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“It wouldn’t matter if they were here, and you were doing your thing. Let me grab what I got you. I’ll place it on the bed, then get back in with Sebastian. I don’t like the thought of a power drill in his bedroom with half-built furniture.” Winn’s face softens. Fuck me. “I’m getting another taste. It’ll have to hold me over till tonight, and still, not sure it’ll be enough, mi esposa.” My hands cup her cheeks. I’m thankful her coffee is back on the counter as my mouth meets hers, nipping at her lips, gaining entrance, and tangling my tongue with her. The soft little purrs, the way her hands go to my shoulders, digging in, it’s everything a man could ever dream of. She’s the sunshine on a cloudy day, and I’ll make sure she knows exactly what she means to me every day for the rest of our lives.

16

WINNIE

“Wow, this cool!” Sebastian exclaims from his spot next to Matthew. We’re currently on a private jet, each of us buckled in and, like everyone my nephew comes into contact with, he makes friends immediately. He’s never met a stranger and, believe me, we’ve had the talk, and I’m sure it will happen over and over again.

“Uncle Tys said when the seatbelt light goes off, you could help fly the plane,” Matthew says. I look from my nephew to Johnny, searching for some kind of reassurance that Sebastian won’t really be flying the plane. My nerves have been on edge since we got in the car to head to the small airport. I can’t imagine what this is costing Johnny, adding another worry to the knot forming in my stomach.

“Yessss.” The ‘s’ lingers at the end of Sebastian’s happiness. “Aunt Winnie, did you hear? I’m gonna fwy.” I didn’t answer him fast enough, and now he’s making it known.

“I did, but you have to listen to Uncle Tysen and Uncle Matthew, okay?” Johnny’s hand goes to my thigh, squeezing me gently to try and assuage my worry.

“I will, promise,” he replies. I continue taking in the interior of the cabin. It’s cream and maroon in color, with rich wood textures here and there. It comes equipped with a table and chair nook, a small kitchen area, two couches, a bathroom, and a bedroom. We’re currently sitting in our seats that are in the middle, making the plane feel divided from the others.

“When they go into the cockpit, I’m taking you to the bedroom.” Johnny’s mouth hovers near my ear, and I’m glad he’s keeping his eyes on Sebastian because holding mine open is proving unsuccessful, especially since his hand is sliding up my thigh, fingers sweeping along the fabric of my dress pants. It reminds me of how he woke me up from my slumber, a deep sleep after copious amounts of alcohol I consumed the night before. I’m not normally a morning person, but today was different with the way he greeted me, his deft fingers working between my legs, his mouth on my neck whispering kisses, and the pumping of his hips. The length of Johnny’s cock slid between the crevice of my ass, and when I moanedmi esposo, I knew what it would do to him. It’s nice to know exactly what ticks his boxes and makes him go wild for me.

It was hot.

It was fast.

It was him moaning in my earmi esposathat set me off and took him with me.

True to his word, Johnny put everything in motion. The flight, rallying his, excuse me, our friends, and the emergency custody hearing, it was all set up within twenty-four hours. Still, when we walked up to the plane, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The hugs and greetings I got from two of the guys from our group of misfits gave me all the reassurance I needed. The slew of texts I’ve been receiving helped, too. Lennie and Kenny stated that girls’ night is happening when everything is said and done to celebrate the commencement of the Gonzales family beingwhole again. Plus the added edition of Sebastian. Then there was the one that nearly sunk me to my knees, when the always funny, crazy hair-schemed adrenaline junky Jagger gave me his soft and sweet side. Jagger told me he’s glad I’m back, missed me like a fat kid loved cake, and said there better not be a next time when I have to run without at least giving him the chance to have a conversation with me.

When I showed Johnny, he lifted his chin, said what he usually does, “We got good friends,” before carrying on like it’s no big deal. Much like last night, when we had a family-style meal and gorged on so much food. The weight Johnny mentioned putting back on me will return in no time. We laughed so much my stomach hurt, and when it was time for bed, Sebastian didn’t even protest. Johnny took over after I bathed him, reading him a story per Seb’s request, and when he turned on the nightlight that illuminated a dinosaur on the wall, it solidified what I already knew even more: Johnny is that man, the one you marry to have a partner in life, the one you wake up thinking about and falling asleep dreaming about. My stomach swirls with heat and desire as I think about him as a father, and hopefulness blooms at him coming inside me unprotected. We’ve wasted enough time. I don’t want to delay creating a life of our own anymore, and neither does Johnny.

“Come on, the seatbelt light is off. It’s time to fly the bird.” I open my eyes at Matthew’s statement, check to see that the sign has been turned off, and we can all unbuckle now. Johnny’s hands go to my lap, quickly undoing mine before he works his own off.

“Be good, Seb, sí?” Johnny tells Sebastian.

“Sí, tio.” Sebastian is so proud of some of the words he’s been picking up. At this rate, he’ll be speaking in complete sentences soon. Maybe I should look into taking an online class, because I’ve never quite gotten the hang of it like one thinks I would.

Johnny stands up. I avert my eyes to the sight before me. He’s in a three-piece suit; the jacket is hanging in the closet. After getting off the plane, we’ll all head straight to the courthouse, where the judge will hear our case and decide from there. Matthew seems to believe that the formal adoption process will happen today as well. Which meant I had to dig through the clothes.

That isn’t what I’m thinking about right now. Nope, that would be the bulge in my husband’s pants. His package is long and thick; the tips of my fingers barely meet when I wrap my hand around his cock. It’s a miracle I’m able to take him as deeply as I can, though that probably has a lot to do with him guiding me slowly and steadily, telling me when to breathe deeply and when to let go through my nose.

“Cariño.” Johnny’s voice is deep and remorseful, and I’m as bummed as he is when he captures both of my wrists in one hand.

“Please, I want you in my mouth.” Instead of allowing me the pleasure of taking him, he guides me up from my seat to stand on the heels I have on, a purchase from Johnny, though I don’t think the outfit I’m wearing is from his shopping yesterday since the well-known brand-name dress and shoes weren’t with the others. The black skirt is well-fitted without giving too much away, hits above the knees, and has a boat neckline. The shoes had my eyes gawking. I’d had decent pairs before with working at the museum, but these were a work of art: red pumps, skinny heels, and they do killer things to my ass.

“Not enough time,” he grunts, mouth attaching to mine. He’s careful not to mess up my hair as he walks me backwards. I’m lost in the heated moment, his tongue sliding along mine, my hands digging into his abs, fingers clenching at his shirt. And while I should be careful not to wrinkle the fabric, when we’re like this, everything melts away. Johnny’s hand goes to the skirtof my dress, lifting the stretchy fabric over my ass, and picks me up. We’re still walking, and it’s only when my back meets metal that I open my eyes. The bedroom is dark except for the small sliver of light from the windows illuminating Johnny’s face.

“Johnny,” I sigh. His fingers slide beneath the lace of my panties, moving dangerously close toward my wetness.

“I’d take you with my mouth, but we know how wet that gets you and how loud you’ll be. I figure this way, I can shut you up with my mouth as I fuck you with my fingers.” He reattaches his mouth to mine, this time in a punishing state. It’s no longer soft and sweet; it’s hard and fast. Johnny is out of control, a thirst of need consuming us, and when I feel two fingers at my entrance, it’s only for a fleeting moment.

“God.” I pull back for a moment when he slams inside of me, the walls of my pussy fluttering against his fingers.

“Shush, mi esposa,” he says, his voice deep. His forehead presses against mine; I can hear and feel the wetness coating us with each thrust, the palm of his hand grinding down on my clit. Johnny’s other hand presses deeper, and the tip of his finger presses against my ass. My senses go on overload. I’m a frenzied and heated mess. Two can play this game. He’s busy taking care of me and is left with a hard cock. Not today. I grasp his belt, pulling it through the loop before attacking the button and zipper. The grinding of Johnny’s hips against the palm of my hand as I finally grasp his thick cock almost pushes me over the edge.

“So hot, so close.” He may have said we’d have no time, but we can work together, so both of us can come.

“Mierda.” My thumb skims over the head of his cock, meeting his pre-cum and using it to help guide my way. In a perfect world, he’d be wet from my mouth or pussy, and I’d jack him off until he comes all over my chest.

“Inside me, please. Please, Johnny, get inside me.” My head tips skyward when trying to keep up at the same pace as my husband becomes impossible.

“You want my cock, you better be quiet, and you better get there fast.” Johnny’s fingers leave my center. The wetness he leaves in his path is hot when I look down to watch as he manages to hold me up with one hand and knock my hand away with the other, fists himself, then surges inside me.

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