Page 24 of Possessing Her

“Oh fuck.” I bite my lower lip, realizing how loud that was. Johnny shakes his head, a tilt of his lips the only nuance giving away that he’s proud of himself for making me lose my senses.

“Get there. Squeeze your cunt around my cock, take me with you, cariño.” His demands set me off. That and the fact that he’s rubbing my wetness along my back entrance, pressing in with each push and pull of his hips. Timing it so perfectly that when the tip slides in, I bear down, taking more and bursting apart at the seams. My body shudders, my mind goes blank, and the deep moan of Johnny’s voice is the only thing I can hear. I stay still, keeping my hands on his shoulders, not having any idea how they got there, only that we’re going to have to hope our clothes aren’t too wrinkly and we’re not too sweaty to clean up before the plane lands.

“I love you, Johnny, now and always,” I breathe.

“Te amare por siempre, mi esposa.”I’ll love you forever, my wife. He rocks his hips a few more times before a quiver takes hold, and I know if we had more time, he’d take me again. One thing about Johnny, he doesn’t need breaks to build up his stamina; he’s always ready to go where I’m concerned.

“Even when I make you lose control?” I ask with a teasing tone.

“Especially when you make me lose control. I’m not sure how we’re going to clean up. The bathroom is fucking miniscule, and if I pull out, there’ll be more of a mess than if I stay inside you.”

“Then I guess you need to carry me into the bathroom and clean me up,” I reply, more than happy to let him take care of me.

“Wish we had more time. Later.” He drops a kiss to my lips then proceeds to carry my while still hard as a rock inside of me and walks us to the bathroom. Each step only has me yearning for more, and he’s not the only one who’s more than ready to go again.Tonight, I think to myself. Tonight, it’s going to be me who takes care of him, thanking him in a way that lets him know he possesses me like no other man ever could.

17

JOHNNY

“You ready for this?” I ask Winnie. I’ve got Sebastian in my arms, his head is tucked into my shoulder, and I’ve got my arm under his bottom to keep him steady. After getting up early, the excitement of being on a plane and somewhat flying it, meaning he got to sit in Tysen’s lap, press buttons, and steer when allowed, got to him. It wasn’t until after we landed and Tys shut down the plan that he could move in and around the cabin and cockpit. He attempted to go wild, except Winnie was so nervous he’d mess something up, she’d interject every time he touched a button. In the end, we had to call it quits, promising he’d be able to come back and enjoy later.

There are plans in the making, ones that include Tysen figuring out if he’s financing the cost of a jet on his own, which is some serious bank. Then there’s all of us going into it as a whole, each of us owning a part of a business we more than know will be successful. The last idea he mentioned was partnering with someone else. Whatever he decides, whether we like it or not, we’ll have his back. But fuck me, I hope he decides to partner with the lot of us.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She looks up at me, wringing the strap of her purse in her hands. The orgasm we gave one another has long since worn off. Winnie’s nerves are back. Damn shame there isn’t a way for me to calm her. I know us; if we so much as touch one another, we’ll be lost in a haze. Something tells me the judge might not be thrilled for us to miss our court appearance because my mouth is on my wife’s. “He’s falling asleep.” She nods to Sebastian in my arms.

“I not.” Sebastian lifts his head up for a moment before placing it back on my chest. He’ll be conked out by the time we go through the next part of our journey. Matthew talked to the social worker who’s been on Winnie and Sebastian’s case, coming in the formal documents we’d be filing today. Proof of whatever they needed: my financials, our marriage license, and a plan we’d be using to transition Sebastian into a normal childhood. There’s even a letter stating where he’d be attending daycare once we’re settled. Winnie has made it known she’d like to work, at least part time, and keeping Seb in daycare when they lived here in Georgia did a world of good for him.

“He so is, and you look hot holding Sebastian in your arms,” she mouths in order for him not to hear her. I smirk, watching as she fans herself. At least I’ve managed to get her mind off what’s about to happen.

I lick my lips for good measure, and she barely has time to compose herself before Matthew walks out of the office.

“The judge will see us now.” He holds his thumbs up, giving us the all-clear that everything went as planned. I didn’t have a worry. Winnie, on the other hand, paced the floors, wrung her fingers until they were red, and her chest has been a blotchy mess from her nerves.

“Really?” she asks Matthew. My hand reaches for hers, and I lace our fingers together as we move toward him.

“Honey, there’s a reason why I’m paid the big bucks. This isn’t my usual area of practice, but it’s nice to be able to dabble in it a little. In all honesty, the only issue you ran into beforehand is from being estranged from Johnny. Now that you’re together, we’ve got proof of your residence in Florida, and everything else they’ve asked for, it’s good to go. They will ask to conduct check-ins, which we’ve already discussed and agreed to. The parenting classes will need to be completed, too. We came to an agreement that you’ll do those once a week, and I’ll send in the proof of completion.” We’re doing things a bit backwards; the circumstances tend to make it that way. I’ve also learned no case is the same. There’s a uniqueness to every single one of them, and Winnie and Sebastian are no exception. What helped is having Matthew in our corner, even though he’s refusing to take a lick of my money until this is said and done. Still, I doubt the bill will be what he’d charge a normal paying customer.

“Oh my god, I don’t know if I should hug you or throw up,” Winnie says. I pull her into my side, wrap my arm around her lower back, squeeze her hip, and hold her steady.

“Well, hug me after you and Johnny sign on the dotted line, and maybe save the getting sick for another time when you’re not in a courthouse.” Matthew tosses a wink at her, then opens the door for us to proceed him.

While we’re here doing this, Tysen is at Winnie’s apartment with the co-pilot he chose to fly with today. Liam is a friend he’s known for a while from the airline, and Tys is trying to pull him in the same direction he is going in. The downfall is that Liam has a wife and kid at home, needs the benefits the bigger corporation includes, and yet I heard the two of them talking. Liam is leaning more and more toward coming on board with Tysen, which means our friend has to have his shit locked the fuck down. I’ve got more than an inkling while they’re boxing up the contents of Winn’s apartment, he’ll further convince Liam tocut ties with the airline. Of course, he’ll still have to talk to his wife. A career change while there’s a little one at home means a lot of communication between partners. One that I missed the mark on years ago, but I’m righting a lot of wrongs and working on the pieces I’ve missed. Winnie is also allowing me to take more off her plate, whereas before, she’d try to do it all. My wife thought she had to be superwoman, working full time, keeping up with the house, maintaining her sister’s drug addiction, and somehow finding a way to be a wife. She did, although at the expense of giving up too many pieces of herself.

“Mi esposa, we probably shouldn’t keep the judge waiting,” I nudge when she balks at the entrance.

“You’re right. Crap. Why does it feel like everything is falling into place without so much of a hitch? I mean, this could have all been handled differently if I’d just picked up Sebastian and run home,” she says quietly as we make our way closer to where the caseworker, state attorney, and judge are.

“I think they call that kidnapping, Winn.” I squeeze her side, my fingers sliding backwards for a moment to meet her fleshy ass.

“While my attorney abilities are good, I’m not sure they’rethatgood,” Matthew says with a low chuckle.

“It’d have been worth it.” Winnie shrugs her shoulders, and the heaviness disappears as we put one foot in front of the other. We make the short trip to the area where Matthew directs us to stand. At this point, Sebastian is well and truly out like a light. His thumb is in his mouth, and there’s drool sliding down his cheek. Winnie must not have noticed when we were in the hallway, or she’d have had a fit, run to the bathroom to grab a paper towel to clean me up. It wouldn’t be because of seeing the judge, either; she’d be more worried about getting the mess out of the jacket.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gonzales, thank you for your patience,” Judge Amy Smit says.

“Thank you, Judge Smit,” Winnie says, hand squeezing the leg of my pants.

“Thank you. We appreciate you taking the time to see us on such short notice,” I insert. Matthew, I’m sure, worked a lot of magic and overtime to make this happen as fast as it did. It didn’t help that time wasn’t on our side given the news the caseworker gave Winnie before she returned to Florida.

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