by ChaShiree M.
“We also wanted to let you know that your crew finished installing the piping and shit too. We are having them work on the cottage for her folks while we finish the rest.” Hagen informs me of the other things being put in place for the build. Shit. I know I have been slacking on following up with the construction, but I also know my family has got it in hand. But it is good to hear confirmation that everything is on schedule.
We shoot the shit a bit longer, which is working wonders for me right now. It’s giving me something else to think about, like the fact that Sven is missing, and no one knows where he is. Or the fact that Hagen seems to be a bit distracted. Finally, they get ready to leave. But Troy leaves me with one final thought. “You don’t want something inherently simple to become a gulf between you, all because you left things unsaid. Fix it!”
“Thanks, Unc.” I know he’s right. I guess I needed to vent. They all leave, and I go back upstairs. When I walk in, I stop in the doorway as I watch her sitting up, wringing her hands, and biting her lip. I wish she would just talk to me.
“How are you feeling baby?”
“I have a headache, but otherwise ok. I took the medicine you left by the lamp. Thanks.” She says.
Now I’m pissed. What the fuck is she doing thanking me for taking care of her. What kind of man wouldn’t? But I know I need to calm down, so she doesn’t clam up on me. Maybe it’s best to start with a safer topic.
“So... a baby. Can you believe it?” Still not quite alert on that one. But it doesn't surprise me. We fuck like jackrabbits.
“Yea. I am more surprised I didn’t notice. It never dawned on me, you know. I guess because I am still nursing Kileen a couple of times a day, I chalked my hormones up to the that. But a baby. I---how do you feel about it?” She asks with an uncertainty that further infuriates me. To think she somehow has it in her mind that a baby we make together could be anything but wanted from me.
“I’m ecstatic baby. My mission is to always knock you up every time I take you. So, this is great. I just want you to be happy.” She looks at me. Searching for something with intensity in her eyes. But also, shiny. As if she is harboring tears of a long held hurt. She finally nods and pulls her eyes from me, which pisses me off more.
“Lanie, tell me what’s wrong. I have tried to be patient. Tried to give you space, even though it goes against everything I believe in. But I am done with that shit. Talk to me. As your husband, I have a right to slay your demons and guard your heart. You’re robbing me of that, and it makes me angry. Tell me so we can move past this.
I can see the indecision on her face as she struggles with herself over what to do. I know I have won when her shoulders slouch and she takes a deep breath. She looks at me almost as if she is dreading the next thing to leave either of our mouths. What the hell?
“I just--are you----is…”
Ding Dong.
Who the fuck is ringing the bell at three in the morning?
“We are going to finish this. Don’t you fucking move.” I pin her with my serious stare. She nods her head and I get up. I am prepared to curse whoever it is outside our door. Opening the door to Kensington, Lanie’s baby sister standing there is a shock.
“Where is she, Brick?” Shit. There goes the conversation. For now.
“In the bedroom. And hello to you too little sis.” I say with as much sarcasm as my anger can muster. She gives me a flighty hug and beelines for my bedroom. I grab another beer out the fridge and head down to the basement. This is like the nightmare on Bleak street. Except, it’s my life.
Lanie
“Oh my God, Kensie!” I shout as she walks into my room. “I’ve missed you so much.” I stand carefully and pull her into a huge hug. I plop back down on the bed and Kensie does as well.
“What’s going on with Brick? Why does he look like someone killed his puppy?”
“I think he’s cheating on me,” I say softly letting my tears fall.
“What?” Kensie says outraged.
“I mean, I have no solid proof. But it feels like he’s keeping things from me. He’s always with her.” I am sobbing now and Kensie reassuringly rubs my back.
“Who is her?” She asks confused.
“Madalyn, his teenaged receptionist.”
“You can’t be serious. He’s not doing his receptionist.”
“How can you possibly know that?”
“Come on, Lanie. You remember what it was like when you two first got together, right?”
“Of course. I remember everything, But if you remember, I was eighteen when he claimed me. Maybe he has a thing for eighteen-year-old girls.” I say.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Lanie. He was head over heels in love with you for an entire year before he made his move. He never told you that?”
“No,” I say shocked. A whole fucking year?
“He probably didn’t want to scare you, but the whole friggin’ town knew.”
“The whole town?”
“Yep. You recall him going toe to toe with dad for months, and how dad went on and on for months about you being too young? He was insane for you.” My parents, Jim and Natasha are amazing people. They had this crazy ability to be both disciplinarians and friends. I never took advantage of them, but I hope I can be half the parent’s they are. With Thom and Stacy on the other side, I know our children will have the best of everything.
When Kensie was still a senior in high school, they won the lottery. A huge lottery. I knew my mother’s dream was to travel the world. So, I helped them out. Erik and I took Kensie into our spare room, so that they could retire and begin to live their dream. She had already been accepted to the University of Chicago, which my parents completely paid for before they left. All in all, it was only six months she was with us. But my parents were having the best time.
It’s now six years later and they are ready to come back home for good. They came home for Kensie’s high school and college graduations, and when Kileen was born. But they are missing out on so much and they know it. Kensie is already in her second year of med school. They sold their house when they left, but honestly, we didn’t have many memories there. It’s going to be good to have them home again.
“I know. I fell in love with him so quickly. He’s my everything,” I say smiling.
“We could tell. He went super caveman and took you anyway. And he’s never let you go. I can’t wait for that to happen to me,” she says dreamily.
“It will, Kensie,” I say. She has always wanted a storybook love.
“Yeah right. If it hasn’t happened by now it’s not going to, but there’s no way he doesn’t love you,” she says. I frown at her. She’s only twenty-three. There is so much time left for her.
“You’re right. It’s probably just my hormones,” I say changing the subject.
“You are going to have talk to him.”
“Do I have to? Can’t I just go back to being normal?” I ask, whining.
“No. You have to talk to him.”
“I know, but I kinda wish I wasn’t so crazy, ya know?”
“I know, but you will feel better when you do. It’s just a little misunderstanding.”
“You’re right. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. So, I do have some news.”
“News?”
“I’m pregnant again.”
“Oh my God that’s awesome. Congrats. I am so happy for you guys. Maybe this is what you guys need.”
“Maybe.” I turn the light off and crawl back under the covers. Kensie gets up and goes into the guest room, leaving me all alone with my thoughts. Tomorrow, I am going to put all this behind me once and for all. I need to put my big girl panties on and deal with this situation.
What happens if I don’t like what he has to say to me? How will I survive without my Konnungar? I will never love another man the way I love him. How could I? He is the very best thing that ever happened to me and I need him. He is like oxygen to me, but I haven’t been a good wife to him. I will fix this, even
if it’s the last thing I do.
Erik
I feel like shit getting out of the car and walking into work. I should be at home with my wife figuring out what is wrong with her and giving her this cock, she loves until she tells me. But with her sister at the house, there would be no conversation being had anyway. Not to mention, I know she is going to make a beeline for my parents to pick up Kileen. Which means, there is nothing for me to do there right now.
I can bury myself in my work for the next few hours. I know almost immediately that something is amiss, because I am not greeted by the smell of coffee.
“Maddy?” I call, wondering why she isn’t in my face shoving documents and such in my face. When she doesn’t answer, I get a bit worried. I saw her car in the lot, so I know she is here. My mind races to a number of possibilities like maybe she is hurt. I storm through the rest of the office, until I get to the backroom where we store supplies. The door is closed, which is odd because it is always open. When I open it, I am met with a very sad and crying Maddy.
“Maddy. What's going on? Why are you crying?” She has no family that I know of, so that rules out a death.
“Nothing. I-I’m o-ok?” She can barely get out.
“Maddy, come out of there. Let’s go.” I walk her to the front of the office and sit her in the chair. “Tell me what’s going on?”
“I am moving.” What?
“And why would you be moving?”
“My heart can’t take the inevitability of being decimated.”
“I’m sorry. What? I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” I know it’s not farfetched, since she is a young, vibrant, and pretty young lady. Of course, she is seeing someone.
“I’m not. He doesn’t want me. I don’t know how I got it in my head, that he felt the same way about me that I feel about him. Stupid me, thinking the Sheriff would want….” She stops. Her mouth forming an O as she realizes she just said too much. Leif? Really? First my wife and now my assistant.
“Oh Maddy. I mean he is older than you sweetie. I am sure there are plenty of guys your age that would be better for you.” I know it is a bit hypocritical. Seeing as how I am older than Lanie and it didn’t stop me, but obviously he is an idiot.
“I love him. Erik. When I moved here, I knew no one. He found me sitting on a bench in front of the library looking up apartments. He drove me around for a week looking at places. He bought me lunch and dinner every night and called to check on me all the times he couldn’t. I thought...I don’t know what I thought. But I can’t stay here and see him everywhere. Inevitably, he is going to find someone to love and I am going to die of a broken heart.” She begins sobbing and every instinct in me is telling me to console her. I have a twin sister, a niece, and a daughter for fucks sake. I would want someone to console them.
I put my arm around her back and rub as she cries into my shirt. Her body is shaking as she releases all the anguish. After a few minutes, I lift her face off my chest, so she can look at me so I can tell her no man is worth this. We are interrupted at the worst possible time, by none other than Lanie and Leif.
I pull away from Maddy making to go toward my wife when I hear her say, “I was right all along. You bastard.” Right about what?
“You son-of-a-bitch.” I hear Leif roar. I don’t have time for this.
“Leif, shut the fuck up. You are one moment from catching my fist in your face, asshole. Jail be damned. It’s not what it fucking looks like. But right now, I don’t have time for your shit. Lanie, not another fucking step.”
How the hell did I get stuck in a soap opera?
Lanie
“Lanie, not another fucking step,” Erik says. His commanding voice washes over me and I pause out of pure instinct.
"Maddy, what the fuck did he do to you?" Leif asks.
"What?" Maddy responds incredulously.
"Why are you crying, diamond?"
"Not because of him. He's been nothing but nice to me."
"Then who? Tell me and I'll bury him."
"It'll be kind of hard to bury yourself, asshole."
"Me?" He asks.
"We're leaving. Lock up when you're done," Erik says, while taking my arm gently and all but dragging me to his truck.
"I drove, Erik," I say trying to stop him. I didn’t, I took one of the two taxi’s shared between Bleak and Moosehead.
"We'll get the van later. Don't start with me right now." He wrenches the passenger door of the truck open and lifts me up sitting me on the seat. Then he latches my seatbelt before quickly kissing me and shutting the door. Fuck. I miss his kisses.
Once he's in the driver's seat, he floors it and takes off like a bat out of hell. In less than five minutes we’re at our house. When he gets out, I quickly do the same. I don't need his hands on me right now. It's bad enough that his natural woodsy scent is wreaking havoc on my pussy.
I unlock the door and hurry inside. Slamming the damn door in his face. He opens it, and fuck if the determined look on his face doesn't make me want to strip and let him have his way with me. He stands with arms crossed over his chest just like a Viking of yore.
"I've tried to be patient and I've tried to be understanding. But enough is enough. What the fuck is going on in that head of yours? Are you moving onto the good sheriff?"
"What?" I ask confused. Is he asking me if I fucked Leif? "No. Shit." He looks visibly relieved.
"So, you're not sleeping with him?" He demands to know.
"You're one to talk. How can you accuse me of what you're doing?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're sleeping with pretty, perky, perfect Maddy." I spit out like its venom. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.
"Are you insane?" He asks as he grabs his junk, which makes my eyes beeline for it.
"This cock has only known your pussy and that's the way it will fucking stay until the day I die."
"My pussy has only known your cock. Only yours until I die." I say softly, the venom leaving me.
"Then what are we doing? Why won't you let me touch you?"
"In my defense I thought you were fucking your secretary. I'm no one's second choice. Since you aren't fucking her, what have you been doing? You’re not really here even when you are. You’re stressed. Kileen drives you crazy. I can't make you happy. What gives?"
"You were and never will be my second choice, not even a first choice. You were and still are the only fucking choice." I melt at this words and leap at him. He barely has enough time to catch me. I kiss him like I haven't done in months.
"Take me to bed, Konnungar."
"You think you can get away with your bratty behavior that easily?" he asks, rubbing his hand over his scruffy jaw.
"I was hoping," I say shrugging.
"I'm afraid it doesn’t work like that and you know it." Sitting down on the couch, he snaps his fingers and points to his lap. I close my eyes and let my submission wash over me. I drape myself over his lap. He lifts the hem of my dress over my ass and palms it over my panties. I stare at his thigh as my greedy pussy gushes in anticipation of what I know is coming.
I want this more than I can say. He pulls my dress the rest of the way off of my body and actually rips my panties off. So hot. Marriage kind of takes the spark out of life. Not that the sex isn't hot, I just don't bother with lingerie or panties anymore. During our first year of married life, I must have gone through a hundred pairs of panties and various teddies. He doesn't need them. When asked, he said being naked is better and I tend to agree.
I love having my pussy ready for his touch. When his hand rains down on my ass, I squirm under his harsh slaps. My pussy is all but gushing on his jean covered thigh. I feel myself centering as he sets my ass on fire. Some people won't understand, but fuck 'em.
Over and over, he gives me part of himself. The part I crave on a cellular level. The pain/pleasure he gives me is everything I need. He pauses his spanks to run two thick fingers through my soaked pussy lips. A moan comes out from som
ewhere deep inside of me.
"Are you gonna come like a good girl?" I make some kind of noise I don't recognize, and he pulls his fingers away. I mewl at the loss. "Words. Give me words from that pretty mouth." His hard cock digs into my belly and I want it. I need it.
"Yes! I'm gonna come like a good girl."
"Who's a good girl?" He asks as he’s stroking my burning ass.
"Your good girl," I breathe.
I am not prepared for the three fingers he shoves into my pussy, stroking my g-spot while using his thumb on my clit. Suddenly, I scream his name and sob from the power of my release. In this moment, I know he loves me more than anything, except for our daughter. I come and come. A torrent of girl cum ushering out of me. Holy fuck. I think I might be dead, but Erik, my husband, and my motherfucking king stokes my internal fire with light strokes before the flutter of his fingers. Honestly, the way he commands my body amazes me.
"Take me to bed, Konnungar?" I ask again, turning my head up to look at him. His lips are on mine and I twist my body to be closer to him.
"As you wish, my Thrall," he growls, while carrying me to our bed.
Briefly I am standing on my two feet. He opens the front clasp of my bra, freeing my tits for his gaze. He palms them, twisting and pulling my nipples until they are hard peaks. My head rolls back on to my shoulders.
"Get on the bed and spread your thighs for me." I do what I'm told while he strips for me. I run my fingers over my body, swiping them through my wet folds.
"Did I tell you to do that?" He asks as he grips his cock and starts stroking it.
"Nope," I say rather definitely.
"Hmm," he says climbing between my thighs. His cock invades my tight heat. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he fucks in and out of my pussy.
"Heaven," he breathes.