OUR TURN (Can't Wait Book 4)

by Dani Wyatt

  Beth has also partnered with Geo on doing some private home loans for low-income families. He still does loans, he’s just legit now.

  “I know you can,” I tease back, looking up at the monster of a man who can make my panties wet with just a look.

  “If I were in charge, I’d have you like this for the rest of your life. So fucking sexy.”

  “So f-ing uncomfortable.” I counter, leaving out the swear word. I’m still a bit of a Pollyanna, I guess, and Geo swears enough for us both.

  I’ve quit my job driving the bus. It just wasn’t practical with my condition. But Geo helped me start a volunteer program with the county. The woman that took over from Wesley Havers after he was pushed to resign worked with me to organize the details. It’s sort of an adopt-a-senior deal. I didn’t have any particular skills or hobbies to share but what I loved was just spending time with the people I worked with.

  So many of them are lonely and want someone to talk to. Someone to help them get groceries or a hand to hold at the doctor’s office. Of course, Geo and I take care of Mrs. Morrison, but I also have ‘adopted’ a gentleman who has become part of our makeshift family.

  He and Mrs. Morrison have become friends as well, and we are going to pick them both up this afternoon for some errands and then back here for dinner.

  I have to say, I never really believed in happily ever after before Geo, but we are well on our way. I’ve even taken up baking and wearing aprons. I’m pretty good at it too. I make up my own cookie recipes now, and Geo has gained ten pounds helping me taste test.

  Geo and I have turned into quite the fish people too. We still have my original tank, but we’ve also upgraded, and he had a four-hundred-gallon tank built into the wall of the family room. We’ve named all the new fish in there after Game of Thrones characters—Geo is mad about that show and is halfway through reading all the books as well. That’s something new for him, but he has become quite the voracious reader.

  I reach up and put my hands flat against his chest. I’m still amazed at his size; looking at my hands they look child sized against him.

  “I need you, baby.” Geo’s voice is thick with desire, and I glance down to see his erection straining at the fabric of his faded jeans.

  “I see.” I giggle. “You are a needy boy.”

  He reaches under my arms and lifts me onto the kitchen counter, laying me back and flipping the skirt of my dress up over my face.

  I laugh as he buries his face between my legs, tearing at the fabric there with his teeth until he tugs my underwear down and off my bare feet.

  “A hungry, needy boy.”

  I wrestle the fabric off my face to look down, but all I see is belly. I hear the sound of a kitchen stool scraping on the floor and then feel the warmth of Geo’s breath on my open sex.

  “Well, your buffet awaits,” I answer to the ceiling, then moan out his name as his mouth begins its magical dance between my legs.

  I’m coming within a minute, but Geo isn’t satisfied. A handful of orgasms later, he’s behind me, sinking into my soaking opening until his own roar of release shakes the rafters.

  As we reach our peak together, my mind is filled with all the gratitude within me for how amazing our lives have become.

  Seems like, we got our turn after all.

  15

  GEO

  EPILOGUE TWO

  TEN YEARS LATER

  “I’m home!” I bellow as I come through the front door.

  “Daddy!” Kids’ voices combine as they flood down the hall and catch me around the legs, squeezing like they’re holding on for dear life. You’d think I’d been gone for a year, not since early this morning, but I wuldn’t have them any other way.

  “Hi, hi and hi.” I rub each little head covered in dark hair. “I missed you.”

  Even our nine year old barely comes to my waist. Our other two, Matthew and Helena, are five and three, and they cling to one leg together as I continue to walk and they all squeal and laugh.

  “We missed you too, daddy.”

  It’s mid-July and the older two are out of school for the summer. We are leaving tomorrow for our beach house up north, so Nicci has been busy organizing and packing while I’ve been out taking care of some business with Beth.

  I took all the money I’d saved and began doing some real estate development with her, and it’s done remarkably well. I try not to travel, so she does most of the out of state legwork, but occasionally I have to take a day trip here and there for closings and other business.

  “Hi there.” Nicci comes around the corner from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a red dish towel. She’s dressed in a pair of skin tight white shorts and a cut off t-shirt, and she looks gorgeous as hell.

  She still has her boyish style, but over the years she’s sexed it up a bit, and today’s outfit tells me she’s either horny or wants something from me.

  Not that I ever deny her anything, but she likes to bait me a bit when she has a larger than normal request.

  We meet in a few steps and I lean down and give her a deep kiss, listening to the kids groan. They should be used to our displays of affection by now, but you know kids. Anytime mom and dad show how much they love each other it’s a total gross-out.

  “Those shorts are asking for trouble.”

  There are no panty lines and I can tell she’s without a bra as well.

  “Are they?” She asks innocently, turning her head to try to look at her own ass. “I think they’re cute.”

  I reach down with one hand and smack her cheek, making her yelp and the kids all run screaming in mock horror.

  Sliding my other hand down under the tight waistband, I’m barely able to get my long finger to the top of her slit. One more push and my middle finger is on her clit and she lets out a gasp.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I growl. “Aching for you. My mouth watering for you.”

  Even after all these years, I want her as much as those first days, sometimes more. I don’t think that will ever change and I don’t want it to.

  She nods toward the family room where all three kids are now plopped on the floor in front of the TV. “You need to be fast. We might sneak away for five minutes.”

  “I can do some magic in five minutes.” I pull my hand out and press it to the top of her head, turning her around then guiding her in front of me down the hall to our bedroom.

  Once we’re inside, I’m already unbuckling my belt and stripping while Nicci hops on the bed and starts jumping, her tits bouncing, the half shirt riding up and showing them off. Then she wiggles her ass as she spins and smiles. “The clock is ticking.”

  “You better be ready to put your money where you mouth is,” I say through gritted teeth.

  She stops her bouncing and lifts the cropped t-shirt, teasing me as I drop my pants and boxers, getting harder by the second. A moment later, she’s stripped as well looking at me with hunger in her eyes.

  I growl as I rub the length of my cock, admiring the way her body has changed over the years. It bears the marks and curves of our children these days, and it’s been an honor watching her grow into the mother and woman she is today.

  After soothing my cock for a new more strokes, I strip my shirt and walk over the edge of the bed.

  “Jesus, you are trying to make me cum before I get my cock inside you somewhere, you know that?”

  She nods and giggles. “It’s a fun game, watching you like this.” She bites her bottom lip, then brings one hand to cup a tit as the other slips down between her legs.

  And I nearly lose it.

  “Get on your back. Head off the edge of the bed. I’m going to fuck that sassy mouth of yours.”

  “Oh goody, then what? Pussy? Ass? Oh,” she claps as she drops to her knees, then rolls on her back, scooting to the edge of the bed and hanging her head there. “Maybe a nice titty fuck?”

  “Your mouth is making promises our timetable can’t handle. Just shut up and suck my cock, I’ll
decide what the rest of our five minutes entails.”

  I hold the tip to her lips and she opens wide. But instead of taking me inside, she drops her head a few more inches and grabs my balls, bringing them to her lips.

  “First things first.” She whispers, then the warmth of her mouth covers one side, drawing it inside and I close my eyes as my head falls back.

  I grip my cock again, running my hand from the base to the head, and feel the slick cum that is already seeping out.

  She works both my balls before I press the tip of my cock to her lips again and ease it down her throat.

  When she moans, I do to. I love this position. I can fuck her deep, watching her throat take my cock as my balls slap against her forehead. Before long, I’m on the edge and I want inside that juicy cunt that is the world’s best cum extractor.

  I lean over, grab both her tits and squeeze until she yelps, then I pull my cock out as she gasps for air.

  “Ass up.”

  I help her up and over as she wiggles into position, her face planted in the bed, back arched, ass high, just the way she knows I like it. As an added bonus, she reaches around to pull herself apart for me, exposing all of what’s mine.

  “You sure it’s the pussy? Not the ass?” She teases as I look to see her cunt already dripping.

  “If we had time, I’d do both, but we don’t. Pussy.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  I line up, gripping her hips and leaning forward. “My wish is for you to fuck me. Come on. I want to see you fuck me, Precious. Show me how dirty you are for me.”

  She pushes her hips back, her soaking warmth engulfing me. “I’m only dirty for you. You are my everything.” She moans as she starts to rock back and forth, taking each inch deeper as I raise my hands and clasp them on the top of my head, letting her do the work.

  “That’s my good girl. My precious. Mine. All mine.”

  In a few seconds our bodies are slapping together and I release my hands from my head, holding her hip with one and bringing the other down on the side of her ass with a smack, and that’s all it takes for her to come undone.

  I follow closely behind, exploding with jets of cum that seep out around my cock, and I reach down to scoop them up before leaning over and holding my soaking fingers to her lips. She sucks them in without hesitation and I know I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

  We both hear commotion outside the door and know our five minutes are up.

  “Later,” I start as I pull my cock from her. “It’ll be ass time, then shower, then I’m going to eat your pussy until you pass out.”

  “Aww.” She flips over onto her back, then sits up, her hands on my chest. “Such a romantic.”

  We scramble into some clothes and head back out to find the kids in a pile in front of the TV, battling for some toy that none of them probably really want; they just don’t want the other one to have it.

  I let Nicci handle the tussle as I work my way to the kitchen to start dinner.

  Every day I look at her with wonder. The years only make her more beautiful. They also make us closer, our family better, our world happier.

  Not that we haven’t had our struggles, our sad times.

  Mrs. Morrison passed away about five years ago. She was the crazy great grandmother the kids loved. We still both volunteer at the county’s Adopt-A-Senior program that Nicci started, so we are blessed to have an extended family of wonderful older folks that bring warmth, stories and love into our lives.

  Nicci’s mom is also in our lives, albeit in a limited way. She’s straightened herself out, but can’t seem to settle into a life without drama, so we love her but keep our boundaries. She also never did come clean with who Nicci’s father was for sure, but I think Nicci has made peace with it.

  I knew when I first saw Nicci, my world would change. It was the change I needed. And although we had a bit of an odd start, I think things took the path they were supposed to.

  Destiny figured out a way to put us together and I’ve spent every day since being grateful to whatever force brought her into my life. She is my everything.

  And as for being a father?

  Well, I can’t even explain the love I feel for my family.

  Every year it just gets better. We got our turn in the end.

  And so much more.

  WHEN SHE’S MINE

  Chapter One

  Decker

  “It was just a handjob.” Claudia rolls her eyes like this is a joke. “That’s barely even anything. I didn’t even kiss him, for chrissake.”

  She’s looking everywhere but at me as if avoiding my eyes is going to change the outcome for her. “You know the rules,” I say.

  Believe it or not, it hurts me every time this happens. I want to help them all, but in the end, they have to help themselves too. I can’t do it for them.

  “I’m great at handjobs. I got him off in like twenty seconds. I mean,” Claudia attempts to look pitiful, “it’s almost like shaking someone’s hand. Would you fire Allister for shaking hands with one of the guys?”

  Allister, my right-hand man, pipes up. “Congratulations on your skill set. And no, it is not like shaking hands.” His sarcastic answer doesn’t hide his own disappointment. His voice has always been low, but when he’s disappointed it takes on extra weight, extra gravity. It’s a bit like if a bass drum was suddenly able to speak.

  He’s more pissed off this time than usual, and he hates firing girls as much as I do. It’s because he’s the one that talked me into hiring her – even when I expressed my doubts that she would take the opportunity seriously. Looks like I was right, but I don’t take any pleasure in that.

  It’s too bright in here. The light and the situation drives ball-peen hammers into my temples and I rub them with my middle finger.

  I look at the file open on my desk, then glance around the room. I can’t make an exception for her. The rules are the rules, that’s why we’re all in here. It’s my job to deliver the bad news.

  I’m momentarily distracted by the surroundings of my office. They’re far from interesting. White gloss, cool air. Actually, the temperature in here is fine, but it feels cold. My office at the back of the club needs some warming up and organizing. I despise disorder.

  The white gloss paint is there because that’s what I like. Clean, pure and without blemish. Neatly stacked pillars of white boxes, labeled with their contents and color coded by unpacking priority, line one wall. My new office furniture was delivered last week – at least it got me out from behind the folding banquet table which had been my temporary desk for a month. The place needs artwork and some other touches, but I just haven’t had the time.

  Seems that’s a theme with me because my house looks the same way and I’ve lived there for five years.

  I listen as Allister heaves a deep breath in and out.

  Allister is my General Manager. He’s also my best friend. If you saw him on the street, you’d probably cross to the other side. But he’s one of the best people I know. Heart of gold and the size of Texas.

  He’s shaking his bald head, running a hand back and forth over it while he stares at Claudia. It’s unusual for him to step in, to try to persuade me to take on a girl against my better judgement. But I guess he took pity on her – early twenties, brunette, streetwise attitude. Maybe she reminded him of someone, I don’t know. I didn’t push it.

  As for her, she’s glaring back and forth between us like she can’t understand what she’s done wrong. And that is exactly her problem.

  But this is my club and I have to work damned hard to keep it.

  It’s one in a chain that I own. Monarch night clubs. They are a mash-up of trendy, urban bar with a side order of gentleman’s club. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not seedy at all. I’ve made my name in this industry by keeping the seedy element away and that’s the way I intend it to stay. Which is why I have to be strict with the girls. Today it’s a handjob, tomorrow a blowjob. Once you start dow
n that road there’s no turning back.

  I suppose “gentleman’s club” isn’t really the right label. I mean, I do have dancers, but they don’t take their clothes off. They don’t wear a whole lot to begin with, but they also don’t take anything off.

  They dance, and they do it well enough that they don’t need to show their bodies. Are they sexy? Yep. Do the men in the clubs wish they were dropping clothing? Of course. But while they work for me it’s not happening.

  My clubs have a fine dining area, a dance floor with a bar. Classy, trendy. And then there is the ‘back wall’ as it’s come to be known. The dancers are not center stage, but they are a huge draw. Somehow, I’ve managed to create a club where women and men feel comfortable coming in, but there is still an atmosphere of the upscale gentleman’s club – without the slimy element.

  Monarch V is the jewel in my so-called crown of successful nightclubs, and I am obsessed with how everything is presented, from the staff to the decor. But my office could use some warming up. I love what I do, but it’s beginning to wear on me. I’m also an obsessive planner, and my plan is to work another few years, then turn everything over to Allister and see if life has anything else in store for me. I’m not old, but I’m not young either, and as much as growing this business and helping out all these girls has been my reason for getting out of bed every day for a long damn time, there has to be more, I’m just not sure what that ‘more’ is.

  It took the better part of a year to get this particular club up to the zoning standards the surrounding high-brow community demanded. But, in the end, it will be worth it. Having a club on this side of town, and in this prime location, will pay off in spades. On weekends, the queue is already lined around the block and we’ve only been live a little over a month.

  Guess all the pearls and bowties that live around here are just as eager for a little fun as anyone else. I see the same folks that sat on their pious high horses in the local government planning meetings, the ones who were giving me shit about putting in the club, drinking and whooping it up here every night of the week.