Does everything he do right now have a direct line to my pussy? Unreal.
He spanks me again and again as I hold my breath before feeling his hand on the back of my neck as he moves my hair to the side.
As he spanks me again he leaves his hand there and leans forward and kisses me right where my neck meets my shoulders and it sends a chill from the top of my spinal column all the way to the bottom and then to my ass which he playfully backhands this time before coming down again with his palm open and palming my globe hard, his fingernails digging into my ass meat.
But suddenly the incredible sensation of his hand on my ass isn’t the one I notice most as his other hand slides around from the back of my neck and finds the underside of my jaw lifting it slightly, supporting it, but stretching it at the same time as he applies the slightest of pressure increasing my euphoria.
“Oh my god, yes,” I mumble as I close my eyes and take in the entirety of this experience.
His fingers move around my neck more like a massage as he continues to redden my ass as my hamstrings flex and my feet rise causing him to change the angle of his hand which picks up it’s pace on my backside.
Before suddenly I feel myself being picked up like a rag doll as my knees find the bed along with my palms.
“You wanted the animal?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.”
I feel his hips against my ass as the head of his cock slide through my folds.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. I’m yours,” I say and years of pent up sexual frustration, juvenile flirting, miscommunication, secrets, and pent up desire come to an end as he enters me slowly opening my walls in a way his mouth, and my fantasies, could only dream of.
He pulls back slightly and I moan out. “No!”
“I’m not going anywhere, beautiful. Now that I’ve got you I’ve got you forever.”
I realize I missed him the minute my body sensed him dragging back out through my walls. He wasn’t leaving me, it was only the thought of it which triggered my fear of loss, but I’ll never lose him because I’m not letting him get away.
I reach around behind me grabbing his hips just in time to feel them flex before they slide forward as he enters me slightly deeper than before.
My head jets forward and my mouth opens but no sound comes out until he slides backwards again allowing me to exhale.
“Don’t hold your breath. You’ll pass out.”
“I’ve been holding my breath waiting for this my entire life. A few more seconds won’t matter.”
“Listen to me,” he says his hand coming around underneath my chin again, but this time his lips are just inches from my ear.
“You mean everything to me. You know that now with absolutely certainty. No more playing around. No more gray area,” he says, his cock still inside me. “You’re mine and that means forever. And it’s my job to protect you and keep you safe, just like it always was. Now listen to me…please. Breathe. You have to.”
“Okay,” I say softly. “Okay,” I repeat even softer.
The thought of finally having someone to really look after me is heartwarming, but now is not the time for that…and he gets it as he slide back in and out of me with a quickening pace as he leans back, his hands finding my hips and before long he’s moving my midsection forward and back as he’s practically sliding me forward and backward on his rod horizontally.
My hair goes everywhere wildly as I try and bury my head in a pillow to muffle the scream that I know is coming and to position my body so I can move my ass even higher in the air so he can change the angle getting even deeper, but when he finds my spot all thoughts about everything are gone and I just enjoy the ride.
Until.
“Oh fuck. I can’t hang on. I can’t. I’m gonna.”
I feel his hips slam into me again and his balls slap my ass from behind and then he pulls back and repeats it, but this time there’s no feeling of his balls as I know they’ve pulled up and what’s happening next is…
“Fuck!” he yells as he unloads his warm gift inside me as my neck spasms, my mouth opens, and then I bite down hard on my lower lip just before I follow his release with one of my own.
“Oh fuck!” he moans in-between attempts to catch his breath as he feels my walls tighten and then I explode on him again.
He continues to climax in waves until finally his hands go limp on my sides and he falls sideways taking me with him, his cock still buried deep inside me.
We say nothing, instead just lying there as “Big Spoon” as I like to call him, cuddles “Little Spoon.”
But this time we’re not on the couch at his place. We’re taking advantage of that floor to ceiling view of San Francisco as his cock remains inside me, not even coming close to moving toward a flaccid state.
“You feel like you're still ready,” I say after what seems like ten minutes of watching the clouds roll in over the Golden Gate Bridge. It’s like a postcard, but live and in real time.
“I’m always ready for you,” he says. “But this time I’m going to make love to you, because that’s how I feel and that’s what you deserve.”
“I wanted exactly what I got and I’ll never forget it…but yes. I want your love.”
“You’ve got my love, you always have it because you’ve always been mine,” he says.
“Awww,” I say reaching my hand back behind me and finding his head, before I turn my neck sideways so he can kiss me.
“It’s just official now.”
“Official or unofficial I’m just glad I’m yours and your mine. End of story.”
“This isn’t the end, baby. This is only the beginning.”
CHAPTER 12
Autumn
I wake up in the morning to the sun coming in through the curtains and see that beautiful Golden Gate Bridge. But my eyes quickly focus from out the window to right next to the bed.
There he is, sitting in a simple chair right next to the bed watching me sleep.
“Were you watching me?”
“For about fifteen minutes. I just woke up. Did anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful when you sleep by the way? So peaceful.”
“No one’s ever seen me sleep but you, silly. You know that.”
“And no one besides me ever will.”
He leans forward from the chair and his knee finds the floor and there’s a small black box just inches from my face.
I quickly come up on my elbows and furiously rub my eyes as he pops open the box to reveal a beautiful engagement ring.
“Oh my,” I say.
“Beautiful, this was my mother’s. She was the first, and only, woman who meant everything to me. But that was when I was a boy. This ring was recovered after what happened and it’s the one thing I’ve always held on to and cherished, as it’s my memory of her. But as much as I value those memories I see this ring as more of a symbol of the one woman who means the most to me in this world, and there’s no one who deserves that title like you do. And I want you to wear it, to have it, not only as a symbol of my love for you, but as a reminder of your love for me. Not that either of us will need it, because we’re going to be together each and every day, trying to make each day even more jaw dropping than the day before it. And believe me, each day is going to be jaw dropping. So I want to set the stakes high here. I want this ring to be my promise to you that I’m going to treat every day like it’s our last and love you with that same tenacity. You’re mine now and I’m all in…all in on showing you just how much you mean to me every second of every day. And you took my breath away the first second I saw you, and now all I ask is you give me that one second back, but in that one second you give back to me use it to give me everything. Use it to say ‘yes.’ Will you marry me?”
I’ve never heard something more beautiful in my life and the fact that I could see he was simply speaking from his heart and he hadn’t prepared any of it made it all the more
special.
My hands reach out for him as I pull his face into mine kissing him hard.
“Yes,” I say softly. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
He carefully removes the ring from the box and slides it on my finger. A perfect fit. It was meant to be, just as we were all along.
For the rest of the morning we make slow, gentle, tender love as we look into each other’s eyes.
And he was right. He set the stakes high last night and he’s already exceeding them today.
But I almost have to laugh when I realize we left the restaurant after midnight and this is technically all still today.
So yeah, he’s set the stakes really high today.
And the best part is I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings…and the day after…and the day after…and the day after…
EPILOGUE
Connor
Five years later
“Daddy,” my four-year-old son Cooper says.
“Yes, buddy.”
“Why are you and mommy always together?”
“Because we’re best friends.”
I look down in time to see him squint as I walk with him through the park hand in hand. We’ve got a loaf of bread and we’re on a mission to find some ducks this morning.
“But in school yesterday,” he begins referring to his preschool, “Miss Schultz said that when two people get married they’re more than just friends.”
“Well. Miss Schultz is right. Mommy and I are best friends, but we’re not ‘just friends’ either.”
“What does that mean?” he says with a confused look.
“That means we also love each other and we wanted you to join us. We wanted a family together. You’re part of our family.”
“Is that why we’re having Summer?”
“Yes. Exactly. Summer will be the next addition to our family.”
“What’s addition?”
“Part. Member. She’ll make our family go from three to four. We’ll be adding one. That’s what addition means...to add.”
I watch as he furrows his brow and adds the word to his vocabulary databank for future use.
And I’ll be the first to hear it too because Autumn and I have decided to homeschool him. As much as we were all for him being in preschool and interacting and socializing with other kids, we think the best decision now is to raise him under our own guidance. We watched how his days at preschool went compared to how he is at home and we see way more benefits to being the ones in his life who teach him. There are certainly benefits to a school, but a personalized education, in line with standards of course, is just something we feel strongly about. And we’ve read a lot of studies and talked to some parents who are also homeschooling and everything seems so positive about it. At least it’s worth a shot.
And we really love this every day together thing we’ve got going on and we want the kids to be a part of it too. Plus nobody cares more about our kids’ education than we do.
And with a second one on the way, and me working more desk shifts it only makes more sense.
Plus there’s always the option that I start a security firm at some point soon and free up even more time. I’ve got enough contacts at the station now that I know I could get a couple of the older guys who are nearing retirement to work with me. They’re mostly just looking for something less dangerous than real police work, but something that keeps them active. Security work is perfect for that. And those guys would be beating down my door for shifts, which means even more free time for me.
The decision is getting even more obvious by the day. It’s time to pull the trigger, just like Autumn did five years ago when she finally made a move and told me how she really felt about me.
“I think I’m going to love Summer,” Cooper says as if he’s been giving it some real serious thought these last few seconds.
“Of course you will, little man. She’s your sister. Not only will you love her, but you’ll protect her and look out for her too.”
“I will?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll show you how it’s done. I’m an expert.”
“Okay. Thanks, dad,” he says and I feel the grip from his little hand tighten in mine as he realizes everything is going to be okay.
He starts to skip and then he stops.
I know the look he’s giving me. He’s having a thought. His mind is doing some mental math. Some addition.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, son.” I can’t wait to hear this.
“I get to be at school at home soon right?”
“You sure will. Are you excited about it?”
“Yeah! But will I get to meet other kids? Will I get to have a best friend?”
“Of course buddy. You’ll still play little league baseball and go to the park and walk the dog and have a lot of time to meet other kids your age.”
“Okay, good,” he says as if the problem on his mind has been quickly resolved.
“Why were you worried about that?”
“Because I want to have a best friend like you and mommy. And I want you to show me how to protect her and make sure she’s always safe and happy.”
“You will, buddy. In time.”
“I should start planning now,” he says. “You say it’s always good to be a man with a plan.”
I try not to laugh, as I do like the idea of him planning things, but this is over the top...especially for his age...even though he is our “little man.”
I smile and rub his blonde hair with my hand.
“That’s one thing we don’t need to plan out right now, amigo!” I say. “But you can keep your eyes open. You’re going to meet a lot of nice kids this year, and the next, and the one after, and after...”
“What’s amigo?”
“That’s Spanish for friend, but let’s make up another word that rhymes with it, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Ready?”
“Ready!”
“Okay, my word is…” I watch as he hangs on to my last syllable waiting to learn another word. “…wego!”
“What’s…wego?”
“It’s a word I made up for we and go, or we could add another word and make it ‘wegonnago’…as in we gonna go over there and feed those ducks!
His head snaps around and the minute he sees them his hand breaks free of mine and he’s tearing across the grass of the park making a beeline for the pond.
“Slow or you’ll scare them!” I yell, but it’s no use.
But he does have a plan as he circles a group of them and slowly moves closer. The little guy’s a planner. I like it.
But if I’ve learned one thing in life it’s that you only really need one plan. One real good one. And it’s probably the same for all of us men out there.
Just find that one woman, that woman you can’t live without, and grab a hold of her with everything you’ve got and make her yours.
And make sure she knows that she’s yours by showing her every minute of every day.
And then everything just falls right into place.
I’m living proof. Yeah, it took me a while to figure it out, but guys are slow to develop.
But once she gave me a little nudge, okay a big nudge, things fell right into place.
And we’ve been best friends ever since.
And that’s the reason we’ll never be “just friends” again.
Because she’s my everything.
My best friend. My wife. The mother to my child and soon to be children.
And she’s mine all mine.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
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bsp; Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
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