Page 25 of Possessing Her

“We like to see families stay together,” she goes on to talking about our situation. We listen aptly, taking in each word she says, going over what Matthew stated earlier. We each agree to do our part in loving Sebastian. She acknowledges and makes a couple of jokes about Seb obviously being comfortable in my presence. He doesn’t so much as move or make a peep, and I’m noticing while he looks exactly like Winnie, I’m talking the spitting image, but as a little boy, he’s also a lot like her while sleeping. They sleep hard, and they wake up resisting it the entire time.

“Based on the information presented, the adoption is hereby granted.” She taps the gavel against the lectern. “Congratulations. After you sign the adoption decree, you’ll be all set.” Judge Smit might still be saying something, she might not. Winnie moves to stand in front of me, tears streaming down her cheeks, a big smile on her face, and I do the only thing I can. I bend down, and my lips meet hers, my hand sliding up her spine until I’m holding her at the base of her neck, and we do a celebration of our own. It’s too bad Sebastian is sleeping. He’d get a kick out of this. He’d also probably sayewww, but then he’d also hug us as if his life depended on it before aptly asking to go to the park. This life of ours, it’ll never be dull with Sebastian, and thank fuck for that.

18

WINNIE

Icame in earlier today to decorate the VIP section. I roped Johnny’s assistant, Trevor, as well as Johnny into the mix. Both men groaned and grumbled, but they helped anyways. There are white tablecloths on every table, floral centerpieces, a framed photo of Asher and Lennon on an easel at the entrance, twinkling lights hanging behind the sheer gauze material even Johnny thought was the shit. Since this is technically now closed off for me, he suggested we leave it up and incorporate different colors for all of the birthdays he’s sure we’ll be celebrating at some point. Plus, the anchor rods were sort of a bitch to drill, and I don’t think he wants to deal with patching holes and repainting the entire room.

On one side, there’s an area set up for appetizers along with a bar, waitresses and bartenders at the ready to help the guests. There’s a reason I’m the last to arrive in what we’ve aptly called the girl side of our group, the girl gang. After working on this area, Johnny whisked me home, where his mom watched Sebastian. I knew he’d be spending the night with her and my father-in-law, but I still wanted to see my nephew before he left. We visited for a few minutes longer than we probably shouldhave, then I scrambled into the shower, pushing Johnny out of the master bathroom and into the spare. I needed to get ready, not get fucked.

I came out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel to Johnny, who happened to be completely dressed in a deep purple long-sleeved button-up, black fitted skirt that look tailor made, his ass looking fantastic in them, and of course black leather shoes. It was his hands in his pockets as he was standing with his hair combed back, curling at the ends, and the tilting of his lips that made me abruptly stop. My knees went weak, my pussy wept with desire, and I almost saidscrew itto attending at all.

Johnny came at me, prowling like a tiger going after its prey. He dropped a kiss to the tip of my nose, told me to get dressed in what he laid out for me, and only what he laid out for me. He also dropped another bombshell, and that was to be prepared for a late night. I moved toward the bed, picked up the gold metallic form-fitting spaghetti-strap contraption with a deep V. Luckily, the dress came with a built-in bra, so I was good on that front, but there wasn’t a hint of underwear to be seen.

I knew what that meant. We’d talked a lot in the late hours of the night, my head in the crook of his shoulder after he’d taken me hard and rough or slow and sweet. And depending on our mood, but sometimes after we’d talk about the details of Night Moves and us going there, I’d be the one initiating another round. Tonight will be our first foray down to the sex club area. We both have rules: no touching others and no letting others touch us. I’m more of a voyeur, and he’s known that about me for years. The thought of watching others, the sexuality and the noise from others in the throes of ecstasy, well, it heightens my desire for my husband, makes me downright feral for him. I’ve since learned watching me watch them turns Johnny on.

“Oh my gosh, Winnie. I can’t believe how beautiful this is. It’s incredible. Thank you so much,” Lennie greets me, her sister, Minnie, in tow. Kenny comes to surround us, and we all give each other hugs.

“Oh my gosh, this was meant to be. Lennie, Minnie, Winnie, and Kenny!” Lennie’s sister is a hoot. All week, they’ve been in town, and everyone has been soaking up having their family around. Lennon has an adopted family of sorts. Her and Minnie’s parents were shit. Feel that to my bones. And Clay, Minnie’s husband, has known them forever. The Johnsons, who consist of Russell and Catherine, the king and queen bee, followed by six brothers, yes, six, took the pair under their wings and are here as often as possible. The boys, as Momma Catherine calls them, all have wives, some have kids, some are trying. Needless to say, between her side and Asher’s, along with our massive friend group, tomorrow’s wedding is going to be ginormous.

“We rhyme,” I reply, a drink in one hand, my purse in the other. Every day, it seems a few more things appear in my closet—a new pair of heels, a new purse, or a new dress. This is all Johnny’s doing. When he started bringing up needing to make up for lost time, along with jewelry, I drew the line. I don’t need any material items. I only need him.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married tomorrow and I’m pregnant.” Lennie places a hand over her protruding stomach. Her wedding is tomorrow. Yep, we’ve had a week packed full of every activity under the sun. Between our family settling into this new home life and all of the family in from out of town, it’s a wonder we’re not all sleep deprived.

Tonight, Sebastian is staying with whom he refers to asmi abuelaand mi abuelo, and he’s also insisting on going home with them tomorrow after the wedding. Johnny and I discussed it and agreed it’d be better for him to be home, have a slow kindof Sunday, lazing in our pajamas while Johnny makes our choice of breakfast. This way, when Monday comes around, Seb will be ready to rock and roll in daycare. It’s also the first day back to work for Johnny, and come Monday, we’ll all be going our separate ways every morning. I’ll go to my new-old job, where Allison greeted me with open arms earlier this week, telling me the other girl just quit, and I could start that very same day. I filled her in on the situation with Johnny and Sebastian. She understood that we’d been trying to integrate Seb into a routine, though we didn’t have to do much. He’s taken all of the changes in stride. Johnny said he would; it was me worrying that he’d have challenges along the way.

“My brother is getting married tomorrow!” Kenny cheers.

“My sister is getting married tomorrow!” Minnie joins in. I let out a belly laugh, take a sip of my drink I brought over from Johnny’s office. The guys are currently having some kind of guy talk and will join us when they’re done. Their weekly occurrence that happened before I left continued during my time away, and they still do it till this day. Johnny mentioned the chat tonight would be about Tysen and getting his own plane, whatever it will entail.

“I am. This is the greatest feeling in the world,” Lennie says. We walk further into the room. Birdie, Tully, Juniper, Mae, Sienna, and Sutton are seated around the round booth. We all scoot into place and say our hellos, how are you doing, are you moving to Florida, and of course the opposing question, when are you coming to Wyoming?

“I’m happy for you,” I state, placing my drink on the table in front of us, then pulling the hem of my dress down. I’m slowly adding more weight back onto my otherwise slim frame. My husband is not a fan of seeing my past and what it represents: not eating, bones showing where they usually don’t, and stressover every single thing. That last part I’m still working on. I’m what I’d like to call a work in progress.

“I’m happy for you, too,” Lennie replies.

“Okay, well, I’m happy for all of us because hello, we’re hot, our men are hotter, and the orgasms are out-of-this-world amazing,” Kenny supplies, drink in hand, at the ready to clink all of our glasses. Neither of us is pregnant, and while Johnny and I aren’t preventing it, it’s also too early to tell. For Kenny and Trent, on the other hand, it could be a toss-up. She has a little girl, Briar, from a previous relationship. From what I remember, Kennedy was put through the wringer, the guys rallied, and while I tried to help where I could, I’d been dealing with my sister’s drama.

“That I can agree with,” Lennie says.

A slew of agreements are made one right after the other. The Johnson brothers, along with their dad and Momma Catherine, are currently deep in the throes of setting everything up for tomorrow. The rest of the guys are going to swing by and do whatever else needs to be done after we’re done for the night. Lennie and Asher tried to persuade some of the family to stay with them while the others took over her house that’s next door to Asher’s, well, technically, theirs. They wouldn’t agree to staying in the house, bidding they needed their own place. Catherine and Russell stayed next door, and I have a theory that no one wanted to share a wall with the other so they could have some alone time. I mean, talking about being satisfied by our significant others is one thing, hearing it is another.

“There’s my future husband,” Lennie says, edging me out of my seat to go to Asher. I move as fast as possible in my high-as-hell heels and attempt not to flash anyone. My eyes lift, landing on Johnny’s. The grin I’m greeted with tells me all I need to know. He planned this all along, making sure I’m kept on my toes.

I put one foot in front of the other, tuning everyone out, and play into my husband’s game. Johnny has one hand in his pocket, the other is fisted at his mouth, and I can tell he likes what he sees. In the bedroom, he loves to control me, dominating me with his body and verbalizing his demands. It appears tonight, it’ll be happening in other areas as well.

“Mr. Gonzales,” I greet him. The palm of my hand goes to his chest, sliding up until I’m cupping his neck.

“Mrs. Gonzales,” he counters, pulling his hand out of his pocket and capturing mine that’s at his neck with his. Johnny bends to me. “You ready to get out of here?” My core clenches, my eyes close, and my nipples tighten to an almost painful point. “Hijo de puta, you’re ready to fucking go. We’re out of here.” He pulls my hand down until our fingers are locked together and leads me through the throngs of people.

“Shouldn’t we say goodbye?” I ask a few steps into our movements.

“No.” His tone is deep and gruff, only turning me on further. There goes me teasing him since the moment I walked out of the shower, dressed in his clothes, rode with him in his car with his fingers edging me dangerously close to the edge, let him guide me into his office with a proprietary hand on my lower back before he left me with a kiss before I went to my girls.

“Johnny.”

“Hold that thought, cariño.” The flame he ignites sets my soul on fire that only he can put out.

---