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“I’m glad Anna’s magic works on someone other than just me. Seriously though, I hope she lasts like this for a while. It’s so good to see her up and moving around. I’ve missed her.”
“Holy hell,” Cam moves into the kitchen, sitting grocery bags of chips and buns on the counter. “Mama looks good.”
Lincoln nodded, “Who knew it just took one of us fuckers getting married to do the trick?”
Lincoln fires up the grill as Cam and I set everything else up for tonight. Charlie is running around the backyard darting between the Halloween inflatables they recently set up. Mama and Anna continue to talk like they’re the best of friends. This feels really fucking good.
“Supper’s ready!” Lincoln hollers out. I run inside to the kitchen to grab the jar of pickles I know Anna will be looking for and Mama stops to give me a kiss on my cheek.
“You and Anna seem to have been getting along,” I say to her.
“Oh, she is just the sweetest thing. And so pretty, too. No wonder you had to get her drunk to marry you.” Mama’s teasing is one of the things I’ve missed most about her, and I can’t help the huge grin at having both my mother and my wife back in my life.
“It just took a few lemon drops and a quick trip to Paris and I had it in the bag,” I wink at Mama.
“She’s really lovely, Keat, and I think you somehow managed to find the one woman put on this earth just for you.” Her sweetface grows serious. “But she has demons, Keaton. Be prepared for them.”
Chapter thirty
Anna
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e’ve been sitting around the fire pit after a delicious meal, sipping on ciders and beers as Charlie catches lightning bugs around the backyard. Everyone’s been telling stories, mostly at Keaton’s expense, and I laugh for what must be the thousandth time tonight. It has been the most incredible evening being here with Keaton’ family. My family now, I suppose.
“Well,” Camden stands up and stretches, “I’m gonna head on home. I have a case that I need to try and work on some before I call it a night.” We say our goodbyes as he leaves, and Sharon excuses herself to head to bed, too.
“Come on, Little Bit,” Lincoln hollers at Charlie. “Time to wash up and get in bed.” Charlie bounces over to him with her little mason jar full of the critters she’s managed to catch tonight. Once Lincoln’s convinced her to release them, which is mighty impressive after that bottom lip of hers stuck out the way it did, he picks her up to pack her inside for the night.
“You headed out?” he asks his brother.
“We will be in just a bit,” Keaton says while taking my hand, “I think we’re gonna sit and enjoy the fire a little longer.”
Lincoln gives a scowl before he shakes his head and goes inside with his daughter, leaving me and Keaton alone outside.
He tugs at my hand he’s holding, pulling me closer to him. “I need you closer. You’ve been too far away from me all night.”
I stand up and walk over to him, still holding his hand. “I’ve been sitting beside you this whole time. Just how much closer do you want me to be?”
Keaton jerks me harder until I’m straddling one of his legs. “Sit,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. “You can never be close enough, Anna. I’ve watched how amazing you’ve been all night. I know you weren’t prepared to meet my entire family today, but you completely captivated every single one of them. Mama, well, she’s not like that most days. In fact, we haven’t seen her like this in years. You helped her shine tonight, Baby. I’m so thankful for that. I’m so in love with you.” He pushes on my thighs so I’m pressed into him.
The movement feels so damn good. He isn’t wrong. I may have been beside him all night, but I’ve missed the nearness we’ve had since last night. A rush of desire comes over me and we need to get home. Now. “Keaton, take me home. I need you.”
“Ride me, Baby.” He grips my hips, thrusting me against his thigh and I somehow manage to hold back my whimper.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper-shout at him. “Your mother, brother, and niece are just inside.”
“I’m crazy about you.” He kisses me, all the while pushing me so that I’m rubbing in just the right way against him, sending tingles throughout my entire body. “Now fucking ride me. Get that cunt of yours, the one I know is dripping for me, and ride my fucking thigh. I want to see you take your pleasure.”
When he takes that demanding tone, this man could convince me to go grocery shopping naked on a Sunday after church. Istart to rock back and forth against him, unable to keep my noises contained as pleasure begins to coil its way through my body. Why is this so fucking hot? I haven’t dry humped anybody since high school and I know it didn’t feel this damn good.
“That’s right, Baby. You want to come so fucking bad, don’t you? Then be a good girl and chase that orgasm. Grind that clit against me.” His dirty words spur me on and I pick up my pace.
“Keaton, this feels so good. I’m so close.” I continue rocking over him and reach down to grab the bulge that’s formed in his pants. He lets out a moan that almost brings me to orgasm from the intensity of it.
“Fuck, Baby, you look so hot like this. That wet spot you’re leaving on me is gonna make me come in my pants like I’m a fucking teenager.” I grind harder, hitting my bud against him so perfectly that I’m about to tip over the edge. “That’s it, Baby. Keep going, Anna. Be a good wife and come for your husband.”
My orgasm rips through me and Keaton kisses me to quiet my sounds. He shudders beneath me and when I look down, I see the evidence of his pleasure on the crotch of his army green britches. We sit like that for several moments, me still straddled over his leg with my head resting on his shoulder, and him with his arms wrapped around me and his head resting against mine. The fire crackles behind us as it dies down.
