Page 15 of On the Rocks
I can’t fucking help myself. My grip on her ass tightens, my fingertips digging into the delicate skin from the love and beauty and devotion staring into my eyes. Almost bringing me to my god damn knees with the brutal honesty shared between our bodies. Of the enormity of the feelings I cup in my hands. All mine. All for me.
Sweat rolls down my back. Dampening my dress shirt already plastered to my skin. Her sweet head nuzzling my shoulder while I pound into her, over and over like a fucking animal. Blind to everything but her. Oblivious to anything but my sunshine filling my vision.
“Infinity.”
Jesus Christ.
A whisper against my hair that makes me come. Hard, hot, pulsing streams that feel like hell melting heaven. She takes it all, squeezing my cock with her own climax. My name cried into my shirt right above her mark on my skin.
As soon as I can fucking think straight again, I wrap my arms around her. Holding her tight against my stupidity and selfishness from needing her so damn bad. Thank fucking god her grip on me is just as strong. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. But you win. You ruined me first.”
She snuggles deeper into my jacket. Her dress and hair be damned. Which doesn’t matter because she’s fucking gorgeous regardless of how messy she may be. “I’m sorry. But I couldn’t wait any more.”
“I know.” Her relaxed laugh blows on my throat. “I could kind of tell.”
Fuck me if she’s not incredible. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Yes.”
No reluctance or doubt. Just pure acceptance. That I’ve wanted for too fucking long and finally have. Fuck me if I’m not god damn giddy that my wife finally trusts in my feelings for her. I kiss the top of her head, when really all I want to do is take her again. “Good. Now I better get you back, or my Mom will have my ass.”
“Okay.”
I swipe her destroyed panties from the carpet, captivated like a fucking idiot to watch her gently wipe our arousal from her thighs and pussy with the beige fabric. Too fucking dangerous for me to touch her again. I clean myself while she straightens her dress and slips pins into her hair, using the metal plate from the long-gone phone as a mirror. I sheath her back while she fights her stubborn curls. Still needing to be near her. Touch her for as long as I can. Probably in her fucking way while she works, but she doesn’t complain. Her blissful grin never wavering.
After a few minutes, she sighs and throws her hands in the air. Frustrated and so god damn achingly beautiful. “It’s fine.”
“It has to be. I can’t do anything else with it.”
“Then let’s go. I need a drink.”
Despite our efforts, we look and smell like sex. But I don’t give a damn. I love fucking my wife, and I don’t care who knows it. And with her radiant smile and sparkling eyes, I don’t think she does either.
Once inside the reception, I nod to the bartender. “Whiskey neat and a gin and tonic, on the rocks with lime.”
Her small hand squeezes mine with validation that I’m correct. But I don’t need her confirmation. I know what my girl likes and will make damn sure she always gets her favorite drink. As well as anything else she wants.
A joyous shriek bursts louder than the string quartet accompanying the cocktail hour. Trinity laughs and gestures toward my mom squeezing the shit out of my brother and sister-in-law. Her tears mimicking theirs.
“I guess they’ve shared their good news.”
She sets her glass on the table but before she can sit down, I pull her onto my lap. Next to me is too damn far away. I stroke over her knee. Well aware I shouldn’t go any higher or my cock will be poking her sweet little ass through my pants. Nodding toward Trish and Noah, I nuzzle her neck. “That will be us soon.”
“You think so?”
I fucking love the anticipation in her voice. My dick stirs up anyway despite my precautions. I can’t fucking wait to have my baby in her belly. “Yeah, I think you’ll have my son by this time next year.”
“How do you know it’ll be a boy?”
So fucking cute when she challenges me. “We only have boys. All the way back to family records in Scotland. Deveraux men only produce boys.”
She shakes her head. The smile, I’d give up all my money to always see, covers her beautiful face. “I bet I can give you a girl.”
“A bet, huh?” Her arms slide around my neck, and she twists to snuggle closer. Her amazing tits shoved against my chest. Her seductive mouth inches from mine. So close I can almost taste her goodness. “Terms?”
“If I win, I get to tattoo your name on me anywhere I want.”
