49. Honeymoon and confessions

The wedding and reception were over. Everything was beautiful, and it felt like old times. I didn't want to go home, but I had to. Being close to old friends and family made be question why I had left in the first place. I should have stayed here with Shane. Philip was right at one point in my life I wanted more than to be a cop's wife. I wanted to left this place behind. I wanted to be a big shot lawyer. Maybe even go into politics. I had such big dreams. Now all I wanted was to be Shane's wife. And have his babies.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"I was just thinking I wish we didn't have to go home," I smile looking those dark eyes.

"We aren't flying back until tomorrow," Shane smiled.

"So where are staying?"

"I got us a room. I figured we could use a night alone. Sorry, it's not a real honeymoon," Shane said feeling guilty. I knew he was thinking about how Philip having a better paying job than him. And all the out-of-town trips he took me on. I hated that Shane had the need to compare himself to Philip. I chosen him.

"It's perfect. You and me alone is all I need. Besides when we move to California, it will be like vacating everyday," I said taking his hand.

"I can't wait," Shane said taking my hand.

Shane was only half-smiling and I knew something was on his mind. Was he regretting marrying me already?

"You're in deep thought too," I said touching his leg.

"All I could think of all night was how much I wanted to fuck you," Shane admitted.

"But now?"

"I am wondering how I measure up. I know it's stupid ass thing to wonder, but I knew you couldn't get enough of Philip. I am thinking maybe it's because I bore you in bed," Shane said feeling hurt.

"It's not like that. You two are different. I love the way we make love," I said touching his face.

"But what is it like with Philip?"

Why was Shane doing this to me? Today of all days? I mean, I never asked him what Stephanie was like in bed.

"I never made love with Philip. It was all fucking. Most of the time he is rough. Throwing me around like a rag doll, pulling my hair, and biting my lip," I admitted.

"So he treats you like a slut?"

"Yes, it is very intense. I am ashamed to admit I love it," I said. Now Shane knew about my dirty secret.

"What all did you two do?"

"He tie me down to the bed, gag me sometimes, and blind fold me. We'd take dirty pictures of each other. We got crazy. It's my dirty secret," I said looking up at him.

"Andrea, I can fuck hard if that's what you like. Honestly, I never figured you'd be into that sort of thing," Shane says. I place my hand in between his legs feeling how hard he is for me now.

"I wouldn't have either, but I am."

"I am going to take you to the hotel room, and fuck you so hard. You will never think of that asshole again. No one does rough sex like me," Shane said pressing his lips forcefully against mine. We leave the banquet hall, and hurry upstairs to our room. Once in the room Shane quickly unzips my dress. He unhooks my bra, and slides of my white lace panties. His hands are under my boobs and he pressing his body against mine. I feel how hard is for me. How much he wants me. I am already wet for him.

"Get on the bed," Shane commands me. No questions asked I get on the bed. His hands run up and down my leg. Now, his head is in between my legs. I felt his tongue moving quickly inside me. I grab his dark hair and as moves closer inside me.

"Oh Shane," I moan as I feel myself getting close. He is moving that tongue so damn fast.

"You are mine. My wife," Shane said when he pulls his tongue out from inside of me. I say nothing, but smile. He licks his lips that are covered my juices. I watch him taking of his clothes. His ejection for me is so big.

"Suck," Shane says moving in my face. I open my mouth and place his dick in my mouth. Shane grabs my hair moving my mouth deeper inside him. I have him all the way inside me and I can taste his pre-come.

"Oh baby…you are about to make me come," Shane moans. He touches my neck softly letting me know it's time to stop. He moves lays me down on my stomach. His hands are on my ass, and he thrusts himself inside me. I look at him. His dark eyes are glowing , his muscular body relaxed, and he moving deeper inside me.

"You like that dirty girl?"

My body is overcome with physical pleasure, and I am in mental ecstasy. I love feeling helpless on my knees. Shane is in control. He is moving my body forcefully. One of his hands is covering my mouth gagging me, while the other is grabbing a pillow.

"Say you like me fucking you," Shane said pushing harder.

"I love you fucking me," I whisper through his hand. Suddenly he is filling me up with his come.

"That was amazing," Shane said falling on the bed. Both of our hearts are beating fast, and we are breathless.

"I love you," I tell him falling into his arms. Shane says nothing but runs his fingers through my blonde hair. We are covered in each other's sweat, and are more in love than ever. I rest my head on his chest listening to his heart beating.

50. Infatuation

People forget that someone else's happiness may cause someone else's pain. Andrea and Shane were glowing in the newlywed bliss. I knew because I was looking at the pictures Andrea had posted on Facebook. The smiles on their faces made me want to puke.

How could Andrea do this to me? She was carrying my baby, and if she was marrying anyone it should be me. She belonged with me.

I poured myself another glass of whiskey staring at the pictures of them together. They looked like Barbie and Ken doll, I thought pissed off. I took a big drink of the whiskey waiting for the picture of Andrea to print out. I picked up the image from the printer. God, she was so beautiful. I had to have her, I thought staring at her picture smiling back at me. The images of Andrea and Shane on the computer screen haunted me. Shane seem to yelling at me. I could hear him telling me I was loser. And my father was right about me. You've had too much to drink, I tell myself. Shane does not even know your father. Still, I pour another drink, and continue to look all the wedding images. Why was Shane yelling at me? Too much too drink.

"I am not a loser. I have worked my ass off! I have a new house, and a management job. I make more money then you. And Andrea is having my baby asshole. That is my baby not yours," I yell at my computer. Shane's picture does not answer me of course. But I stare at the image of Shane and Andrea looking back at me. I can't handle it. Losing Andrea is another reminder of what a failure I am. I pick up my computer screen, and throw it across the room. FUCK THEM. Shane and Andrea, will have hell to pay. I pick up the computer screen throw it again harder against the wall. I take another drink of a whiskey, and decide to go to bed. I am not a loser, and they would be sorry. Enjoy your happiness while it last Andrea, I think ripping up her picture.

AN: That's the end of part two! I hope you are looking forward to part three!