Every Last Look

by Christa Wick

  Listening to the pastor was a harder task than I could have anticipated. The problem was Quinn—beautiful, open, loving, and shaking with every muscle her body possessed.

  We just needed to get to the end. I could hold her then, kiss her, prove to her that everything between us was real and lasting.

  “I do,” Quinn said, our vows finished.

  “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may—”

  “Way ahead of you there, pastor,” I said, lifting the veil and cupping Quinn’s beautiful face as a gentle breeze of laughter flowed around us.

  Leaning in, I felt a stillness spreading through her just as I had hoped. My lips touched hers. Quinn reached up and curled her hands atop my shoulders, her chest pressing into mine.

  I risked a small bite of her full bottom lip, blood racing through my body. I pulled back, the warm air that Quinn and I released like a part of our souls rising up to Heaven.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Laughing, I shook my head, my arms crazy with the need to hold her again.

  Walker clapped me on the back. Assisted by Sutton, Aunt Dotty rose from her chair. She folded her hands around mine and Quinn’s, the wise old eyes brimming with tears.

  Of all the things I was proud I could provide Quinn with, I was most proud of what surrounded her at that moment—the love and comfort of my family.

  That love was the one thing that would never change.

  30

  Barrett

  "It's so big," Quinn whispered breathlessly, her neck straining upward as she stared at the turret of the rustic Montana castle I had rented for the week.

  Nestled in the middle of fifty forested acres, the six-thousand square foot home was surrounded by views of Whitefish Mountain and the lake at its base. An abundance of spring flowers and feeders encircled the castle, attracting a host of birds and small creatures. Before they fled at the sound of the truck's engine, Quinn had called out finches, sapsuckers, hummingbirds, squirrels, and a silver-gray hare.

  "The whole place?" she asked for the second time since the house had slipped into view on our drive up the mountain. "The entire building, the grounds, the pond…"

  "All to ourselves," I confirmed, cheeks hurting from the grin that stretched my face as I mentally inventoried the many rooms awaiting our pleasure.

  With the luggage already placed inside, I wrapped an arm around Quinn and whisked her over the threshold then locked the door behind us.

  She turned in a circle, her eyes still wide with wonder.

  "I feel like there should be a dancing teapot," she said. "Is there?"

  "No Beauty," I rumble-purred as I drew her closer. "But there is a Beast."

  A pale rose flushed her cheeks. Her lashes swept down to hide her dark brown gaze. Her tongue darted out and then she sucked it and her plump bottom lip into her mouth.

  I groaned, my body flushed with need. The drive from the reception to Whitefish lasted four long hours, hours I had spent trying to concentrate on the road and not the woman next to me or the five separate bedrooms I had to fuck her in once we arrived.

  Six if I counted the bunk room.

  "Where should we explore first?" she asked, her voice diving to a sultry level that wrapped around my cock like a warm hand.

  I didn't waste air answering, just bent low, swept an arm against the back of her legs and hoisted Quinn over my shoulder.

  "Top of the tower, baby."

  "You don't plan on carting me the whole way!"

  A delighted squeal compromised her protest. I responded by squeezing one plump butt cheek.

  "I'll have more than enough energy for what I plan to do to you, wife."

  I worried I might have too much energy even after carrying her up a set of spiraling stairs that climbed seventy feet into the air. For nearly half a year, since the day I met Quinn, my only release had been a cold shower or a rough hand. But something inside me had demanded I wait—even when we were both eager to consummate our love.

  "Are we there yet?" Quinn giggled after we cleared the turret's fourth story.

  I gave her bottom a swat.

  "Just saying," she giggled, "the staircase and everything around it is starting to spin. I don't think it's s'posed to."

  "You're not allowed to pass out until I'm licking that sweet pussy into oblivion," I warned.

  "Yes, sir," she sighed.

  "And don't play with my ass," I admonished with mock outrage.

  With another bubbly laugh, Quinn challenged the fairness of my command.

  "You're playing with mine."

  I gave her flesh a hard squeeze, reveled as another needy squeak escaped her soft lips. A second later, I crossed the threshold into the master bedroom that occupied the very top of the tower.

  Ten long strides brought us to the four-poster bed with its oversized custom mattress. Planting my knees on the cushioned bench that footed the bed, I eased Quinn onto the mattress then covered her with my body.

  "Still dizzy?" I asked, my gaze locked on hers.

  Nodding, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

  "Kiss me," she ordered.

  I drew a deep breath, my broad chest pushing down at Quinn's at the same time she pushed upward in surrender. My lips landed at the corner of her mouth, my intent to tease her thwarted as she turned her head and nipped my flesh.

  Her tongue darted out, meeting mine.

  "I want to fuck you and suck you at the same time," I groaned, my hot breath reflecting back at me as it bounced off her cheek.

  "Barrett Turk!" Quinn admonished, digging her heels into the bench and thrusting upward with her hips. "Have you been hiding a potty mouth all these months?"

  "When it comes to what I want to do to you, love, yes."

  Delivering a delightful shock, she mirrored my naughty words.

  "None of that fucking or sucking is going to happen with all these clothes on. Maybe that's something the Beast you mentioned can take care of?"

  "Hell, yes," I groaned, my big hands wrapping around the collar of her blouse. The fabric shrieked as I tore the front in half, exposing Quinn's full breasts and the sheer bra that covered them.

  I latched onto one nipple, wetting the fabric as I tongued and chewed. My hands continued their work with methodical determination, shredding the rest of her bra, forcing the straps down her shoulders, hiking up the long skirt she wore and, with another sharp jerk, ripping her panties apart.

  Quinn gasped and moaned throughout the destruction of her outfit, her breast pushing against my mouth, her fingers knotting in my hair as her hips began to grind upward.

  Releasing her nipple with a harsh breath, I pushed a thick finger into my wife as I stared at her beautiful face.

  It was my first time entering her, a pent-up need fighting my desire to go slower. Her eyes rolled back, her plump torso nearly levitating off the bed as her spine sharply curved.

  "Not a monk, then," she sighed, a grin teasing one corner of her mouth.

  Encouraged by her body's response, I didn't answer, just pushed a second finger in then pressed my thumb against her swollen clit.

  "Baby, I'm going to fuck you in every bed this house has, every shower and tub, more than once," I warned. "I carried you in and I'll carry you out."

  She nodded, her expression one of pure contentment.

  I moved down her body. She grabbed the shoulders of my shirt, forcing me to wriggle out of it before my mouth could reach my desired destination.

  A short nap of beard had grown since my morning shave. Like a fine-grit sandpaper, it polished the swollen pout of her mound. Spreading her thighs as wide as she could, Quinn made room for my broad frame. I wrapped my hands around her yielding limbs and pushed them even wider.

  I stroked the tip of my nose against her clit, my tongue dipping inside to tease her pussy. For almost as long as I had known the beauty squirming beneath me, I had fantasized about taking her like this, this and so many other ways. Gentle, rough, slow, fast. Just a fl
ash of those fantasies at that moment had need burning through me hotter than any fire I had ever faced as a smokejumper.

  "You're vibrating already, love."

  Quinn wiggled her way around until she could look down on me, her torso propped up as she rested on her elbows.

  "Strip for me," she begged, brushing away the tatters of her blouse and bra.

  My finger wet with her juices, I pointed at her skirt. "You first."

  Collapsing her elbows, Quinn lifted her hips.

  "Not like that," I said, halting her before she could push the skirt down. "Stand up for me…on the mattress."

  Her cheeks colored at the suggestion.

  "You are gorgeous, love. And sexy as hell to boot.”

  Biting at her lower lip, she rolled onto her knees, wobbled into a standing position on the feather-stuffed mattress. Steadying herself, she took hold of one bedpost.

  Changing my mind, I grabbed her by the hips and coaxed her to the foot of the mattress. "I want to do it."

  Quinn stood there, both hands clutching a post, her arms stretched to maximum length. Slowly, I peeled the skirt down then guided her into spreading her legs for me.

  "You still have clo—" A moan strangled her protest as I pushed a tight triangle of fingers deep into her pussy.

  "So wet for me, baby," I murmured, kissing and gently biting against her hips and across her mound.

  Her head relaxed forward. With an unfocused gaze, she watched as I braced a knee against the bench, watched when my mouth slid down and angled so that I could tongue and suck at her clit.

  She barked a harsh laugh.

  I immediately pulled away, my hands darting up to brace her hips.

  Quinn shook her head. "I was just thinking, if I pass out from how amazing you make me feel, this mattress would be like landing on a cloud."

  My worry vanished in a flash, a grin replacing the grim line of my mouth. Taking a big step back, I stripped my belt off and eyed one of her wrists.

  "Maybe I should play the kinky billionaire and strap you to the post so you don't fall."

  The suggestion seemed to trigger another wave of dizziness through her. She gripped the posts harder and shook her head.

  "Maybe you should take your pants off."

  Feigning compliance, I played with the button and zipper on my pants. Threading, unthreading, sliding the pull all the way down then halfway up again. Quinn's legs came together, her ass dipping and dancing with need.

  "Baby," I teased. "You're wiggling like this is your first time instead of just our first time."

  The anxious dance stopped. Her expression hardened to stone.

  "Love…Quinn, baby…"

  Ah, fuck! How could I not have explored this possibility?

  Sinking to her knees, Quinn shrugged.

  "L.A. is a very transactional town. Everyone is always looking to trade up. Their friends, their jobs, their neighborhood. Who you know, who you're related to."

  She rolled her eyes at the mention of relatives.

  Half-unzipped, I knelt on the bench in front of her. I wrapped my hands around her full cheeks and chastely kissed her forehead.

  “I’m a dumb ass, love."

  "No," she whispered. "I'm a—"

  "Beautiful," I said, kissing one cheek.

  "Sweet," I added, crossing to the other cheek. "A loving, caring, creative, strong woman."

  By the time I mentioned "strong," I had Quinn on her back beneath me, my gaze fixed on hers as I feather stroked along her neck and one shoulder.

  "Every day, I pray I deserve you," I said.

  Her nose pinched at my declaration. Her eyes began to water and her full mouth trembled. I calmed the tremors with a warm press of my lips against hers, the kiss turning sensual as she relaxed. Her arms slipped around my waist, her palms pressed resolutely against the small of my back.

  My mouth skimmed lower, my breath warming her neck as I gently caressed her full, firm breasts. Feeling her dissolve beneath me, I groaned.

  I slid lower, kissing and sucking at her pouty nipples, my hand between her thighs with a gentler exploration now that my ignorance had been cured. Her fingers raked through my hair, nails gently scraping at my scalp as her hips began to dance again and needy moans salted the air around us.

  "So slick for me, love," I purred as I moved between her thighs, coaxing them into a wider position.

  Keeping my hands on her legs, I stared at the glistening flesh in front of me. Her swollen clit, the opening of her pussy already straining with need, the muscles around it rhythmically contracting, her flesh mouthing forward then pulling back.

  So fucking sexy and sublimely beautiful all at the same time.

  I threaded my arms beneath her legs, wrapped them around her hips, my big hands landing atop her mound. I massaged the flesh as my head angled lower, my tongue slipping inside her. Breathing deeply, I scented my wife's passion, groaned against her. Her clit jerked as I took a long lick up to its top.

  A sharp cry of need ripped from her throat.

  I nestled my mouth against the swollen spine, unwound one arm and pushed two thick fingers inside her. Quinn moaned, wiggled, communicated her need in a dozen plus ways. I sucked and licked and probed until a spasm of release shot through her, her limbs instantly turned to jelly.

  Nuzzling her hot pussy, I freed my hands long enough to shove my pants down to my knees. Seizing her hips, I kicked the material the rest of the way off my legs.

  "So hungry for you, Quinn," I rasped, lipping and gnawing at her plump labia and thighs as her first orgasm continued to quake through her.

  She seized my ears, her sweet voice warped by passion as she tried to coax me up. When my head cleared her breasts, she shoved her hands between us to circle my fat cock. Small pearls of cum beaded at its tip. She smeared it, swiped her palm between her legs to steal her own moisture and rub it against my shaft.

  "Fuck," I growled in her ear. I bit at her lobe, then along her jaw before crushing her lips with a hard kiss.

  With this much heat pouring off Quinn, I had to keep a clear head for both of us. Rearing up, I grabbed her wrists and peeled her hands from around my dick.

  "This isn't a pea shooter you're teasing, love."

  She stared at me, brows knitting together as if she thought she had done something wrong.

  "Love, you're making me want to slam into you until you're speaking in tongues."

  She blinked, cracked a wide grin.

  I shook my head. "That's not a good thing, not this time."

  I kissed her palms, eased off the bed and went into the master bath. Her gaze trailed after me, watching as I ripped open a box wrapped in plain brown paper with a metered mail sticker on it.

  Catching her eyes on me, I smiled. "I might have sent a few things ahead."

  I pulled out a bottle of lubricant, my hand dwarfing the dainty container. Reaching the bed, I motioned her to one side then rolled until I was on my back. I squirted the gel onto my cock, fisted the flesh, spreading the liquid with hard strokes from the base upward, the fat crown winking in and out of sight.

  Her gaze mesmerized, Quinn struggled to breathe, her trance only broken once I tossed the bottle to the side and used a bit of her shredded blouse to dry my hands.

  "You're riding up top," I said, lacing the fingers of my left hand with those of her right. "This time."

  She nodded, eased a leg over me then gripped my other hand so that I could use both to keep her balanced. Tensing my abdominal muscles, I forced my cock to lift a few inches away from my stomach. Quinn tilted her pelvis in turn until my crown pushed lightly against the opening of her pussy.

  "Take me in one slow breath at a time, love."

  Her gaze turned wild. I could see the urge to slam down possess her just as it had possessed me.

  "Slow," I cautioned.

  Quinn nodded. Tilting her head back, she stared up at the ceiling and began a slow descent. Her mouth mirrored her tight pussy, slowly stretching, a hard gulp
that pushed me out instead of pulling me in, more slow stretching, stretching…

  "Oh…" she exhaled, pulled away, nervously tried again.

  Surrendering one hand, I poured a fat dollop of lube onto my taut belly, swirled my fingers in it then slid my hand between her legs and pushed the gel into her. In, around, my thumb teasing her clit to keep Quinn burning hot on her insides. Keeping my thumb on her button, I gripped my shaft and gently steered it toward the mouth of her pussy.

  With the same tentative pushes she had tried earlier, Quinn worked the head in. Her spine dissolved at the breach, her upper body dipping with the weight of her need as a shuddering moan escaped.

  "So damn sexy, baby."

  Her chest bounced with a laugh, but her throat twisted it into horny grunt as she took another inch of me inside her.

  And another.

  And another.

  Torso straightening, Quinn clutched my hands and slid down to the base. Once there, she quivered, trembled, closed her eyes.

  "Baby…are you coming?"

  Teeth stabbing her bottom lip, she could only nod, wiggle her hips, and groan.

  Heart open wide at the wonder and beauty of my wife lost in her release, I smiled.

  31

  Barrett

  With a stretch and a yawn, I rolled onto the right side of my body, half my ass hanging over the edge of a twin bed in the bunk room. Quinn was already awake and watching me, a sleepy grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

  As promised, I had my way with her in the five private bedrooms, in the showers and tubs. The kitchen, library and living room, too.

  We still had half a week to go.

  The mattress moved as I rolled toward Quinn. I draped an arm across her torso, the hand landing with proprietary ease on her voluptuous breast. I stroked absently at her nipple, contemplating how I might sample my wife's beautifully abundant flesh.

  "Feels like someone is waking up," she teased as my cock hardened against her hip.

  I grunted, tensed my stomach so that my erection knocked once against her. The sweet strokes I delivered to her nipple roughened into a pinch. With a dreamy sigh, Quinn turned away, lifted a leg and offered her pussy to me.