that can change between us. You saw me that night, you decided it wasn’t worth talking about. A week in, and we’re down to faking our relationship. You were right. You haven’t been an asshole to me. Though I do think our definition of asshole-ness differs quite a bit.”

  I don’t know what she wanted to do. I’ve studied psychology for three semesters, so I knew she was trying to protect herself from being hurt. But is this her way of sorting things out? Because if she wanted a reaction out of me, she pretty damn well would get one.

  I was enraged. Instantly. Why the fuck was she playing victim here?

  “Anna –“ I began to howl.

  She swallowed, I saw the shiver in her hands. I lost my words. I lowered my voice instead, “I said I don’t care.”

  That wasn’t what I wanted to say at all.

  “You haven’t acted like you didn’t.”

  “I was baffled, Anna.”

  “You didn’t even ask me about my hand.”

  “What?”

  “My hand,” she raised up her arm and I saw her bandaged palm, “My hand. This hand.”

  I won’t lie. Her emphasis and the determination that filled her eyes threw me off track. I looked at her and she stared back in defiance. My reaction was based off the hint of hope I saw in her eyes. I bit my lip. I laughed.

  Hysterically. Like a stoned man.

  Really… how much of a pampered girl is she? Isn’t she adopted? How much did Mark manage to spoil her in a mere ten years? She was hilarious. Anna Fucking sweet-as-hell Reeves is hilarious as fuck.

  I’m done being nice.

  I grabbed my girl. The lost expression on her face was cute, the beating of my own heart was quite sexy. Anna was beautiful, and I wanted her. Now.

  Our kisses are always fiery, passionate. They trigger something almost animalistic in me, I want to take her in places that could get us both arrested. She manages to hold me down close to her body every time we kiss, I react to her within minutes. I love the feel of her breasts in my hands. She’s perfect in our moment together. I love how she feels pressed against me, simple as that.

  I caressed her hand and kissed it.

  “Is that better?” I whispered. She frowned. She pulled her hand from my grasp and pushed me away.

  “Do I have to pretend this is cute?” she looked genuinely bothered, “because I think it’s creepy.”

  “What is?”

  “The kiss on hand and is-it-better thing. It’s weird. Kisses don’t heal wounds.”

  “They do sweetheart. It’s called magic touch.”

  She looked thoroughly unconvinced. I don’t think I have a chance of not falling in love with her. I laughed so hard at her confused expression, my sides hurt. I brought her close and hugged her again. It’s awesome when her head ends up right under my chin. She’s a perfect fit in my arms. She makes me feel delighted in a way I can’t point out.

  We ended up in her bedroom again. I didn’t want to let her go. After our little talk which basically led to sorting out nothing, my feelings for Anna somehow reinforced. I didn’t hesitate this time. I didn’t want her out of my need to shut down my insecurity anymore. I wanted her because she was driving me insane with desire.

  She lay on the side of her bed, her bottom placed perfectly on the floor. I flipped her skirt and loved the unflattering red underwear she had on. It suited her and was so unlike her at the same time, I loved it anyway. Grabbing her thighs, I pushed them apart and kissed her insides, enjoying the little moan that escaped her lips. She was getting wet, her scent wafted into my mouth making me grow hard.

  “You’re too responsive, baby,” I mentioned. Pulling down her little red thong, I hit her core. She gasped. And then she screamed.

  I devoured her insides, licking, sucking, fucking Anna with my tongue till she was thrashing on her bed. I grabbed her bottom and pushed her into my mouth, she grabbed my head and begged me to not let her go. Biting her growing nub, I pushed in and out till I heard her sob. That was my cue. I kissed her slit and whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

  Obediently, the sweet little woman shattered. Just like that.

  I moved up. I kissed her lips, licked her pulse and bit her earlobe. She moaned, trying to recover from her high. My heart thudded wildly. I kissed my way down to her body again. Anna is always beautiful, but nothing matches the expression she has when she’s climaxing. The ecstasy on her face is one initiated straight up by the devil. She is fucking beautiful.

  My own need pressed. I unhooked my jeans and whispered into her ear, “Baby, are you ready?” I touched her folds with my fingers again and played with her entrance. She responded quickly and thrashed one more time, bringing herself to another demi climax.

  I’m telling you. Anna is full of surprises. Even when she is this easily aroused, she’s making me grin in utter mischief. I’m hard, I’m in need. But I can’t help but think to myself, “Oh baby. What will you do now?” I’m bloody thrilled, my Lady Batman.

  Anna

  His fingers pull in and out of me, working their way into my very core. I’m shuddering in delight, my mind is numb from pleasure. I can’t think. I might pass out. Henry is gold. He feels so good. His thumb moves to my back to draw circles around my anus while his fingers keep working their way inside. He rubs both my entrances. I’m losing my mind. He feels like heaven.

  My body has a mind of its own. I’m reacting to Henry like I’ve never reacted to anyone before. He’s scaring me a little too, with the slight movement he has going on with his thumb. I’ve never done anal before. Does he want to take me from behind? I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. Pressure builds up inside me and I lose my thoughts again. His hand feels so perfect against my bottom, I might let him get away with anything. I end up coming again.

  I need him. I need him to touch me more, and I need to feel him pressed against my body.

  I haven’t had so much pleasure in a long time. Especially not one with a guy looking at me as if I am the most beautiful woman on earth.

  “You ready baby?” he whispers.

  Not yet. Not yet.

  Despite the heavenly climax, I prod myself on my elbows to catch his lips between my teeth. He’s sweet. He’s hot. His mouth makes me shudder. I can taste myself on him when we kiss. It is so incredibly profane and so right, my insides quiver. I wrap a hand around his neck to pull him closer while he holds on to my waist.

  “I want to look at you Henry,” I whisper between gasps.

  He’s stunning. I haven’t noticed the gray in his eyes blue eyes before. His lips are soft and his kisses, fulfilling. He’s not muscled with six or eight packs, he’s just rightly toned. I sat up, he followed me on the bed. I flipped the button of his jeans. The bulge in them wasn’t surprising, but the sight of it turned me on. When I pulled out his cock, my heart pounded with wild ferocity. My hands quivered when I touched him. I kissed him again, he kissed me back with unrestrained want. I worked my hand on his manhood. I didn’t need him any more aroused than he already was, but I loved
the furious passion that my touch drove him into. His kisses grew in intensity, he bit my lip before removing my hand from him. He pushed them back into the bed and held both of mine palms in one hand of his.

  “Don’t. Move,” he grunted. I smiled, stilled in place. He moved to my bottom and kissed the insides of my thighs again.

  “Open up.”

  I parted my legs a little. He positioned himself between me saying, “Anna, sweetheart. Are you alright? … ready?”

  He’s such a gentleman. He can damn well see that I am.

  I nodded in response. His mouth landed on mine as he pushed himself into me. His grab around my hands loosened, I gasped. His other hand went around my hips. He didn’t start moving till I had told him I was okay. My entire body shivered, I began to grind against him with a fervor unknown to me before. He pushed hard. His hands roamed the entirety of my body, my mind wandering to places and highs I never could have known. I moved against him in that ancient rhythm of passion, fed his desire for me with moans that turned to delightful, delicate screams within minutes.

  I wanted him to be mine. Mine forever. I pulled him closer as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. His hips pushed and thrusted against mine, he pulled me so tight against him, he could never have let me go.

  I cried.

  I shattered when my nipples rubbed against his chest and he twisted them in his hands. One last push and a slight whisper in my ears, I could hardly understand when he came with me, within me. I lost at the words he had said. Utterly, terribly lost. To him.

  His voice that whispered, “Oh Anna… I love you.”

  I won’t ever forget it.

  Chapter 16

  Henry

  I’m not ready for a fight. My insides are melting, my heart is beating so fast I could practically explode all over again. But like I said, Anna is full of surprises. Who ever said I’m going to like what she has in store for me?