Page 104 of These Rough Waters

But I ignore him, kissing my little doe harder, feeling her melt against me in that pretty dress and my ring on her finger.

“How about now?” I ask.

“Yes,” She whispers, “I’m happy,husband.”

We end up in the dining room of the lodge that no longer resembled that. It had been completely changed overnight to accommodate large round tables and enough of them to seat the whole town with a long table at the front where me and my wife were sitting with Rett, Harper, Ruthie, Imogen and Shawn.

The chatter is loud through dinner, but my hand never leaves Maya’s thigh. I’d found I’d needed the contact to keep myself sane.

“Torin?” Harper says quietly a few hours into the evening when the food is done, and the tables have been pushed out of the way to allow for a dancefloor. The lights were dim, and Maya was chatting animatedly to Imogen at her side.

“Yeah, kid?”

“I made these,” She says quietly, almost unsure and I look down at her small hands to find two beaded bracelets, one was large enough to fit an adult’s wrist, the other, tiny, made up of blue beads with an ‘L’ in the middle. “I know you had a family.”

“Kid…” I choke.

She places the bracelets into my palm, and I notice the larger of the two also has a ‘G’ within the multicolored beads. Bracelets she made for Grace and Leo.

Emotion clogs my throat as I stare down at them.

“I know you had a family,” She repeats with a soft rasp, “But I was hoping I could be your family too.”

I feel Maya whip around at my side. I squeeze her thigh with the hand still holding her leg.

“Come here,” I tell Harper.

She steps closer and I wrap my arm around her, holding her tight and close, “You are my family, kid.”

The night moves on quickly, and yet not quick enough. Seeing Maya in her dress, with my ring on her finger and my name on hers, it was enough to leave me semi hard as I dance with her, holding her as close as she can get with a palm flat to her spine.

“I want to get this dress off you, little doe,” I whisper in her ear, “And bury myself so far into your body you’ll beg me to stop.”

She falters in her step, “Then do it.”

“Let’s go.”

We don’t say goodbye as we make a quick exit, Ruthie had Harper for the night, and they’d already left since it was late, so I take Maya back to our house.

The cabin would always remain Maya’s now, but we lived in my house in front of the water.

It’s dark when we enter but that doesn’t stop us as I find the delicate buttons at the back and pop open each one, careful not to damage the dress when all I wanted to do was rip it from her and devour her whole.

Finally, the two edges of the material separate, and I can run my fingers up her bare back until I can slip my fingers under the shoulders and slip them off, the material falling off in one quick whoosh of lace. She stands there in just a pair of white lace panties and heels.

“Goddamn, little doe,” I step back to appreciate the sight of her. “My perfect little wife.”

Even in the dim lighting I see her blush.

“How do you want it, baby?” I ask. “You want me to taste you and bend you over? Taste you and let you ride me?”

“It all starts with you tasting me, huh?”

“Theonlyway it’s going to start.” I affirm, “I’ve had to watch you in that dress all fucking day, with my ring on your finger, it’s my fucking right to taste my wife on my tongue since I know how fucking wet you are right now. You’re dripping, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes,” She whispers.

“Take off the panties, Maya, leave the heels.”

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