Page 145 of Chosen Road

We accompanied Ruby and Vander as they circled the altar, their first walk as a married couple, signifying our willingness to walk beside them as they walked through life together.

We were not made to walk through this life alone.

Trust is a choice.

The priest delivered his blessing and presented Mr. and Mrs. Vander and Ruby Vitalis to their guests, inviting Yiayia and Vander’s parents to be the first to congratulate them.

They turned and smiled. So many faces, shiny with tears, beamed back at them. Vander laughed out loud, turned Ruby in his arms, and kissed her.

Gus reached for my hand and squeezed.

There is only one choice that will ever satisfy me and that is you.

Though I’d fought it, there was only one choice open to me as well. I wrestled with the anxiety when we got married, but I’d never rested in my decision.

Trust is a choice.

I squeezed him back.

Chapter 48: Play Time

Gus

I leaned against the doorframe of our bedroom with my hand in my pants pocket, my jacket pushed behind me. My bow tie hung undone, and I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt while I watched my wife remove her jewelry.

She lay the pieces on our dresser, a small smile curving her pretty mouth. She walked over to the closet to put her shoes away, her legs kicking open the wide split with every step.

“Amber.”

She turned to look at me, her eyes scanning my form, her mouth forming a perfect O.

I pushed off the doorframe and stalked toward her. “Do you know what this fucking dress has been doing to me all night?” I lightly trailed my fingers up from the deep vee between her breasts and wrapped my hand around her throat as I dipped my head to look into her eyes. I slowly backed her up against the wall as I spoke. “That damn split flew wide with every step, and when you danced with your sister, it went dangerously high.”

She swallowed beneath my palm, her pulse racing under my fingertips, her eyes glassy.

I pulled her forward slightly at the waist, then pushed her head back against the wall. “Do you know what I’ve wanted to do all night?” I asked softly.

She swallowed and gave her head a little shake.

I hardened my voice. “Spread your legs, sweet baby.”

She relaxed back against the wall with a little sigh and spread her thighs.

“Further,” I demanded, and she complied. I gave her throat a gentle squeeze. “Good girl.”

Holding her gaze, I dipped at the knees and slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, following the line of her dress. Resting my forehead against hers, her sweet mouth a breath away, I stroked her center through the thin silk of her panties and hummed at the hot wet I found there.

Her lips curved in a knowing smile, and my heart lurched in my chest.

This was how I wanted her, confident in her power over me. It may be my hand on her throat, but she held the strings that made me dance.

I flattened my palm against the wall beside her head and released her throat. Sliding her panties to the side, dipping into the well of her arousal, I dragged that wet up to circle her swollen clit.

She moaned and pushed her pelvis toward me. I removed my hand. Her eyes flew open, and her cheeks flushed with desire.

“Playtime, sweet baby.” I grinned. “You move, I stop. You stay still, I continue. You don’t come until I say you can.”

Amber

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