Loved by Lance-a-lot
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With his thumb he wipes that lone tear and leans into my mouth. “I missed you so fucking much, Ray. Don’t ever leave me again.” The last thing he says before his mouth and mine become one once again. Our tongues, fighting for the title of most desperate, go round and round one another, our hands not stopping. I lift my legs on his hips, trying to hint that I am aching inside, needing him so much. I haven’t stopped moaning since we started tongue hockey. “Say it, Araya. Tell me what you need.” Looking into his eyes I finally answer.
“You. All I need is you, Lance a-lot. I love you so much and I am so sorry. I will never leave you again. Now make love to me.” The smile he rewards me with is almost blinding, but fleeting. It is quickly replaced with a feral gaze that sets me on fire.
“Fuck, baby. I’ll try to take my time, but it's been too many hours.”
“It’s ok. Just... ahhhh...God.” He enters me and my pussy lets out a sigh of relief before going full on horny mode. He begins to move in and out, his tongue licking my nipples back and forth. Sending zings of electricity through my body, I begin to come undone. It doesn’t take much anymore.
“Ray, shit. I can’t hold it. Too much buildup. You almost there baby?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m there. Oh God I’m there.” Nodding his head before biting one of my nipples, he shoots off inside of me as I fall apart. With my nipples being my out of body button right now, it doesn’t take much. Laying in his arms, I begin to fall off, content to be where I belong. I am almost asleep when he whispers in my ear.
“I was trying to give you time, my love. Now it’s too late. No more time given.” The last thing I remember thinking is...whatever he wants, the answer is yes.
Epilogue
Araya
Two Months Later
Yes, is exactly what I said. The morning after Travis came back for me, he woke me, my sister and Lily up, made us get dressed in ‘something fancy’ as he called it and took us downtown to the courthouse where he called in a favor with the mayor. I was surprised to learn he and Mayor Coolidge went to high school together. Apparently, he sent him an email last night on his way to me, requesting that he marry us the following afternoon and he replied yes. So, at 12:30 pm in the mayor's office I became Mrs. Araya Lansing. He told me later that night at the hotel he booked for our last-minute honeymoon, that he had decided as he was coming back, that he had enough of me dragging my feet to set a date. He said he figured he needed to take charge and prove to me he was serious. I don’t know, maybe he was right. The one thing I know for sure is that I have never been happier. Right now, though, I am intrigued.
I am in Savannah visiting my sister for the weekend while Travis is checking on the new shop and I am more than a little amused by the scene before me. In Vanessa’s living room is Pedro, Dr. Mark’s friend, and he and my sister are currently in a standoff. Apparently, she stood him up for a date and he is not too pleased. He came over this morning demanding she put on some clothes and walk out the door with him and she said no, and they have been staring at one another for about an hour.
“Still at it are they?” I turn and see Travis has just walked into the house. Getting up from my chair I go to him arms open, always in need of his warmth. “You alright baby?”
“Yeah. Just missed you.” I tell him honestly.
“I have only been gone for about an hour.” He says, chuckling at me.
“I know. An hour is too long. When can we go home?” I love coming to visit my sister, don’t get me wrong. But I find that the closer we get to the baby being born, the more I just want to be in my own home. Especially since he bought us a house and let me decorate it exactly how I wanted. It is filled with color and warmth. With class and home classics. Most of all, it is filled with love.
“We can go home right now if you want. The shop is coming along great. If everything goes according to plan, we should be able to open in twelve weeks. I have already talked with Felicity and she and some of the other tattoo artists are going to come and do donated tattoos for the opening.”
“That’s amazing. Great idea babe.” I tell him kissing his cheek. “Let me go and tell my sister we are leaving.” I run into the living room only to be stopped by the sight of my sister sitting on Pedro’s lap making out with him. My hand flies to my mouth quickly to cover the giggle. Travis grabs our bags and we drive home. To the place where we are going to raise our kids and surround our families with love. I give thanks every day that he didn’t stay away that day and he came back for me. I didn’t know it then, but he was the very prayer I prayed my whole life. To be safe, loved, and cherished. I almost lost it. Luckily for me, I was loved by Lance-a-lot and he never gives up.
Travis
Four years later
“Damn it Ray! Didn’t I tell you I would grab the bag. Go sit your hard-headed ass down.” I grunt out at my wife. We are on our way to Savannah for the Charity Ball at the Tattooed Vixen and my very pregnant wife is being impatient as usual. In the past four years we have had three kids. Our daughters Marisol, Juliana, and Lourdes. She is currently pregnant with our son, Travis Jr. and driving me crazy. Our daughters are spending the weekend with their nanny, none of them wanting to miss the county fair that is going on this weekend. We said bye to them an hour ago. Of course, Marisol, at four, couldn’t get away from us fast enough. The other two, more apprehensive, but the words candy, and fried dough helped. Now Ray, she takes the most work to get away from the kids. She is the typical mom. She hates being away from her babies.
“Well hurry up. You know I am going to have to pee soon.” She says crossing her arms. I stand there, just staring at her wondering if we have enough time for me to have dessert before we leave.
“No. Nope. Don’t think about it, mister. My nipples hurt and my pussy is already sore form the beating you gave her this morning. Plus, your son is not giving up the nausea like your daughters did in the third trimester. So, we will be lucky if I don’t vomit on the drive. Now let’s go.” Well hell when she puts it like that. Grabbing the bags, we load them into the car and drive. When she is pregnant, she normally sleeps during the ride and I think. I think about the life I had before her. It was monotonous, lonely, and without purpose. The moment she walked into my office; everything had meaning. Throughout the years we have fought, argued, made up, and created three and a half incredible human beings that remind me every day what blessings look like. My Ray changed my life, filling it with joy and love. The day she said ‘I do’, I vowed to be everything she needed. Including, her Lance-a-lot.
Acknowledgments
To my mom. I love you!!
To my kids: Never let anyone or anything change you. You are perfect just the way you are. I love you four so much.
To my girls. My historians. My comedians. My Alphas. My Betas. My idea mob. My squad. My clan. My protectors. My confidantes. My best friends. My sisters. My ride or die b******! (This part of the acknowledgements will stay the same.) Every day you prove to me why God put you in my life. I am just glad I was smart enough to listen. I love all of you. Vanessa, Trisha, Diana, Amy, Mercedes, Fabiola, Evangeline, and Jenni.
To Pixie Chica and MK Moore. Thank you for joining my crazy idea and making it a reality. I love you ladies. MK, as usual thank you for formatting. You are a great friend and writing buddy.
KL Fast. This cover is gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.
ARCangels. Your support, loyalty and honesty mean more to me than I can say. Thanks for sticking around after the changes and still supporting me!!! I love all of you.
Last but not least, LIFERS!!!!! What can I say? You all are my own personal therapists. You are there for any and everything and without you, I wouldn’t be ChaShiree M.
About the Author
A little about me. I live in Illinois (hoping to move soon). I began writing when I was 14 and was published in my first poetry anthology at the age of 15. I graduated with my master’s degree at the age of 26 in Psychology with a concentration in Child and F
amily.
In September of 2017 I published my first novella and still can’t believe it. Writing is my passion, but I have been blessed enough to not have to do it for a living. I get to embark on both my passions every day.
I write stories with strong h’s though they don’t often know it at first. Alpha H’s with a heart of gold and eyes only for their woman. Filthy, raunchy, sex. Usually there is a great conflict, dire situations, and a resolution, though not always a HEA. There will never be cheating, and I can almost guarantee you, there will be babies. Babies are a must.
Signings have become my escape from my everyday life and how I meet you. My amazing readers and followers. I have been blessed to have made some of the best friends in this industry and without their support, I might have given up. I love readers and can be found interacting with them, having a great time online and in person when they find me at signings. I can’t wait to meet you too.
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