Page 65 of The Bourbon Bargain

“And why would you do that?” I ask, stunned at her unexpected answer.

“After going to the American Drift League events over the summer and seeing how much you enjoyed sponsoring the Beast Cave shop and Carter Ramsey this year, I asked him to build you something special.”

I go still and look in wonder at the beautiful, thoughtful, amazing woman writhing impatiently under me. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I told you, now please, make me come,” she moans, rocking against me again.

“As you wish.” I circle her clit and drag my length through her tight pussy again and again.

To keep from coming right along with Paige, I allow my mind to wander to the American Drift League season we experienced this year. I was surprised she had enjoyed going to drift events with me. I don’t have to attend events, but as the main sponsor for Carter Ramsey’s Beast Cave drift team, I wanted to see how he did in the ADL. Paige came along and ended up loving the sport as much as I do, rooting from the stands and deciding she’s a Shelby Jensen fan as much as a Carter Ramsey fan that is required by default. I can’t fault her on that front, Shelby is a force to be reckoned with and Paige liked seeing a woman challenge such a male-dominated sport.

Drift racing isn’t refined like Formula 1, or predictable like NASCAR. Drifting is gritty, full of tenacious drivers like Carter who are desperate to prove themselves, pushing their vehicles, their teams, and themselves to the limit every single time they’re on the grid. Sponsoring Carter allowed him to move up during his second season in the ADL. He came in second in the championships, behind Griffin McGregor of the Smoke and Mirrors team.

Paige makes a soft sound and her body tenses below me, bringing me back to this moment and making me curse that my mind had drifted away like the tire smoke on the grid after a race. I’m back here, with her, watching as her hips rock and her head tilts back in abandon. I change direction on her clit and feel her inner walls trembling against me. When she comes, it’s an explosive squeeze that forces the breath from me. I work through her tight, vise-grip pussy and try to last, but the feel of her sucking me in over and over is too good. I power through one last thrust and pull her hips tight against me as I come with a fierce groan.

Paige’s arms shake and she collapses face down into the duvet with a moan of contentment. I pull out of her wet heat and turn her to the side before heading to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to clean her up. When I return, she is still boneless and smiling.

“Worth it to give up your secrets, angel?” I run the towel over her, catching my cum that coats her thighs. If I were a less civilized man, I would leave it there. I like seeing a bit of me left on her skin, marking her as mine.

She sighs and gives me a look. “I know that I can’t even hint at a surprise in the future. I just have to ambush you completely when it’s ready if I want to actually give you something nice.” She makes a prim face at me that has me wondering at her machinations. “It shouldn’t astonish me that you would be true to your word to fuck the information out of me, but I had hoped that I could do something nice and get one over on you this time.”

I smile at her casual use of the word fuck outside of sex. She may only be repeating my words to me, but I like hearing her sweet mouth saying naughty things.

“You are doing something incredibly thoughtful, and it is a complete surprise.” I place a kiss on her hip and toss the towel on the floor before I crawl into bed and pull her into my arms. “I never expected this, or even imagined this was what you had in mind.” I run my hand over her side and gravitate to the tiny belly that my palm still covers.

“I want you to have more hobbies, so you’ll be less of a workaholic. Maybe having a drift car will make you take a break on the weekends to put in some seat time on the track. You’re so driven in every aspect of your life; I can’t imagine learning to drift will be any different and you’ll be hooked until you’re a pro.”

“How dare you,” I say in mock outrage. “I have exactly three hobbies and am a very well-rounded person, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh yeah? What are your hobbies, because all I can think of is work,” she sasses back, poking my chest with a finger.

“Of course work is one hobby. The other two are you and forcing you to watch movies that came out way before you were born to ensure you have a proper cinematic education.”

Paige laughs and drops her head to my chest before she can compose herself again. “You just said I was two of your three hobbies because forcing me to watch movies is still a hobby in which I am the main focus. You can’t even come up with three hobbies, proving my point that you work too much and need some more fun in your life.”

I frown at her just because it feels like the right thing to do when she makes a valid point that I have no intention of confirming. “How about I cook dinner for my beautiful wife and show you another hobby of mine that is of the culinary variety.”

“Mmm, yes, please.” She rolls away and walks into the closet, coming out in my Vanderbilt sweatshirt and joggers, her feet in thick socks that may also be mine, as they look way too big for her.

I smile in appreciation of her level of cozy and get myself dressed so I can feed her and ensure she puts her feet up tonight. She hasn’t complained about swollen ankles yet, but I’m told it’s likely to become an issue and I want to take the proper precautions.

She hurriedly starts down the stairs, but the slick wood is no match for her thick socks and her foot goes out from under her. Her startled cry pierces my heart and gets my adrenaline surging, and I manage to grab her around the waist before she tumbles down twenty-plus stairs to the first floor.

“Fuck, Paige, don’t scare me like that!” My words come out with the rasp of sandpaper against metal, harsh and rough enough to cut. My heart is hammering in my chest giving downtown construction jackhammers a run for their money, so I yank her back and wrap her against me.

Her arms are trembling as she holds me just as tightly.

“I didn’t expect that,” she breathes, her words spoken into my chest where her face is pressed.

“No more big socks without something that grips between you and the stairs from now on, hear me?” I demand into her hair.

The idea of her slipping and falling to her ass on one stair is bad, but to have her roll down the entire staircase while pregnant? I shudder at the thought. There are too many dangers in this world that could harm my wife and our unborn child, and now I have to add the fucking stairs in this gorgeous mansion to the list.

I’m selling it. Single-level homes or nothing from here on out as far as I’m concerned. I’ll call the realtor in the morning and buy the biggest sprawling one-story in Buckhead by the end of the week. Fucking stairs.

“You are planning the demise of every sock and stair combination in the world right now, aren’t you? Ready to exact revenge on the laws of Physics and the coefficient of friction between smooth surfaces. I bet you’re planning on selling the house off and putting me in a place where no stairs exist.”

I look down into Paige’s face, seeing the obvious humor that is quickly replacing the fear that only moments ago had us on our knees as the weight of the possibility of what could have happened played out in our minds.

---