Page 43 of Straight, No Chaser
She shakes her head, lips pursing. But she doesn’t cry. Or slap me for my arrogance. Instead, she reaches for me. Wrapping her fingers around the olive skin where my wedding band will go.
“We’re getting married?" A giggle tangled with a sob shakes her shoulders. "We're getting married, and I'm going to be your wife.”
Fuck me if those words don’t roll of her tongue smoother than the richest wine. Luscious and decadent, unable to ever completely disappear. Never have I wanted to fuck her more. Instead I settle for her body coiling around mine. Her heart pounding against my own racing chest. "Yeah, angel. My wife."
"I love you so much."
God, it must be fucking love for me to resist the ecstasy rolling through me from her arms coiled around my neck. Her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock centimeters from her poor battered pussy. That deserves to heal before I take her again. Cold shower for me. But so fucking worth it. All I can do is mumble with her lips pushing against mine. "I love you too."
* * *
Iam so fucking whipped. I don't know at what point exactly that I lost my god damn balls, and I'm not sure if I'll ever get them back. But right now I don't give a fuck. I just need to find her.
A pulsing beat greets me when I step inside the house, growing louder as I stride down the hallway. Fuck, it's even better than I imagined when I reach the kitchen. She's fucking sexy as hell swaying her hips to the rhythm next to Eli who's trying his damnedest to keep up with her sensual moves. Fuck, baby girl can dance. Which I need to make sure she does for me tonight.
Her carefree laugh fills the air as the song fades away, and she scoops him up, spinning around with him. His feet floating out from her waist as they swirl. Both of them ecstatic. Pure bliss illuminating their radiant faces, and warming my pounding heart when the realization hits me.
This is my life now.
They will always be here when I come home. After a shitty day or a hellish night, this family will be waiting for me.Myfamily.
It's what I've always wanted. But to actually fucking see it. To have the results of my scheming become reality, is worth all the hell we went through. That I put her through.
They're so fucking beautiful together. More than I could have ever imagined.
Eli sways a bit after she sets him on his feet. Dizzy eyes meet mine, and he beckons to me, small hands grubby with remnants from the baking supplies spread across the table. "Dance with us!"
Loving her blush when I wink at her. "Okay.”
He claps like a maniac when I curl my fingers over hers, lift her arm, and twirl her like a ballerina. Her huge tits smash into my chest when I plaster her body against mine and waltz a few steps before I dip her low enough her hair brushes the hardwood. Kissing her gorgeous smiling mouth, I earn another fervent round of applause from him when I rise with a flourish and tuck her into my side for a deep bow.
"Again! Again!"
I love him more than I can explain. But, I need him gone. At least for a few minutes. I really am a devious bastard. "Guess what? Ty's got his Harley in the driveway. You better go check it out before he leaves."
His small body jerks and his eyes almost burst with joy as if I said Santa Clause himself was here with a sleigh full of presents. Because in his mind Ty's bike is the ultimate toy. That he rarely gets to play with since Ty's a fucking pussy ass and only takes his baby out in perfect weather. Luckily, it’s sunny and warm this afternoon. Even better, Ty enjoys sharing his passion with Eli and will indulge him, letting him shine the chrome with his special cloths and try on his helmet. Which buys me plenty of time to fuck my girl.
Without a word, he races out of the room. She offers an indulgent smile to his ghost and then pecks my cheek, hurrying to grab a bag of flour off the table.
"Hi."
Fuck that. I need more than a quick kiss. No matter how busy she is. Like I give a damn that they've made a mess. That shit can wait. She needs to learn how to fucking greet me when I get home.
I trail after her into the pantry and shove the door shut behind me. Before she can turn around, I thrust myself against her back and run my hands up her torso, palming her heavy breasts. Fucking loving the feel of the nipples hardening under my fingers. Of her body arching to push them deeper into my hands. My teeth sink into her shoulder. Not enough to break the skin but enough that she knows I mean fucking business. "I thought you'd be happier to see me."
"I am. I just..."
One hand glides down her smooth stomach, bypassing her shorts and dipping into her panties, wetness already coating the silk. "What?"
"I wanted..."
Fuck that's sexy that she can't even speak with my fingers stroking her soaked folds. Lingering by her throbbing clit before I sweep downward again. "I've been thinking about fucking this gorgeous pussy all day."
"Y-you have?"
"Yeah, I have." I drive my other hand up the nape of her neck and curl the long blond strands around my fist. Twisting her head backward to get me closer to those fucking amazing lips, which I brush with mine. "Did you miss me too?"
"Yes."
