Her Prison Husband Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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A smile creeps over my lips as I look up at her. The two of us have known each other long enough for her to know my answer simply by that smile, but after what happened, of course I’m going to elaborate.

“It was un-be-lievable!” I tell her as the memories of the most primal, sensual, life-changing sexual encounter come rushing back to me. Instantly my body starts tingling. I remember the feel of his hands on my hips, his fingers threaded through my hair, his lips on mine as he kissed me, and his warm breath on my neck as he held me and whispered his dirty talk into my ear.

“I was trying to like…put on a show for him…” I say, feeling myself blush.

“Yeah?” Kelly giggles.

“But before I could, he just grabbed me, threw me down on the floor, and rammed it in me.”

Kelly’s eyes roll back in her head so hard that for a second I think she’s about to pass out. She groans, takes a deep breath, then opens them again and gives me a look of girl envy.

“Hot,” she says simply.

“And he’s huge. I mean…monstrous. I felt like he was going to tear me in two.”

Kelly gulps her glass and begins pouring another. “Do you have any idea how badly I wish I was you right now? Ron hasn’t fucked me like that in…well, I don’t know if he’s ever fucked me like that, but he hasn’t given it to me like he used to in years.”

“Well, just find yourself a serial killer,” I shrug. “Although I have to warn you, the post-nut guilt is pretty intense.”

Kelly bursts out laughing, picks up a handful of peanuts from the bowl on the counter, and throws them at me.

“Bitch, did you just say ‘post-nut guilt’?”

I crack up laughing and duck as she throws another handful in my direction. They scatter harmlessly across the floor.

“That’s what all the guys call it!”

Kelly snaps her fingers. “And that’s the headspace you need to get into if you’re going to keep doing this. The guy headspace.”

“Guy headspace?”

“Dude-brain.” Kelly nods. “You need to have the dude-brain.”

“Oh, so I need to start liking video games and sports now?” I laugh.

“No, you just need to compartmentalize.” Kelly dumps the peanut bowl out in front of me, takes an envelope, and uses it to divide the pile into two.

She points to the left. “On this side, your girl-brain. The one that knows that Bain is a serial killer, murderer scumbag who’s going to be in prison for the rest of his life.” She points to the right pile. “And on this side, your dude-brain, the one that knows that Bain also fucks like a pornstar maniac and is definitely worth going back to visit.”

“Oh my God,” I groan and eye the two piles of peanuts, then point to the dude-brain one. “You know, this one does look tastier…”

Kelly cracks up again. “Right? You have to do it, Elena. If not for you, then for me.”

“For you?”

“Think about me, stuck in this sham of a marriage, not getting any,” she sighs. “You going back to that prison week after week and coming back here with stories for me will be like my own personal erotica novel.”

“Oh, Jesus…” I groan, hiding my face behind my hair. “So now it’s not just about me having a good time? Now I have to report back to you like some anthropologist or something?”

“No, just like a good friend,” Kelly replies with a wink. “Think of it as spicing up my marriage without me actually having to step out of line. Know what I’m saying?”

Laughing, I shake my head again and tilt my glass forward for a refill. I can see by the look in her eyes that she’s envious of my situation, and I can’t lie: The time we spent together before he started talking and reminding me of who he actually is was amazing.

Maybe I can get my “dude-brain” working.

Maybe I can compartmentalize and actually enjoy myself and not let a little thing like serial murder get in the way of a good time. After all, it’s not like Bain would ever hurt me, right?

7

Bain

I totally screwed up. I should have kept my mouth shut after Elena and I did the deed and just wrapped my arm around her and told her how beautiful she is and how glad I was that she came to see me. Because that’s the truth.

But instead, I went and opened my mouth about myself like an idiot and scared her off, and that was a major mistake. The question now is whether or not I’ll be able to come back from it.

I have to. The time we spent together was too incredible. I’ve never had that kind of an experience with a woman before, and that’s not just the pent-up frustration from being in jail talking either.


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