Page 42 of Shameless
We headed downstairs and out the back door and walked down a flight of steps that led to a fountain with a walkway on either side. The sun was setting.
“Let’s not dwell on semantics,” I said. “I don’t want anything spoiling the day.”
She put a finger in the mirror pool past the fountain and stared at herself for a moment. “My friends called while I was changing.”
“And?”
As we continued walking to the more natural part of the backyard, she said, “They are happy at the hotel and excited to come over here tomorrow.”
I nodded. My friends were there, too, and I needed to ensure they would be comfortable.
“I wanted a day of just us, after the queen,” I said.
She sashayed next to me as she pressed a hand to her heart and mimicked my accent. “I mean, we can’t deny royalty as nobles, now can we?”
“No, we can’t,” I said, but beside Britney, my heart was lighter.
As we the side of a hill, she wrapped her arms around me and said, “This is a lovely spot for a picnic. It reminds me a big of how Emma and her friends all had one.”
I waited for her to take a seat at the picnic blanket that had a basket waiting for us then curled out beside her. “We’re not where Jane Austen wrote her books, but I wanted to come and share a sandwich.”
The second she started eating, her eyes closed, and she looked like she was in heaven. When she finished a half sandwich, she said, “Well, your home is gorgeous. I have no idea how you stayed away as long as you did.”
As I snacked, I wished I could be more forthright. “Maybe I just needed to stay in New York long enough to find you.”
Her face was bright red, and she swiped at her face. “That’s romantic as fuck, you know.”
I took a deep breath, thinking my plan was working perfectly. “Only if you accept it as so, darling.”
She closed her eyes, and I seized my opportunity. She tasted better than the strawberries and lemonade laid out for our dessert.
I traced her face as we continued to kiss. I never wanted the moment to end. She was my world. We rolled backward, and my heart beat faster.
I brushed against her shoulder and, for a moment, cupped her delicious breasts again.
Then I jumped up, despite how hard and ready my cock was. I ran a hand through my hair and said, “Well, I think we should walk.”
Her face grew red, but she glanced away, stood, and grabbed a sandwich. Pawing at her wasn’t going to win her full heart.
As I paced backward, she said, “Very well.”
We made it back to the path, and the sun was truly going down.
For a few minutes, I refused to break the silence as I wasn’t sure what to do next. Then, when we were bathed in the last-minute rays of the evening sun turning the sky a dark blue with green and red hues, I said, “If we stayed, I’d have wanted to strip you naked and have my wicked way with you.”
She put a hand on one hip and said, “Well, that does sound more fun than walking on the path.” She was insatiable, the only woman who, when she orgasmed, made my own body grow more intense. She then cupped my elbow and said, “I think we’ve done a good job learning more about each other.”
She was softer, and I wasn’t sure why—probably because we’d started talking.
“Agreed,” I said. “You’re a better wife than I imagined.”
She laughed and traced my chin. “Awww. Well, if I ever imagined a husband before, you exceed expectations.”
As we headed back toward the house, I gazed upward, sensing that everything felt right. “Would you want your sister or father to come up for the birth of our child?”
She nodded. “Yeah. My sister. I think I blamed her when the problem was more my mom. A lot of my unhappiness was from me not wanting to ever be stuck at home when I had a world to conquer. My mom’s so critical and told me I was weak many times.”
“You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met,” I said as we headed back up the stairs.
