by Sam Crescent
He snorted. “You’re not. I want you.”
“You can’t have everything.”
“I’m Wolfe Montgomery. I can have whatever I want.” He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her close and claiming her lips, hard.
He had to have her, taste her, let her know the passion he had building up inside him, only for her. She’d been the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind.
The women he’d been on dates with, he’d taken them to whatever event was needed and afterward, taken them home. He had no desire to step out on his wedding vows. He made them with the intention of keeping them.
Even then, using Rachel for his own means, he’d known she was special in her way, and he couldn’t let her go.
She was the one person he was willing to fight for.
****
There was no way Rachel could ever trust Wolfe, not really. He was a man used to getting what he wanted and doing so by any means possible.
He didn’t want to have a divorce, but this wasn’t the Wolfe she knew from the past. There were no soft words, no romance. The room had a few candles, but he’d brought her hot chocolate. There wasn’t any wine or champagne, no chocolates, and this wasn’t a hotel room.
The kiss deepened, and he traced her lips with his tongue. She opened up with a little moan as he plunged inside. She couldn’t resist touching his tongue with her own as she pressed her body against his.
Wolfe broke the kiss first, taking her cup from her and placing it on the table along with his.
He rested back against the sofa, and his hands were on her face, taking her lips once again. Rather than pull back, she moved closer, straddling his waist.
One of his hands sank into her hair as the other glided down her back to grasp her ass.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you,” he said.
“Please.” She closed her eyes and ground her pussy against his cock.
He was so hard. There was no mistaking his dick for anything else.
He tugged at her shirt, and she didn’t fight him. Pulling it over her head, she threw it to one side as she attacked his, working it up over his head.
Standing up, they both got naked, their jeans falling to the floor in a heap. With her still wearing her bra and panties, Wolfe fell back against the sofa, grasping her hips and pulling her down with him.
With one flick of the catch, her bra was off and his mouth on her nipples. He pressed her tits together and began to lick and suck at the hard buds. She watched, pushing her hair out of the way as his teeth sank against her flesh.
She released a moan as he let her go.
His hands moved down. With one yank of his fist, her panties tore and his palm cupped her. He slid a single finger inside her pussy, and she whimpered his name.
“You have no idea how much I fucking want you,” he said.
His thumb stroked over her clit, and she gasped.
He plunged two fingers inside her. As he rocked her close to her peak, she couldn’t help but feel the pleasure spiral.
She was so close to the edge, but Wolfe stopped, not allowing her to come.
He shoved his boxer briefs down his thighs, and she moved out of the way as he took hold of his shaft. He was already so hard, the tip leaking pre-cum.
She didn’t even give herself time to think or to question.
Sliding down his length, she let out a gasp.
After she took him a couple of inches, Wolfe grabbed her hips and slammed her down the rest of the way.
She gritted her teeth as he went in hard and deep, almost to the point of pain. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing her face against his neck, feeling the pulse of his arousal deep within her.
Five years.
Five long, lonely years.
Wolfe felt amazing.
This wasn’t wrong. They were married. This was more right than anything else in her life.
He stroked his fingers down her back, slowly, going to her ass before drawing them back up to tease her some more.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
His hands went back to her hips, and he lifted her up. She worked with his pace, rocking up and down on his length.
She sank her teeth into her lip, trying to contain her moans, but it was no good.
When she stared down at where they were joined, the pleasure was out of this world, even better than she could have imagined.
Wolfe wasn’t done with her though.
He moved them on the sofa so he was the one who was above her. He lifted one of her legs up to rest on the sofa, and with the other, he placed it high on his hip, keeping her open. With long hard thrusts, he began to fuck her, taking what he wanted.
“Look at us, Rachel. Watch my cock take you. Your pussy is so fucking tight. I can’t get enough of you. I want to fuck you so hard, all the freaking time.” He pounded inside her, and she cried out his name.
He reared back, keeping her legs open, and his fingers stroked over her clit.
She was open to him. There was no getting away.
He played with her pussy, making her come not once, but twice on his dick. She cried out his name, and hoped their son didn’t wake up.
Not as he dropped her legs, and began to fuck her even harder.
Little ripples of release rushed through her as he rocked a part within her that kept her pleasure repeating, forcing her to come more.
She was completely mindless, nor did she care about what she was doing. She was supposed to be trying to find a way to convince Wolfe of a divorce, not fucking him.
As he came, she heard his growl, felt his cock twitch, and knew he’d found his own release.
He collapsed onto the sofa, and she took his weight, feeling content for the first time in so long. The last time she felt this way, it was her wedding night, before she learned the truth.
If only she wasn’t so freaking scared she’d made the same mistake again when it came to him.
Chapter Nine
Rachel was avoiding him and trying really hard to do so. Wolfe had no doubt if they were at the picnic, she’d find a million reasons to be anywhere else but with him. For now, though, they were home, with Benjamin running around gathering all the things she needed for her potluck.
Wolfe stood in the kitchen doorway, watching her.
He’d woken up this morning with her in his arms.
It had been one of the best mornings he’d ever had. On their wedding night, he didn’t get to wake up with her. She was already gone come morning.
“So we have several pies done now.”
“Can I go play?” Benjamin asked.
She glanced toward him, and Wolfe saw she wanted to deny their son the chance to play on a Saturday.
“You go ahead, son,” he said. “I can help your mom.” He grabbed an apron, putting it over his head.
Benjamin cheered as he ran out of the room and went straight upstairs.
“There was a time he used to loving being in the kitchen with me.”
“Was this before you had a freak-out about being alone with me?” he asked.
“I’m not freaking out about being alone with you. Don’t be silly. I’m not worried. Why would I be? We’re just two people, two married people enjoying space. It’s fine. Totally fine.”
“And you’re not rambling on because your nerves are getting the better of you?” he asked.
She glared at him. “I’m fine.”
“I saw the way you freaked out this morning,” he said, moving around the counter.
Her hands were clenched into fists, and he wondered if she wanted to hit him.
“I didn’t freak out. It’s not every single day I wake up to a man watching me sleep.”
“You drool a little, just so you know.”
“What? You can’t go around saying those things.”
“I figured it was because I fucked you into oblivion.”
She covered her ears and then her face. “Our son is h
ere.”
“He was home last night. We didn’t wake him up.” He stepped up close to his woman and cupped her arms. “Do you think one of your sisters will take him for the night and I can get you to scream the house down?”
“Not happening. Last night was a mistake,” she said.
She pulled out of his arms.
Any other man would be upset at her rejection. He wasn’t any other kind of man.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said.
“Wolfe, this doesn’t change the fact I want a divorce.”
“You’re going to have to change your mind on that. I’m not giving you one, simple as that.”
“You really want to live the rest of your life like this? Where I feel like this is a mistake and you’re always contradicting me?”
“It won’t always be like this.”
She shook her head. “I’ve got work to do.”
She stood back to the counter and started to work on the pie crust. He’d watched her make so many pies already this morning.
He waited a few seconds, moving toward the back of her, and then, he touched her. He put his hands on her hips, which he fucking loved. He couldn’t get enough of them. They were round, curvy, and he loved holding onto her as he took her.
She had such a nice, tight pussy. As far as he was concerned, last night was the first time of many nights to come. There was no way he was going to let her go, not when he was so close to having her.
Wolfe had no doubt he could win this.
Rachel was worth it to keep on fighting for.
“Wolfe?”
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel this.” He pressed his cock against her ass. Pushing his hand beneath her apron, he went down the front of the shorts she’d picked to bake in. He didn’t allow a pair of panties to get in his way either. Pushing them aside, he found her slit and began to play with her clit. Up and down, he stroked her nub, brushing his lips across her neck. “You’re wet for me, Rachel.”
“Wolfe?”
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t like having my fingers on your pussy, and I’ll step away from you right now, and let you get back to baking. If that’s what you really want to be doing, baking.” Using two fingers, he worked her clit, sliding down either side of her, pressing them together to make her feel surrounded.
With his other hand, he released the string of her shorts and pushed them down until they were around her ankles.
Still playing with her pussy, he released his own cock, stroking the length.
“Hold the counter,” he said.
She gripped the edge of the counter, and he tilted her hips to create the right angle, and found her entrance. Sliding his cock inside her, he closed his eyes, basking in the pleasure of her tight cunt surrounding him. She was everything.
He stopped stroking her clit to hold the cheeks of her ass open so he could watch her taking his cock.
He pulled out of her, seeing her cream on his dick before sliding inside her, going to the hilt.
Letting go of her ass, he held her hip and started to touch her pussy again, playing with her clit, drawing her closer to an orgasm.
He wanted to fill her with his cum again.
Last night, he’d filled her to the brim. He’d not been with other women, but he’d spent a lot of time taking care of his own needs, thinking about this moment. From the moment she left him, Wolfe knew he’d win her back when he was ready, and now he was.
She wasn’t going to get away again.
If he had to knock her up for her to see that, he’d do it. He’d already checked her bedroom and bathroom, and even her bag. There were no pills to stop her from getting pregnant, and he didn’t intent to wear a rubber to fuck his wife.
“Please,” she said.
The whimper fell from her lips, and he slammed to the hilt and continued to play with her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm with every passing second.
She moaned his name, and having no choice but to let go of her hip, he placed a hand over her mouth. “I better keep you silent as I don’t want to be interrupted.”
Her pussy clenched around him at his orders.
He brought her off, holding her in place as she came.
Only when she’d finished, and the last of her orgasm subsided, did he grab her hips and fuck her even harder, making her take his cock.
He pounded inside her, and Rachel had no choice but to hold onto the counter otherwise he’d have pushed her into it with the force of his thrusts. With how wet and tight she was, he didn’t last much longer. He came hard, making sure he was buried within her, hoping his cum would flood her womb, and they’d make a baby. Last time, it didn’t take much at all, and he anticipated they would be pregnant soon.
Kissing her neck, they were both panting for breath.
“I don’t think you should use that dough. There’s no way I’d be able to go to the potluck tomorrow thinking about people eating the pie we’d fucked against while you were making it,” he said.
She laughed. “I won’t. I can’t believe we did that.”
He licked over her pulse and pulled out of her. He bent down to gather up her panties and saw his cum leaking from her pussy.
Cupping her cunt, he began to push his release back inside her, not wanting her to lose a single drop.
The next time he took her, he was going to have to find a reason to prop her up so there was no way any part of him could come away.
So she didn’t panic, he put her panties back in place but cupped her, pushing them against her so she would think it was her own arousal she felt.
She moaned, and he stood behind her, biting down on her neck.
“I think we both know who you really belong to.”
“We’ve got to stop doing this,” she said.
“Why? When we’re having so much fun and we’re already married. I know I’m not the best husband, but I’m working on it and I want to be for you.” He wasn’t lying now.
He wanted to have sex with his wife.
Fucking her wasn’t just about getting her pregnant; he did want to feel her against him.
Knocking her up was just a fast track for him to get what he wanted.
He’d never claimed to be anything other than an asshole. He got what he wanted by whatever means necessary.
****
The day of the potluck, Rachel hadn’t ever felt so nervous. This was the first time she and Wolfe had stepped out together as a family with Benjamin. Wolfe insisted on taking his car, and they’d loaded up the pies she’d baked, minus the two she’d been preparing when Wolfe decided he wanted her.
After he had sex with her in the kitchen, he’d stayed to help clean up the mess, and even make a couple of pies himself. She’d never thought of him as domesticated before, but he’d followed her instructions without question, and she found it nice just to be near him. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time, and she knew she needed to get herself together.
There was no way he’d give her a divorce if he thought for a second she was still aching for him, wanting him.
You are!
She pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the day. Wolfe parked up in one of the few available spaces outside the closed diner.
Everyone would be at the town square near the church. This was the town’s way of bringing together the community, and they believed it all started with food, sharing, and extending to love. She didn’t know what she believed.
The moment the car was in park, Benjamin was out of the car, but like the good kid he was, waiting at the trunk of the car so they could unload the pies.
Wolfe lifted the trunk, and Benjamin grabbed two pies, rushing toward the tables in the center of the square.
“Does this happen every Sunday?” Wolfe asked.
“No. Once a month unless there’s bad weather, and then it gets postponed or canceled until the following month.”
“And everyone brings something?”
“Yep.”
“You
enjoy this?”
“I love this part. The preparing and stress of making sure I don’t poison anyone, not so much.”
“Why do it?” Wolfe asked. “You don’t have to do any of this. You’re free to live your own life, and if they take offense, who gives a fuck?”
“I do. I would care. The point is, after all the hard work is done, I get to the part I actually like. If I don’t put in the effort, I don’t get this. It’s rather easy to work out.” She picked up the tray. “Oh, and I won’t be taking any of these home. If there’s leftovers, it gets given out to anyone who wants it at the end.”
“But what if I want it?”
“Don’t be a baby. This is all about giving. Not taking for yourself.” She carried the tray over to the table and started to lay the pies out. With the job done, she returned the tray as Wolfe was doing his, and without waiting for him to be with her, she quickly disappeared within the crowd, grabbing a drink of soda and keeping a watch for him to find her.
She needed a break.
Just a couple of minutes to call herself before she had to deal with everything.
She felt completely overwhelmed by him.
When the crowd opened up and she saw him, she quickly moved behind one of the largest trees in town and watched him.
Several women approached him, all of them mothers. One of them was recently single. If only he’d give her a divorce. Even as she thought about him signing those pieces of paper though, she felt a sharp pain rush through her body. Rather than watch him to see if he found any of the women attractive, she quickly moved from her hiding spot.
Had he really been telling the truth about the past five years? She didn’t know if she could believe him, or if it was a ploy to get her to stop searching for a divorce.
Sipping at her soda, she kept on moving, hoping to avoid him.
Glancing across the town square, she didn’t look where she was going and bumped into a hard, male back.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said.
Ryan turned toward her with a smile. “It’s fine, honey,” he said. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. You know, it’s the potluck, and I like to stay as far away as possible from everyone and everything.” She smiled. “How are you?”
“Good, more than good. I’ve missed coming to hang out with you though. I drove by to see someone had mowed your lawn.”