Page 60 of The Biggest Secret
“This year’s award goes to a man who has turned his town around.He has set up his kids for future greatness with his tough, yet fair coaching practices. He’s taught them that discipline and hard work will advance you. Above all, I believe it’s his personal commitment to each and every kid on his team that has earned him this award. And let’s not forget those three State Championships he delivered!” People begin to clap and whistle and our table buzzes with excitement. “It is with great honor that I name Jackson Gage as this year's Coach of the Year!”
Our table erupts with cheers and barking. My sister throws her arms around Jackson as he stands, and my brothers are slapping him on the back. Coming around to my chair before going up to accept his award, he greets me with a shine in his eyes. We hug and he grits out, “I couldn’t have done it without you, brother.” I pound his back a little harder, and we linger for a moment before I push him off me. “Get up there before they give it to some other sap.”
We settle down and I listen with awe as Jackson delivers his acceptance speech.
“If I didn’t know any better, I could be jealous of your bromance.” Chelsea teases the hair at the back of my neck, her full tits pressed against my arm.
“Hm.”
“What can I do to ensure I’m the one meeting all your needs?”
I smirk at her question, loving the game she’s playing. This is where Chelsea and I thrive. Her desire to please me and my desire to keep her, entangle us together. The flirty sexy banter that we save for our ears only, sparks our relationship and strengthens our love. I turn to her, taking her hand, spinning the ring I gave her around her finger.
“You kept it all this time.”
“I’m waiting to turn it in for an upgrade. You promised to replace it one day. I’m holding you to it.” I gaze back at her, trying to send forth all my feelings with one look. I knew Chelsea was the one for me when we first met. No one has ever challenged me the way she does. I love it, and hate it because it means she’s my kryptonite. She’s been the only one to ever get under my skin. It’s why I was devastated when she left. I lost a piece of myself that day.
But she returned that piece and then some.
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I’m silent the whole ride home, my mind replaying her words about promising to replace her ring. If she only knew I’ve been holding onto one for years.
My body is humming with anticipation of claiming her. She’s mine, she’s always been mine; and more so now that she has my son.
We pull into my driveway, and I cut the engine. We sit for a moment, and Chelsea doesn’t move, awaiting my instructions like the good girl she is. I get out silently, round the front of the truck to open her door and lead her into my house.
Our house.
“Go to our bedroom Chelsea. Take everything off but your panties and wait for me.”
I lean against the front door as our eyes meet, hers burning with excitement.I watch as she saunters down the hallway. Taking a moment to gain my control, I pour myself a scotch and take a few deep breaths. Then I continue down the hall to find her in our room, leaning against the windowsill looking out into the backyard.
In only a black thong.
I approach, with my drink in hand and lean into her. “You were playing with fire again tonight, Peaches.”
I run my finger down the slope of her neck. The pulse in her neck strums. “You know better than to tease me in public.” I lick her earlobe. “You know what you do to me, the power you hold.” I turn her to face me, her eyes hooded as I run my finger along her collarbone then down her chest, over the swell of her tit, and circle the tip of my finger over her nipple, taking it between my finger and thumb, rolling it before giving it a light tug.
My name leaves her lips with a whimper that instantly arouses me. I dip my pointer finger into the scotch I’m holding then swirl it around her other nipple. Her head lolls on her neck, and I lean down to lick the scotch dripping from her. “You like the power you have over me, don’t you?” Her eyes connect with mine and a small smile forms on her lips. I give a smug look in return. “I’m man enough to tell you, the woman I love, that you’ve got me by the balls, Chelsea Jo. You always have. I alsothink you provoke me because you know I’ll break you in here. I know you want that. In the bedroom, I control your pussy. It’s mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Adam.”
“Good girl. Now, undress me.”
Without a question, she takes the glass from my hand, sips from it, all the while eyeing me, daring me to protest. I let her have her moment and watch as she places the glass on the bureau. She swipes her hands across my chest and around my shoulders removing my suit jacket. Then she works the tie loose, letting it hang and slowly begins to unbutton my dress shirt.
I’m lost in her loving touch. The way she looks at me. The way she cares for me. I never realized how disoriented I was without her in my life. I was running on autopilot, not really living, just going through the motions.
I guess it’s what happens when you’ve lost an actual piece of yourself. Her absence in my life affected my whole being, my whole personality, who I was. I’ve only known Chelsea, so when she left, I lost sight of who I am without her.
I didn’t like who I was without her.
I kick off my shoes, step out of my pants, and let her finish taking my shirt off. I remove my tie from my neck, leaving it looped. “Turn around.” Using the tie, I secure her hands behind her back and walk her to the bed, pulling her thong down her legs, and giving her ass one good slap. She jolts and purrs when I soothe it. “This is mine, too.”
“Yours.”
I lay her face down on the bed, holding her wrists where the tie is, and straddle her legs, my dick pushing into her from behind. She wiggles her ass to tempt me, and I give it another slap. I pull her up on her knees, her ass raised up, and without warning, enter her in one thrust. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I begin pumping into her, her moans carrying around the room. I slap her again and her pussy grips my cock. “Fuck, Peaches, do it again.” I spit onto her, watching it drip down her ass crack and push my thumb halfway into her back hole, and she chokes me once again. “So good.”
