Page 63 of The Body Checker
“Quinn, look at me,” I whisper.
Her eyes open and meet mine—and something deep and profound passes between husband and wife, something there is no coming back from.
“Quinn,” I whisper.
“Jonah,” she says in response, and I pray to fuck I’m not the only one invested in us right now.
Our bodies move, become one as he we make love, and our eyes never lose contact. I keep my hands on her, and she holds my arms as we work in tandem to bring each other pleasure. I lift my hips, power into her, and her clit rubs against my body with each downward movement. Her eyes dim, her lids close slightly, and she releases the softest, sexiest moan as she lets go, her cum hot on my cock.
“Yeah,” I say, as sensations center in my groin, and unable to hold out any longer, I release inside her. Her eyes open a bit more and the soft smile on her face curls around my heart. It’s strange, but sex with her is different this time, better now that she’s my wife.
Sated, she falls over me, and I smooth my hand down her damp back, hold her close, never, ever wanting to let her go. If I told her that, would she believe me?
Would she stay on as Daisy’s mother?
My wife?
Or would she run in the other direction, because a ready-made family is the last thing that she wants?
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Quinn
“You got married?! To this…this…whore?”
Whore?
Oh, no she didn’t!
I’m about to throat punch Shari, but Jonah puts his hand on my arm to stop me.
Honest to God, I hadn’t expected this today, not after the wonderful night Jonah and I had in the honeymoon suite. We’d only just gotten home and put Daisy to bed for her nap, when Shari showed up at the door, screaming and ranting and calling me names.
I glare at her. I’m angry—not at the name calling, that I can handle. I’m angry that she didn’t list Jonah as the father, that Zander had to run around to get the name of the doctor, that she left no instructions for Jonah, and neglected to tell him about her shots.
“Don’t you ever call her that.”
Jonah’s voice holds a level of warning that frightens even me. Shari, however, doesn’t seem fazed.
“Hand Daisy over,” she demands.
“No. I’m going for custody, Shari. You disappear, show up here drunk, and then threaten me, call my wife names?”
She looks at Jonah—then laughs in his face. A chilling laugh that prowls through my blood and sets off alarm bells. Why is she laughing like she knows something we don’t? My stomach sours and bile punches into my throat. Oh, this isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.
“Hand her over, Jonah! She’s not even yours.”
Jonah stands there, his entire body stiff, then he falters backward, like he’d just been sucker punched. I suppose he has been. We both have been. I put my arms around him, to help absorb the shock as my own body begins to shake almost uncontrollably.
“You’re lying,” he finally says through clenched teeth.
Shari plants one hand on her hip and inches her chin up. “No, I’m not.”
As if refusing to believe any of this, he shoots back with, “Then why did you tell me she was mine, and drop her off here to bond with me?” He puts his hand on his stomach, like he’s about to vomit, too.
“Not only are you a big fucking deal now, Jonah, when I found out I was pregnant, Zander was in love with Liz. He wasn’t going to marry me, and Daisy and I need to be taken care of. But now…” Sh
e throws a disgusted look my way. “Her.”