Wrong Number

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The next morning, I wake up in Juice's arms. Turning to face him, I reach between us and start to stroke his already hard member. He starts to stir as I kiss his lips. He thrusts into my hand before turning me onto my back and entering me. Thrusting in and out at a slow and steady pace. I find my release before he reaches his. Kissing me softly he says "Good morning wife." I smile and say "Good morning husband." He lays beside me and just holds me. "I love you Juan Carlos." I say. He looks down at me and says "I love you too Rita. More than you know." he says. We just lay there looking at each other, enjoying the quiet.

A little later, we get up and head to the diner for food. Getting a booth, we order our food and start to eat once it gets put on the table in front of us. "Do you have to work today?" I ask. "Nah. Honeymoon." he says. "Okay. Good. Thought we could go for a ride?" I ask. "Yeah. We can." he says smiling. After we eat, we ride around for the next few hours before pulling up at the clubhouse. Walking into the clubhouse, we are greeted by everyone with congratulations. Walking up to the bar, we both order beers and sit on one of the couches. We talk to everyone for a while and I ask "You wanna crash here tonight?" He nods and I snuggle back into my husband.

We go to head to bed and when we open the door to his dorm, there's a croweater lying on his bed. "Out." I say. "Sweetheart, you can't take care of our Juicy boy so why don't you run along and play with your friends." she says. I get in her face and say "My husband is taken care of just fine. Now, get out before I put a bullet in your fucking head." She looks at me shocked and says "Husband?" I nod and say "Yeah, husband. Now go." I say. She walks out of the room and I head into the bathroom and close the door. "Baby, let me in." he says but I don't respond. "Please baby. I didn't know she was in here." he says and again I don't respond. I have tears rolling down my face. All of a sudden I hear Kara at the door. "Babe, let me in." she says. I let her in and she asks "What happened?" I wipe away the tears and say "We came to bed and there was a fucking croweater on his bed. Telling me to go play with my friends that I can't take care of him like they can. What if I can't?" I say. "You don't have anything to worry about. You realize he thinks your fucking perfect right?" she asks and I shake my head no. She opens the door and says "Juice, show your wife what you think of her. She's scared she won't be able to take care of you like those whores can." I glare at her for telling him what I said. He walks to me and says "Baby, you take care of me better than they do. You don't realize how perfect you are. Those whores are used up and fake as hell but you, you're pure. Your perfect." he says. "I just worry." I tell him. "I worry too that you'll realize that you deserve better than me. But baby, if you feel like that you need to tell me. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." he tells me. "Okay. I'm sorry baby. I just fucking hate those whores." I tell him. "I know. But I promise she's telling everyone that we're married and they will all leave me alone. If any one of them tries to come up on me they will be tossed out. I promise." he tells me.

Moving me to the bed, he lays me down and hovers over me. "Let me show my wife just how perfect she is." he says as he undresses me and himself before placing himself between my thighs and entering me, making love to me and the entire time telling me how much he loves me and needs me.