Page 44 of Promised at Birth

At two in the morning on the last day of our honeymoon, I wake up. I hear splashing coming from the pool. Gwen is not in bed. I walk outside. The pool area is dark except for the light from the underwater pool lights. A cool breeze coming from the ocean.

I see Gwen swimming laps. Smiling. Enjoying herself. Wearing that skimpy white bikini. Her body lit from below. Very hot. Miles of cleavage. A sexy mermaid. Water cascades down her breasts when she stands up. Nipples erect underneath her top. Hair wet and flowing. Her sweet ass sticks up when she dives under the water. Fuck!

Gwen can’t see me watching her. I am in the shadows. My cock is rock hard. I want to slip into that pool - pick her up in my arms. Strip off her bikini. Press her front to the side of the pool and fuck the Hell out of her. Want her so bad it hurts. I leave her alone. Go back to bed. I will make her mine after we are home.

I wake up on my side. Feel a little warm body snuggled up to my back. I slowly turn over and Gwen is curled up next to me sound asleep. She is on her side. Smells like flowers. The sheet has slipped down so one of her nipples is peeking out. Oh my God! I want to lick her nipple. Draw it in my mouth and suck. My cock and balls just ache for release.

I sigh in frustration. Get out of bed and shower. Wack-off like a teenager. Can’t take much more of this. I need to fuck her. No more excuses.

We leave paradise. Honeymoon over. Fly back to Chicago. Fortunately, Karin is not our flight attendant.

Chapter Seven

"Ponder and deliberate before you make a move."

? Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Gwen

Bobby is deep in thought on the flight home. Something is bothering him. All three men are on edge. I overhear them whispering about Russians.

We land. The Chicago sky is overcast. The wind is cool. I miss the Caribbean.

Bobby’s SUV is waiting on the tarmac at O’Hare Airport. We drive to our penthouse. Frankie and Gino follow in a separate car. Traffic is light except for a little road construction. I am happy to be home.

The doorman holds the door open for us. Frankie and Gino carry our suitcases in.

Bodyguards are always around. I will never have any privacy. I need to call my father. I know he is worried about me.

Bobby holds my hand until we get inside the penthouse. He is touching me more - lifts my chin with his hand to get my attention; hand on the back of my waist; arm around my shoulders. I don’t know why or what it means, but I like it.Does he feel possessive of me?Is he showing everybody I belong to him?Bobby even smiles more. When he smiles at me, I see dimples – I never noticed before. He has the kind of wicked smile that makes women’s panties drop.

Bobby

Home. Back to business. I change into a suit. My brothers and I are meeting with my father at his mansion to discuss the Bratva.

I walk out of our bedroom. Head down the staircase two stairs at a time. Gwen is sitting in the living room. Staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Where are you going?” She asks.

“I have business. I will not be home until late. Maria probably left food in the fridge for dinner.”

No response. Gwen looks disappointed. Damage control. I walk over and sit next to her on the couch. I pick up one of her hands and hold it. Reassuring her. The feel of her skin has a calming effect on me. I am touching her more and more. Feels good.

“Listen, Baby,” Gwen smiles at me.Did I just call her baby?“I work. I am not home very often. Thursday night is the annual charity ball at the Institute of Art. Vanessa sent an evening gown for you to wear. Look in the closet. She made a spa appointment for you for tomorrow – manicure, pedicure, massage, facial – the works – so you can look your best. The ball will be our first public event as husband and wife.”

Gwen frowns.Did I say something wrong?I need a fucking map to navigate her feelings!

“You spoke to Vanessa?”

“Yes, before we left on our Honeymoon. She has an agenda of events we will be attending together, so she can send dresses over ahead of time.”

I squeeze Gwen’s hand. Does Gwen not like me talking to Vanessa? She will have to get used to it. I do not trust my 18-year-old wife to dress herself. And…I plan on fucking Vanessa whenever and wherever possible. No strings.

“Gwen, I am a busy man. We will go to the charity ball Thursday night. We won’t stay long – just long enough to make an appearance. Then we will come home. I will open a bottle of champagne. We will have a romantic evening. I will make you mine.”

“What if I am not ready for, um, that?”

“I have waited long enough. It’s time. Don’t worry, I will make sure you enjoy it.”

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