Page 120 of Irons

As he slammed into me, he repeated himself over and over again. He loved me. He missed me. I brought him back to life. I owned him, every part of him belonged to me. I was screaming out another orgasm before he collapsed on top of me.

An hour later we were seated downstairs for dinner. I could still feel him, the soreness from earlier was exactly what I wanted. He ravaged me, tore into me, and thinking back about it just made me want more. I wasn’t a little kitten, he didn’t need to gently touch me, at least not all the time. I needed his gentletouch, but I also desired Travis as the man he was, and that was strong and resilient.

Every dream I had of him as a child was back up at the surface. As he ate his salad, in the small and intimate dining room, I allowed myself a dream. One that once again included the mansion we were sitting in, and it also woke up another part of me. The part that came from instinct, the part that desired to be a mother someday. The fear was still there, and I wasn’t ready yet, but someday I could see a little Travis, or maybe a little girl with his eyes to share my softer side with someday.

Later that evening I let him make slow love to me. He lit the fireplace and ordered champagne. It started out easy and gentle, by first giving me a glorious orgasm with his mouth, then another one as I rode on top him with the flicker of the light from the fireplace dancing in his eyes then he gave me another one that was made intense as his love making turned to hard fucking that made his toes curl and his body tremble.

I was sneaky, because I set the alarm extra early so I could get more attention from him in the shower before we had to get Magnus from the airport.

Welcome

Travis

For all that was holy, all I had to do was catch her scent and I was painfully as hard as stone. After last night every single thought of her made my dick replace my brain. Jesus, it was so damn hot, and the memories swirled around my mind constantly.

I should have been celebrating the fact that my failure as a man seemed to be a thing of my past, but shit, I was standing at the airport waiting for one of my closest buddies. I didn’t think he would appreciate that kind of welcoming to Oklahoma. I was going to start wearing briefs again, the damn boxer briefs let things hang a little low and made it hard to hide since it hung down my fucking leg. Damn that was some hot sex…dammit stop thinking about it! Shit!

Wrenly must have noticed because she stepped in front of me and let me wrap my arms around her as we waited for Magnus. “Last night has made things a little complicated for me today.” I whispered in her ear then kissed her cheek.

“Me too.” She whispered.

I took in a sharp breath. “Are you wet for me right now?” I whispered into her ear.

“Always.”

“Dammit Wrenly.” I had to try and readjust. “I might need to find a bathroom and rearrange things in my pants.”

She giggled. “I’d like to take that trip with you and just relieve you of your little problem.”

“There is nothing little about my problem, young lady.”

“I know, I can still feel you. It’s the best kind of ache.” She whispered.

I bit down on her ear then let go. “You’re not helping.”

“Neither are you.” She whispered. “I can feel it touching me and it’s really hard.”

“How am I supposed to make it through the entire day without touching you?” I growled. She was driving me insane. I had to shut my eyes because the image of sweat beads and goose bumps on her tits and all that hot sweaty lovemaking that went on for hours was insane. I never came so hard then woke up in the middle of the night for more. Thankfully, she set the alarm a little early so we could have fun in the shower.

The entire night was perfect. She kept my mind off all the shit I was dealing with in the best ways possible. My plan to remind her of her childhood dreams, the ones she used to scare me with as kids, worked perfectly. I was no longer afraid of her dreams. I could give her all of them now and I couldn’t describe how good it felt to make her so happy. I just had to figure all the bullshit out with Clint and Brock first. There was no doubt I would someday legally belong to Wrenly Carlson. She already owned me, we just needed a little time to make it legal.

We finally saw Magnus, and Wrenly giggled. “Every woman’s eyes in this airport are on the two of you. Is that a fan club walking behind him, huddled up and giggling?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure he was his charming self on the plane.”

Magnus was a one of a kind. Charming as hell when he was in the mood, but mostly quiet. He knew when to speak and when to listen. He loved women, but he also didn’t trust them as easily as other men. He was all smiles as he approached and hugged my girl, then tried to give me a bro hug but I had to fight him off.

He put his hands out. “What the hell, dude? I came all this way, and I don’t even get a slap on the back?”

I leaned in and whispered. “Things were a little hot last night, so you’ll have to settle with a thanks unless you want a really awkward bro hug.”

He stepped back and stuck out his hand. “I’m good, a thanks will do just fine.”

I shook his hand then took his bag from him.

He shook his head and chuckled. I swear, you and Creed, both pussy whipped. Oh yeah, Drakos too, but after seeing him in the Munchkin getup it’s just weird.”

I chuckled as we walked outside, and I had his bag in one hand and my other around Wrenly. “Another wedding, huh?”

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