Divorced, But Not Broken
Divorced, but Not broken Chapter 220

"Oh God, oh god...yes, Jonah!" I was panting harder from having my legs apart. The tall, muscular guy in between them, grinding me with his d**k when I was clinging onto his arms, knowing I would leave marks, but I didn't care. He was mine!

"Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you when I make you c*m!" Jonah was whispering it into my ear, kissing my neck with his soft lips to my twitches, still having my eyes closed when he knew how hard that would be for me since I just wanted to f*****g c*m! I opened my eyes the slightest, feeling the intense ache inside my core when he was smirking, seeing me struggle so hard not to just shut them again and claw my nails deeper inside his arms, that handsome bastard.

"That's it... Look at you, so f*****g beautiful..." I almost choked when he looked at me with such warmth that I couldn't believe this was my life, here in a bed with Jonah having a home and a life together. We finally had everything we ever wanted.

I couldn't speak when my body was convulsing, Jonah's face changing from bliss to pure ecstasy when I knew that he would c*m, too, like he couldn't help himself feeling me squeeze the sit out of him!

He fell down exhausted beside me, pulling out, leaving me breathless with my legs apart and my arm over my forehead, blinking into the ceiling. Holy s**t, he never disappointed!

"Oh f**k I'm getting out of shape... s**t..." Jonah was murmuring it into the pillow when I still was staring at the ceiling, shifting my eyes to his body and frowning at his stupid statement. He was f*****g fit as hell, and let's face it, I was unfit and out of shape in this relationship, always.

"Shut up..." I was throwing a pillow on him when he came up for air, snickering at the surprised face that didn't expect me to hit him so soon after having f****d me.

"No, I'm serious, look at me, I don't have the time to work out anymore... I'm going to get fat, baby, and then you tell me you f*****g love me..." He was chuckling like it was funny when I didn't. Did he think that I only cared about that part? His looks? | mean, sure, I didn't hate that he was so f*****g hot, but I would love him, no matter what, even if he did get fat on me; it's not like I was any better these days

"I do love you, even if you get fat... you know that, right?" I was looking sad, and I didn't know why? We just had our first night alone ever since we got the kids back, and it was all thanks to him. Jonah wasn't waiting around when he wanted something; I loved that about him and much more.

"Yeah, no, I'm not getting fat, Andrea..." He hadn't noticed me getting moody in the darkness, pulling the cover over my body, and feeling cold. I didn't know why having my fiances sprawled out beside me, happy and smirking like he always did when he was having a good time.

"I am..." I was sad, and I hated it. I know I was pregnant, but let's be honest, it wasn't just me being pregnant that made me go up one size since we got back together. late a lot, and maybe this was his way of telling me I was getting fat?

"No, don't f*****g go there tonight... I don't have the f*****g energy to fight you over that when Noah took an hour to get to sleep..." Jonah turned and gazed at me like I couldn't feel the hard stare in the darkness surrounding us, but I wasn't scared. I had never felt safer knowing he was here with me.

"Andrea, stop that s**t! I should never have said something ... f**k!" I closed my eyes, hating that I was feeling sorry for myself again, I was, and that was the truth, but it was hard being next to him sometimes, he was f*****g perfect, and I was just me. "Just, why are you even telling me that s**t? You know I love you, and you are pregnant. Why are you always f*****g putting yourself down!? I always wanted to f**k you, fat or not!" Jonah was annoyed when I didn't answer, and I guess he did. I watched him get up, annoyed, walk over to the bathroom that belonged to the bedroom, and close the door, leaving me feeling worse.

He was right, I was fucking overreacting, and I didn't even know why. He had never said a word about me gaining weight, I bet he was happy over it, seeing that he had tried to feed me all the damn time since we found out about the pregnancy

"Okay, so here is the f*****g truth, baby. You know I was using, right?" Jonah was coming outside the bathroom again, dressed this time in a t-shirt and boxer to me still naked when I frowned. Yeah, I knew about that part since he had gone f*****g crazy on me when we were dating!

"My back hurts like f**k sometimes, perks of being this f*****g tall and...yeah, and if I don't work out, it gets worse..." Jonah was fading out, and I did not want to talk about him being this stupid junkie that was mean to me. Why didn't he tell me that sooner!? "Baby, why the f**k haven't you told me that?!" I was distraught with Jonah just shrugging. No! You didn't shrug at that! He was hurting, and he didn't tell me. Didn't he get that I wanted to help him in any way I could?? "Never crossed my mind... been clean since Ma cut me off, and trust me... it's not f*****g easy when it gets worse..." He stopped looking guilty suddenly like he was afraid that when he finally told me I would never dump him!

"I did cross your mind. Look at you... I know you are f*****g scared to tell me s**t, but I don't care... I trust you, Jonah, even if I'm a needy b***h sometimes..." I sighed, leaning the slightest on my knees, knowing I needed to wash off too. However, I wasn't moving when he was still standing in the light from the bathroom, looking goddam stunning for the record!

He looked at me like he didn't believe that. To my snort, well, look who was having the f*****g trust issues now. He really thought that I would leave him the second he told me that he was having a hard time with his back pain, that was just f*****g normal, and he was tall a hell, so that made sense!

"Fine, so maybe it did... I just... yeah, you saw me, you know what the f**k I did and.... Nobody has seen that part of me these days. You get that, don't you, baby? You have seen me, the worst *****g part, and you are still here in our bed having my kid again; that is something that Shay never can get...She isn't like us..." He stopped making me feel a lump in my throat from hearing all that, just him opening the floodgates to what he was feeling, that was f*****g mature, and I didn't even know he could do that! "Bad?" I smirked when he finally caught my real smile, so he was a bad, big deal. I wasn't any better, it seemed, and my years of meeting him had made me realize so much more about myself than I ever did my years with Ryan and maybe even Buck, no matter if I loved him.

"Yeah... yeah... **k**g bad.... there isn't anything wrong with that. Right, Andrea?" He was coming closer, probably regretting getting dressed, when I dropped the covers from my t**s. No, there wasn't wrong with being bad; I had been sick of being good since the day I first saw him.

"Not a damn thing Jonah..." I smirked more, feeling his face getting closer to mine, nudging my lips when I was resting my arms around his neck, feeling that sweet mint that made my mouth want to open up for him.

"Oh God, I wished that thad the strength to f**k you again... look at you, baby, *****g beautiful and telling me you love me..." He kissed me to my shivers; hearing that, every hair in my body was up to the goosebumps spreading like wildfire. I loved him more than anything I ever thought possible before I met him, no matter the difference between US.

"I'm going get everything back, Andrea... I promise you one f*****g day everything will be ours, and I can finally treat you like I want to... my queen.." I stopped breathing, hearing him whispering things to me in the darkness like everything around me was a soft dull

mess.

He was my other half; there was no doubt about that part, stroking my hands over his face, still observing me with his beautiful blue greens that I already was lost inside of when he kissed me slowly, making me shiver even more. I f*****g loved him so much... "I love you..." my voice trembled, and I didn't even know why: He made me always feel like I was the best thing in the world, even if he hurt me just as much, we needed each other, and I would follow him anywhere.

He didn't answer me, just smiled and pulled me closer, having my head onto his chest, closing my eyes, and hearing the stunning beat of his heart that was all mine and nobody else's

"I love you... so much.." He was mumbling into my hair, making me smile when I dozed off. I know he did; it was hard sometimes, that's all... I was burrowing in closer, feeling his hand on my bump, stroking it slowly and making me even more tired when I could feel him smile against my head before falling asleep.