Free The Daughter in Law by Jordan Silver Page B

of my back and led me
along. I was beginning to feel better by the minute. We didn’t say anything as
we sat and waited for another hour or so for our flight to be called. I spent
the time worrying about what was going to become of my marriage and how I was
going to get through this pregnancy without him if it came to that. The thought
of losing him made me hurt so bad I wanted to cry but I held off.
    When we boarded he once again had
his hand on my back; that one little piece of contact felt like manna to a
starving soul.
    After we were seated and belted
in he turned and studied me for the longest while without saying a word. Oh
shit he’s gonna tell me that we’re through. Instead he
wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, and for some twisted reason the
floodgates opened up. “Shh, baby come on it’s okay.” He unhooked me and pulled
me into his lap and I held on like a lifeline. He rubbed me and soothed me, and
all I could think was, if that horse face flight attendant said anything about
buckling your seatbelts I was going to knock her ass out midflight. We hadn’t
taken off yet though so no one said anything.
    When it was time to take off he put
me back in my seat and buckled me in, then when they released the seatbelt
light he told me to lay back and take a nap. “You’ve had a long day baby why
don’t you take a nap?”
    “What’re you going to do?”
    “It’s just a four hour jump to New York, I’ll be fine.”
    “Okay just for a few minutes.”
      He pushed my seat all the way back
because first class has these kick ass seats now that can turn into a bed. He
threw the blanket over me, kissed my hair, and took my hand before rummaging in
the back of the seat for a magazine. I held his hand so tight.
    The next thing I knew he was waking
me up because we were getting ready to land.
    “Was I snoring?”
    “No but you did drool a coupla times.” I wiped my mouth.
    “Not to worry I cleaned you up.”
    “You’re so full of shit.” I
punched his arm and he kissed me. Hard to believe just a few short hours ago we
were sitting in a parking lot close to divorce.
    We grabbed our carry-ons and left
the other suckers heading for baggage claim. Momma and daddy were there with
two of my nephews waiting. Momma was looking sharp in her white Fox and her
Breakfast as Tiffany’s shades. She gave me the once over and daddy was eyeing
my red eyes, but neither of them said anything. After the hellos we just headed
for the car and home.
    That night we decided to take
it easy because I was wiped out. Damien called home a few times but he didn’t
offer any information and I didn’t ask.

 
 
    After we went
to bed in my old room we had a ball trying to be quiet while we made love. It was
a very confusing time for me. How could this man who was so loving and kind be
so blind when it came to his family? He touched my hair and face as he stroked
in and out of me nice and slow. “I love you.” I started to cry again for no
earthly reason because he was being so sweet and I hated and loved him more in
that moment than anything. “We’re going to be fine baby okay.” I nodded my head
because I couldn’t form the words.
    I had the best
orgasm that night; it wasn’t a Damien Spencer special but it came from the
depths of my soul. It was soft and hot and sweet, and rolled through me like a
wave. He covered my mouth when my screams got out of control but I bit his palm
and licked it so he replaced it with his mouth. That only prolonged the sweet
agony and I drenched his cock as he kept up a steady pace of in and out
strokes. When he buried his face in my neck and groaned I clenched around him
squeezing that last drip of goodness out of him.
    He held onto
me so tight that night I was almost afraid. Was he saying goodbye or something?
He turned to me twice more in the night; each time was sweeter than the last.
He whispered all kinds of goodies in my ear and I was lost. That sick fear I’d
been feeling was slowly