Page 245 of Overcast

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I mutter, inhaling her citrus shampoo and finding her hips.

“Where are we going?” she asks, a hitch to her voice already evident, which does nothing for my already ruthless urge to fuck her right here and now where Mills will more than slikely try to find a way to mess this moment up.

“Maine,” I offer. “I want to show you the ocean. Then we’ll do the basic ass Caribbean or something. I have a bunch of things for you to look at so you can decide.”

“I want you—” I brush the thin strap of her dress off her shoulder and feel a small shiver detonate from her frame.

“Go on,” I encourage, grazing my lips over the top of her head. “How much do you want me?”

“You know how much,” she replies, hiding right behind her old self. Don’t get me wrong, I love her any which way, but I always want Stormi comfortable with me.

“I’m not sure that I do,” I reply. “You wanted to know what I would do to you first, didn’t tell you fully everything that I had in mind.”

I thrust my cock to graze her torso again, hearing the glitch in her exhale. Moments like this—fuck me—I’m going to live for them. I’m going to be a better man because she’s my number one priority now, and all I want to do is make her happy.

“I love this dress,” I muse, letting the hand that is gripping her hip trail down to her leg. “But I want to shred it into pieces until your flawless body is exposed for me. I crave to sink my teeth here—” I grip the inside of her thigh. “—then I want to lick...right...here.” The tips of my fingers sweep between her lower lips. “I want to hear you moan my name. To feel you shatter when I make you come for the first time tonight.”

Stormi attempts to nonchalantly arch her back into my fingertips that still rest on her pussy, searching for more.

“That’s what I’ll do first,” I finish.

“When do we start?” she presses. I chuckle before bending over to scoop her up in my arms to which she lightly slaps my chest. “Marty, your leg.”

“Is fine,” I counter. “I’m carrying my wife on our wedding night.”

“Not up the stairs, you aren’t.”

I meet her blue eyes. “I was hoping you’d fuck me again at the bottom of them.”

“With everyone outside?”

“I locked the doors.”

“But your leg—”

“Baby, it’s fine. Just sore. So get me to forget about it.” She rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh, attempting to sound aggravated at my stubbornness.

“Can I suck your cock on the stairs and—” She doesn’t get to finish her words because her lips around my shaft isn’t something I’m ever going to argue about.

I take those fucking stairs that she hasn’t let me down without calling out for me to be careful and don’t feel a damn thing. Screw the floor, the couch, the kitchen, I want her in our bed. Where I’ll wake up next to her every morning and feel her soft body tangled with mine.

I toss her onto the soft mattress, following her with zero strategy. My hands rip through the buttons of my shirt, yanking my arms out and tossing the material to the floor. Stormi’s blues swallow me up, soaking in every inch of my chest as I work my cock free from my pants. She bites down on that lower lip that I love to suck in anticipation, and it only makes my dick throb.

I’m a lucky bastard.

I get this woman.

She’s mine.

And nothing is going to change that.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” I emit through a perked brow.

“Very much so.” She crosses her legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure that must be built in between them. “And that is all mine.”

The corners of my mouth heave as I position myself over her, ready to remind her that it’s true every single day.

“It is,” I agree. “And I live to serve you, baby.” Stormi extends her arm and cups the back of my head, pulling me closer.

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