Sugar (Gimme Series Book 1)

by C. M. Steele

  “Yep. He’s a big brat who loves the cold,” I add, snuggling into him some more. He tightens his arms around me. This is so wonderful. His lips caress my temple, and he nudges me softly with his nose, skimming down my neck. I moan and roll my head to give him more access.

  We’re getting hot when Vlad comes trotting through on the wooden floors and jumps up on the sofa, leaning on Lucas. “Someone wants attention too,” I laugh.

  “I’m not kissing him,” he blurts out, rubbing Vlad’s head. Lucas adores Vlad, and it’s so cute to see.

  “We need to get him to some training classes,” he remarks after a minute.

  “Why? Do you think he’s too rowdy?” I ask. I know he can be playful, but Lucas hasn’t even seen that side of him yet.

  “Not at all, but I want him trained to protect you. He looks so dangerous even as a puppy, like a miniature wolf. I want him to be able to protect you and our babies if I’m at the office.” Every time he brings up babies, I want to straddle him and let him fill me up with them. Instead, I stay by his side and agreeably enjoy this peaceful time together.

  Epilogue

  Lucas

  It’s been a month of happy days and busy ones as well. Most days Jeff drives her to school and brings her back to the condo while I work. When I get home, which I’ve decided is no longer eight but rather six, there’s a nice dinner set up on the stove or takeout on the counter while she studies away.

  We talked about her classes, and she decided to change her degree to Computer Sciences. I’m proud of whatever she chooses to do or not do, but I am controlling today’s activities. It’s our other special day, and I have it planned out. I dropped off Vlad with my mother who was all too happy to look after him.

  I return back to the condo and enter the bedroom where she’s still sleeping completely naked. First, I pull the ties from the drawer and creep to the bed attaching them to the headboard. Then I lean down and kiss her while lifting her arms up to the ties and binding them together.

  “What are you doing, Lucas? Untie me now,” she yells.

  “No, sugar. You know what today is, don’t you?” I run my hands down her slender, bare arms and skimming my way down her sides.

  Her eyes widen as she remembers. “Sugar, I’m a man of my word.” Today’s the day she gets to kiss one lucky Irishman.

  “I thought you were kidding,” she pants.

  “I was, but this seems like so much fun. If you want me to stop at any time, all you have to do is say the magic word.”

  “And what is that?”

  “You’ll figure it out,” I whisper inches from her pouty lips. I kiss them, gently at first, then owning them. I pull back and stand, lifting off my dress shirt to reveal a “Kiss me. I’m Irish” tee shirt.” I drop my pants, showing her my matching boxers.

  “Mr. Fox, you’re a sly one, aren’t you?” Her thighs rub together, and I can see a hint of desire on them. I stroke my cock through my boxers, but this isn’t about making me come. Today, it’s to make her come and tie her to me forever. I climb onto the bed, grabbing her ankles and thrusting her legs apart. I look down at her wet pussy then back up into her eyes. “You like being tied up, don’t you?”

  She nods, her face flushing. I lie with my stomach on the mattress, then I grab her thighs and hook them over my shoulders. I groan, breathing in her sweet sugary aroma and slide my tongue along her seam then blow on her tender flesh. Her pussy pulses as I stroke her clit with my mouth and her depths with my fingers. Every time she bucks her hips, I pump a little faster until she’s coming on my face. I ride the fuck out of her orgasm until she calms down.

  “I need you, Lucas, give it to me,” she begs. I reach my waistband and pull the boxers off before I stretch over her running my hands over her precious skin. Her tits are calling for my attention as well. I swipe my tongue along the swell of her breast, plucking her other nipple until she squirming for me to take her again. I nearly black out as I claim her in one smooth motion. Her walls grab me tight like a vice and deliciously choke my cock until I can’t handle it anymore and come so deep inside of her, I’m sure that I left my baby inside of her this time.

  Panting and so damn in love with her, I kiss her repeatedly. It takes all my will power to pull away for just the moment I need to grab something special. I return, leaning into her and stealing one more kiss before declaring, “I love you, Lexi. From the first moment, I felt it. It took me a few hours to know it, but by the next morning, I was sure that I couldn’t be without you. Will you marry me?” I ask, almost stumbling on my words.

  She nods and gives me an emphatic, “Yes.” I reach over and undo the knot, lowering her arms and rubbing them before sliding the ring on her finger, since she was kind enough to give me the safe word I hoped for.

  “I love you, Lucas.” Those words are sweet to hear. She stares at the two-carat diamond surrounded by a ring of emeralds.

  “It’s so beautiful.”

  “Just like you, sugar.”

  “So, do you think we should go out to celebrate?” she asks.

  “Hell no. There are way too many Irish people out there today.”

  “So what are we supposed to do with our whole day?” she asks with feigned innocence.

  “I can think of a bunch of things, my sweet,” I growl, pinning her to the bed again.

  Three years later…

  Lucas

  I hear little feet running and hiding as I get off the elevator. It’s dark in the condo, but it’s also our third anniversary. I walk in and turn on the light to see my son Bennet running toward me. I scoop him up in my arms and hug him tightly, kissing his soft cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day Daddy,” he cheers.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day, Ben. Where’s mommy?”

  “The kitchen. Baking sweets.” The cheerful look on his face is so innocent, but he has no idea what his mommy does to me.

  I groan and carry him in there. Damn, I know I’m in for a wonderful sex crazed night. I enter the kitchen and my wife who is starting to show with our second turns from the stove with a red dress that flares out at the waist and an apron that reads, “Sweet on You.” Another groan passes my lips. My dick is so hard, I could break walls with the fucker.

  “Hey, Benny boo, why don’t you go put on your cartoons.”

  “Okay. And daddy, make sure you give mommy her kiss.” Oh, I’m going to give her a kiss all over her body. Then I’m going to fuck her so much she won’t be able to walk straight. She’s lucky she works from home. My sweet little computer nerd with her black glasses on.

  “I will,” I mutter, letting him down and locking the kitchen door we added after he was born. I stalk toward my sexy, tempting wife, and pull her to my body. “I love you, sugar.”

  “Prove it,” she challenges. I pick her up and set her on the kitchen island, giving her a reminder of our special anniversary.

  “There’s nothing sweeter than you,” I whisper as I make her cry out for more.

  THE END