It didn’t take long for me to hear Jared approaching, but I didn’t bother to open my eyes and look at his face. It wouldn’t be easy to forget he brought me to the same house where his former lover was. I could even imagine both having sex in that pool, during his trips.

“You forgot your sun blocker, princess,” he said. I could hear him pulling the other sun lounger closer to me.

“Call that slut project a princess,” I seethed.

“I can’t, she’s gone. I dismissed her until we leave.”

“With those provocative clothes, I bet she’ll find something better to do very quickly.”

The smell of sun blocker reached me, and soon I felt Jared’s lotion covered hand on my belly, rubbing the protective cream on me.

I should have avoided him. After all, we were fighting. I should even deprive him of sex because American women could do that, but how could I resist his touch? How could I resist the warmth between my legs?

I kept quiet, defeated, closing my eyes while I let his hand run freely over my body. He set me on fire.

“You have the most sensuous skin my hands have ever touched.” He was hoarse and breathless, showing he was turned on as well.

“Shut up, Jared,” I whispered.

“What a sassy mouth you have. I’ll teach you not to talk to me like that.”

I didn’t bother answering him. I just laid still in ecstasy while his hand rubbed sunscreen all over me, leaving me extremely aroused.

Jared put the lotion on my chest, arms and traced the curve around my breasts. I needed to bite my lips to suppress my moaning. His hands went down my belly, my legs, down to my calf, my feet and back. They went between my legs very slowly, going back to my belly, and then I felt his fingers inside my panties, searching the space between my vaginal lips, moving back and forth in my wetness while his palm massaged my clitoris.

Fuck! That was delicious! I wished I could resist it, but I was too horny. I let out a moan while I opened my legs and moved my hips to my husband’s hand, searching for more of him. That was when I opened my eyes and saw his beautiful face. His eyes were half-closed to the sun. His skin was red because of the heat and he looked completely turned on.

“Jared…” I moaned, begging to feel him, touch him. To have all of him inside me.

“Yes?” He brought his wet fingers to my clitoris and rubbed it very slowly, making me crazy, although I knew I wouldn’t cum with that rhythm.

I was lost in ecstasy. I tried to sit up and touch him, but he stopped me and pushed me back down. Still touching me between my legs, he used his free hand to hold both my wrists in front of my body, immobilizing me as he leaned over me. He used his teeth to pull my bra up and took my breast in his mouth, moving his tongue on my nipple before hungrily sucking it, making me moan louder, filling me with desire.

Jared eased the pressure of his fingers on my sex, masturbating me very slowly. He awakened a desire for more and when I moved my hips, seeking it, he massaged it more slowly and at the same time moved his mouth to my other breast, sucking it, making me moan even louder.

I wanted to touch him, to give it back to him, to feel him, but he kept me from moving, holding my wrists firmly.

“What do you intend to do with this?” I asked, barely breathing.

“With what?”

With a fast movement, he pulled my wrists up over my head and kept holding them there while running his mouth over my body, licking and biting my skin in a delicious way.

“Fuck, Jared!”

I moved my hips, trying to feel more of him and, once again, he softened his touch.

“You’re talking very dirty today. I think you should apologize.”

“For what?”

“Think. What did you just say, Inaya?”

He was the one who should apologize for bringing me under the same roof as that slut. I didn’t intend to give in, but Jared knew my body and my needs too well. He touched me feverishly again, bringing me close to an orgasm, and stopped his hand on my sensitive spot while sucking my breasts. I was desperate for relief.

“Ok. I’m sorry for telling you to shut up.” I told him. “Now, let me cum.”

“I don’t know. It didn’t sound convincing.” He held my nipple between his teeth and pressed it.

Fuck! “Oh… Forgive me, please. I’ll never tell you to shut up again.”

He just needed to move his fingers faster on my clitoris, circling it, keeping his mouth on my breast. It took only a moment for me to come, my back arching on the sun lounger while his sweet name escaped my lips. My body shook until my orgasm subsided.

“You’ll pay me, Jared,” I said, exhausted. My body went limp and he smiled that naughty smile I loved.

“Don’t move. I want to fuck you in this position.” He said and got up to undress, taking off his clothes piece by piece, displaying his beautiful nudity. I could see his broad shoulders, his strong chest, his beautiful abdomen, his hairy thighs, and his erect big, thick penis.

As if my body was guided by his voice, I laid still, overtaken by the expectation of what would happen next.

Jared sat completely naked on the edge of the sun lounger, between my opened legs. He took off my panties, and then the bra. He looked at my nudity with hungry eyes, and leaned over me. He kissed me, trying to devour me with a long, passionate kiss.

Without moving his mouth from mine, he positioned himself between my legs and slipped inside me, penetrating my wetness sensually and spreading my vagina. He filled me deep, making me scream in his mouth.

Jared arched his big body, putting his arms under my legs, he pulled me up, moving inside me in that position. He thrusts inside were strong and fast, driving me insane. After that, he put my legs on his shoulders and leaned over me again, looking deep in my eyes while going inside me in that delicious rhythm. He went deeper and deeper as his pelvis smacked against my butt, echoing across the sunbathed terrace.

He kept the rhythm until I was close to coming, and then stopped and pulled out of me. He touched my sex with his delicious mouth and licked my swollen clitoris. After that, he put his warm tongue on my anus, moving it in circles, wetting it. He made me turn to the side on the sun lounger and laid behind me, putting his entire dick in my vagina while elevating one of my legs.

Taken by lust, I started pushing my hips against him, seeking for more. Jared pulled out of me again and put his dick on the entrance to my anus, pressing it slowly, going in carefully to avoid hurting me, but the last thing I needed was caution. I pushed my hips against him rapidly, bringing him inside me, enjoying every inch of his hardness and feeling it spreading me while a mix of pain and pleasure invaded me.

“Fuck, Inaya. Do you want to drive me nuts?”

He put his hand on my pussy and massaged my clitoris while fucking my anus, moving faster and stronger, until the pain disappeared and the wildest pleasure overtook me, making my body stiffen as my orgasm neared.

“Jared…” I mumbled, almost moaning.

“I know, precious. Cum for me.”

He bit my neck hard from behind while massaging my clitoris and fucking me. We both came at the same time. I felt his sperm exploding inside me, and our bodies shaking together as I moaned even louder.

When we stopped, my body felt heavy and my heart beat fast. Jared took his hand out of me and put it on my mouth, making me taste my own pleasure. He pulled out of me and turned me to face him. His dark eyes were fixed on me.

“I love you, Inaya. Very much. I’ve had many women during my life, but none of them ever mattered to me as much as you do. You’re unique… do you understand?”

His words touched me. I felt chills, and tears were toweling up in my eyes.

“I love you too, Jared. You will always be my only one, do you get that?”

“I do.”

In the next moment his lips pressed against mine as we embraced each other. The warm sun washed over our naked bodies.

I regretted telling him to send that slut away when evening approached and I wanted dinner. I had to go to the kitchen and it was torture because I had to leave Jared’s arms and focus on other work. There was nothing better than being alone with that man, cuddling and making love like we were on a never-ending honeymoon.

I’m glad he felt the same and came to help me, preparing the salad while I fried some chicken I found in the fridge.

We ate in the kitchen, in that delightful climate of intimacy and fun we had every time we were alone, as if the world outside and its problems didn’t exist. It was like there was a dome around us, protecting us from everything.

Only the next morning I found out it wasn’t just an imaginary dome protecting us, the house was surrounded by fully armed bodyguards. They were big, rough-looking men acting like robots and pretending they didn’t see us as we passed by on the way to the beach in our swimsuits. I was glad I was wearing a beach coverup.

“Why are there so many bodyguards around us?” I asked, perplexed.

“Just for safety, Inaya. We don’t know who sabotaged our car, and the only certainty is that he may try something again.”

“He or she.” I answered impulsively.

Jared observed me in silence for a moment, thinking. After a moment, he said, “Let’s not talk about it. Let’s enjoy our Sunday.”

When he said that I remembered this might be our last day together because his surgery was scheduled for the next day and an ominous feeling came over me. I suppressed the dark thoughts, though, and tried to think positively that everything would go right.

We had a perfect Sunday together. We started the day with a long motorboat ride. Then, we went to an Island where there was a posh seafood restaurant and had lunch. We sailed a little longer and then we went back home, took a bath and made love until we were exhausted.

There was silence between us when we woke up next morning and took the limo to the airport, followed by the bodyguards in another vehicle. We knew what one another was thinking; the risks posed by the operation. We refused to talk about the subject to prevent fear from replacing the happiness of our weekend.

In Seattle, we went straight to the hospital where Jeffrey and Erica were waiting for us. It was a new state-of-the-art hospital in a magnificent building in the city and that, along with the fact that it catered to the wealthy, helped calm my nerves somehow.

“Wow, you’re really tanned,” Jeffrey said as we entered the foyer. He was smiling too much for a guy whose brother was about to undergo risky surgery. “How are you, Inaya?”

“Fine, and you?”

“Fine too.”

“It’s true. You two look great.” Erica said, without disguising her hostility toward me.

“We were in Malibu. We spent the weekend there,” Jared said. Jeffrey’s expression went from casual to hard, becoming darker.

I suspected it was because he still hadn’t forgiven Jared for marrying me.

“So, is everything ok for them to put a knife in my chest?” Jared asked, making a morbid joke.

“The surgery is at ten. We still have some time. We’ll tell the doctor you’re here.” Erica said.

We went to the fifth floor in an awkward silence. There was a practically empty well-appointed waiting room, from which we could see a large corridor, which we followed. We entered the first door and I was surprised to see the doctor who would perform the surgery. He was too young, maybe twenty-eight. How could an inexperienced professional perform such a delicate surgery?

He sat behind an elegant wooden table, and after the introductions, we sat in the armchairs in front of him.

“Long time no see, Mr. Harrington. How have you been?” The doctor asked.

“I’m fine. I don’t feel any ill effects unless I exert myself too much.”

“Heart tumors are like that. Good or bad, they just show symptoms when they are stressed, unless they decide to grow and then it’s too late. I’m glad you came before it was too late.”

“Yes. Now I have a reason to fight for life.”

The doctor looked at me.

“I imagine you must be the reason,” he said and waited for my response. When I remained quiet, he continued. “And I imagine you’re wondering how someone as young as I can perform such delicate surgery.”

“Actually, I am.” I said.

“I assure you, you don’t have to worry. I took my specialization in the most modern procedures for this kind of surgery, things that most veterans haven’t kept up with, not to mention there will be other doctors present during the procedure, some older and more experienced than I.

“What are the chances for Jared surviving the surgery?” I asked, before I thought about it.

“With all the new research in this area during the last few months, I believe he chances are better than we thought in the beginning. The fact that he’s strong and doesn’t have acute symptoms increase those chances. Therefore, we just need to stay positive and believe everything is going to be ok.

“We’re optimistic about that.” Erica said.

“As a last resort, we can think about a transplant. We even have a heart available from a compatible donor,” he concluded.

“Nothing to worry about, Inaya.” Jeffrey assured me, and I had the impression I was the only one in the room who wasn’t sharing their optimism.

“Well, we still have an hour, but we should get you prepared, Mr. Harrington,” the doctor said. “As for you” he added, indicating the rest of us, “make yourselves comfortable in the waiting room, or if you prefer, you can go home and come back later. This isn’t a fast operation, it usually takes hours.”

“I’ll wait here,” I hurriedly said.

“We will as well,” Jeffrey added.

“We can go, then.” the doctor said. He stood up and we followed him out of the consultation room.

 

“Can I be alone with my wife for a moment?” Jared asked. They others shared what I interpreted to be a conspiratorial look.

“Of course. Just don’t take long, we have to prepare you,” the doctor said and they left the room.

When we were alone, Jared stood in front of me, so close his delicious scent filled my senses.

“I’ll come back to you. I love you too much,” he said.

“You’d better come back.” I tried to threaten him, but deep down my heart was breaking. My soul was shattered. I didn’t know what to do if I lost him.

“In case I don’t, I want you to know I never loved someone as I loved you. I made a will and everything I have will be yours in case something happens.”

“Don’t say that! Nothing will happen. I don’t want anything that’s yours, I just want you.”

Jared held my face with both hands and rested his face on my hair on the top of my head. “If I don’t come through the operation, use that money to make your dreams come true… the ones I didn’t have time to fulfill. Do everything you want and be happy. Try not to think about me, or be sad. If we have a son, raise him to be good and strong, like you are.”

As he spoke, I felt the anguish rising inside me, bringing tears to my eyes. Before I knew it, I was already crying, and I begged him mentally to give up on the surgery and come back home with me. It was safer to wait.

“Don’t talk like that, Jared. Nothing bad will happen. You’ll be ok. Fight for life while you are in surgery because if you leave me I won’t survive.” I gulped and my husband embraced me, holding my face to his chest as my tears wet the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t say such silly things. I’ll fight, but if I can’t survive, you need to be here so I can go in peace.”

At that moment, the door opened and the doctor put the head inside the room. “Time to go, Mr. Harrington,” he said, and I cried harder.

“Come back to me, Jared. I love you.”

“I will.” He kissed my lips intensely and then he followed the doctor outside.

I followed them to the hallway where Jeffrey and Erica waited and I stood beside them as the doctor led Jared down the long hallway. An unknown force took me over, urging me to call him back, to not let him have the surgery, but I kept silent. I watched as they disappeared through a door at the end of the hall, and I was filled with a terrible sensation of emptiness. My world was falling apart.