With You (A Novella)

by J. M. Walker

  “What do you want to do?” he asked, flipping a steak on the grill.

  I told him my idea and when it would have to happen.

  Angel nodded, clapping my shoulder. “Let me make some calls. I’ll help you.”

  “Really?”

  “I know you’re closer to my age, but you are still my son-in-law. Sure, it was odd in the beginning, but you grew on me.”

  I chuckled. “Gee, thanx.”

  He only grinned. “Seriously though. I look at you as more of a friend and my daughter loves you. I’d be honored to help you with this.”

  “Thank you,” I said as Meadow came up to me.

  “Everything good?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my middle.

  “It is now,” I told her, hugging her close and kissing the top of her head.

  Her smile widened and that was the only reason I said the cheesy as fuck lines.

  “Dad.” Andrew came running toward us. “Grandma said I can eat cake this weekend!”

  We laughed at his excitement for cake.

  I crouched, ruffling his dark hair. “You can, buddy. If grandma says so. But you have to eat your vegetables too.”

  He made a face, scrunching up his nose. “No peas.”

  “I won’t make you eat any peas, sweetheart.” Jay laughed.

  “He’s definitely my kid.” I picked him up. “Aren’t you?”

  He thought a moment. “I’m mommy’s boy.”

  “Yes, you are but you’re my boy too, aren’t you?” I asked him, carrying him into the house while Meadow and her parents followed us.

  “If I must.” He sighed.

  I shot Meadow a look.

  She stopped in her tracks. “What? I never taught him that.”

  I grunted, knowing full well she did without even having to try. Andrew got his attitude from his mother. It was amusing at times, especially when she would mutter under her breath how her parents cursed her.

  We spent the early afternoon with Meadow’s parents. When it was time to leave and drive up to Ohio for our weekend away, it was still early in the evening, but we probably wouldn’t get there until late. I looked forward to spending quality time with my wife. We hadn’t had a weekend away where it was just the two of us since she was pregnant with Andrew. I wouldn’t even count that weekend really, since she spent most of it bent over a toilet due to morning sickness.

  “I’m nervous.” Meadow’s confession broke the silence between us.

  We’d only just left her parents’ place after having a late lunch, said our goodbyes to them and our son.

  “Why are you nervous?” I asked, even though I understood because I felt it too.

  “I don’t know.” Her hold tightened on my hand that was cupping her inner thigh. “I guess it’s because we don’t get much time alone anymore. Not that Andrew is a handful or anything, but you have your job and I have mine and I guess it’s just been a while.”

  “It has but we’ll spend this weekend making up for lost time.” But as I said the words, I could still feel the same nervousness rushing through me. She was right. It had been a while, a long while in fact, since we had been alone where it was just her and I. Sure, we had our moments together when Andrew went to bed, or when he was on his playdates, or when he was with his grandparents. But the moments where it was just Meadow and I were few and far between. Maybe that was another reason for our lack of communication over Sunny’s death.

  “You think we can in a matter of days, Shade?”

  I glanced at her.

  Her gaze met mine.

  “I want to try at least.”

  She nodded, bringing my hand up to her mouth. “I want to try too.”

  “Good.” I looked back out at the road ahead of us.

  “Do you think we would have had issues if Sunny were still alive?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to pay attention to how she placed my hand back on her inner thigh but higher this time.

  “I mean, that being married to more than one person is illegal in this state.”

  “We would have figured something out.” I often wondered what would have happened as well. Although if we lived together like I knew we would have, we would be married in every sense of the word. We didn’t need a piece of paper proving that.

  “When we get home after this weekend, can we go see him?”

  “Of course, baby. Anything you want.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, staring out the window.

  “What is it?” I gave her thigh a pinch when she didn’t answer me. “Hey, talk to me.”

  “I love you.” She looked at me then. “I love you so fucking much. I just want to make sure that I’m enough for you.”

  “What?” I shook my head. “Of course, you are enough for me. What makes you think that you’re not?”

  She shrugged, glancing away from me.

  Just when I was about to pull off to the side of the road so I could hold her and talk to her, I saw a motel come into view. I had planned on driving until we got to Toledo, but this was more important. It delayed our plans a bit but if I could get through to Meadow, the delay would be worth it.

  Meadow

  I wasn’t normally a self-conscious person. I said what was on my mind and did what I could to get what I wanted. But my confidence was lacking lately. It was like as soon as Sunny died, that annoying little voice inside of my head nagged at me and made me question Shade’s love for me. It didn’t make sense.

  As soon as I told Shade that I worried I wasn’t enough for him, he pulled the car into a nearby motel parking lot. He mentioned wanting to drive straight through to Toledo originally but now it seemed as if our plans had changed.

  “I thought we were going to keep going until we got to the city?” I asked Shade as he slipped the vehicle into park.

  “This is more important.”

  Before I could say anymore, he left the car and came around to my side. He opened the door, staring down at me.

  “Get out of the car, Little Lamb.” His voice took on that delicious timbre I had fallen in love with years ago. He wasn’t a dominant man by any means, that was my job, but when he was, my inner submissive purred, ready for her Master to do whatever it was that he wanted. “Meadow,” Shade barked. “I won’t say it again.”

  I swallowed hard, undid my seat belt and left the car.

  Shade shut the door, grabbed my arm, and pushed me up against it.

  I gasped, arching into him.

  He smirked, glancing down at my mouth. “I’m going to prove how much you are enough for me.”

  “Really?” I repeated, my body heating. “How?”

  “I got ideas. Maybe it’ll be for an hour. Maybe it’ll be all night.” His eyes darkened. “Can you handle that?”

  It had been so long since I had my husband for the night. Sex was fast. As amazing as it was, and with how impatient I usually was, I still wanted to take it slow. To build anticipation. To find that passion we once had. I didn’t want a quick fuck. Not always.

  Placing my hands on his chest, I stood on tiptoes and licked along his bottom lip. “The question is, Baby Boy, can you handle it?”

  He chuckled, grabbed my hands, and brought them up to his mouth. “Challenge fucking accepted.”

  I giggled, pulled away from him, and went to the trunk of the car.

  We got our bags, Shade booked us a room, and I was damn near vibrating in my skin over finally having him alone.

  The motel was small but perfect for what we planned on doing for the next few hours. When Shade stalked toward me, dangling the keys between his fingers, he waggled his eyebrows.

  I laughed, shaking my head.

  “This way, babe.” He grabbed a bag from me and led the way down the long hall. When he finally stopped in front of a door, he unlocked it and stepped inside, holding the door open for me.

  I joined him, a sense of peace washing over me that we were finally alone.

  The sound of the door sh
utting, followed by the lock clicking into place, forced a wide grin to spread on my face.

  A hot body stepped up behind me, calloused fingers pushed my hair off the back of my neck. “I need you.”

  My skin heated at the desperate whisper coming from my husband. The bag fell from my hand, dropping to the floor at the same time Shade spun me around.

  He crushed his mouth to mine, fisting my hair and tugging my head back.

  I gasped, a moan leaving me at the intense wave of ecstasy rolling off of him. He pushed me up against the nearest surface, items falling to the floor around us.

  The kiss became frantic, our tongues dancing and fighting for that control neither of us ever had. With nimble fingers, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up to his chest. He released my mouth for a mere second to rip the shirt off his torso before he was back on me.

  The scruff on his jaw scratched at me. With rough hands, he ripped open my jeans. Lifting my hips, he pulled the fabric off my lower body and tossed them to the side.

  I wrapped my arms around his thick shoulders, forcing him down harder on my mouth. The kiss was so damn deep, it was like we were trying to get into each other’s very souls.

  He released my mouth, cupped my breasts and pushed them together before sinking his teeth into one of the full mounds.

  I gasped, arching into him.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” he growled, moving down the length of my body.

  “God, so are you,” I panted.

  Hooking his fingers into my panties, he pulled them down my body, revealing every inch of my naked waist to his hungry eyes.

  Placing my feet on the edge of what I realized was a desktop, I spread my legs for him.

  “Touch yourself,” he demanded.

  He didn’t have to ask me twice. My clit was damn near throbbing for contact.

  Reaching between my legs, I didn’t even give myself a chance to get used to the touch, and just started rubbing frantically.

  “Fuck, you’re desperate,” he grit out, his eyes dropping to my center.

  “Yes. For you, Baby Boy.” My fingers rubbed and pushed, trying so damn hard to get that release I needed.

  Shade undid his pants, pulled out his swollen cock, and began running his big palm up and down the delicious length.

  My body leaked at the sight before me. “Please, I need you inside me.”

  “Tell me how you want to fuck me,” he said, his voice low.

  I shivered at the thought. “I want to be deep inside you.”

  “Yeah, you do. You’re going to be rough too, aren’t you, Meadow?”

  I whimpered. “Yes.”

  “Hmm...” He licked his lips, his hand picking up speed. “How rough?”

  “I want to break you.” We had never played with a strap-on even though I often joked about doing so. Truth was, we didn’t want Andrew to accidentally stumble upon it, so we never purchased one.

  “Fuck.” Shade groaned, taking a step toward me. The tip of his cock was mere inches from me, but he was still too damn far away.

  “Please, Shade.” As soon as the words left my lips, he slammed into me. I cried out, my pussy clenching down around him.

  A low growl left him.

  “Move, I need you to move.” I cupped the back of his neck, pushing my mouth against his.

  He pushed me back even farther and thrust in and out of me.

  “Faster,” I whimpered against his lips. “Please, baby.”

  Shade released my mouth, leaned his forehead against mine, and cupped under my knees. He brought them to my chest, thrusting forward and back.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he bit out through clenched teeth, his eyes never leaving mine.

  I arched beneath him, a sharp gasp escaping me.

  His lips found the side of my throat, biting and sucking, no doubt leaving his mark on my skin.

  A tingle started in my toes, spreading up my body until a release rocked through my very existence. His name left my lips on a scream. That only seemed to make him go faster and deeper.

  “Give me another one, Meadow,” he demanded, biting my jaw. “Fuck, baby, your cunt is so damn wet.”

  “For you.” I moaned, scratching my nails into his shoulders. “God, you’re so damn hard.”

  He chuckled, pulling away from me.

  I whimpered at the loss.

  He wrapped his hand back around his cock, stroking base to tip. “Slap your pussy.” His dark eyes met mine. “Now.”

  I grinned, landing my palm against my clit. The contact sent a shot of pleasure up my spine.

  “Again,” he barked.

  I repeated the movement.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  “That’s it, baby. Slap that naughty kitty.”

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  My palm connected with my center one more time before another release shattered through me. A gush of liquid sprayed from my body, a scream falling free from my tongue.

  Shade yelled out my name as hot jets of his cum splashed against my pussy and lower stomach.

  When we both calmed down, he was on me. With his mouth fused to mine, he lifted me into his arms and off the desk, and carried me over to the bed.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  I sighed, wrapping myself around him. “No, thank you and, Shade, that was fucking hot.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, it was.” He laid me down, went to the bathroom, and came back a moment later with a cloth. When he finished cleaning me up, he came back toward the bed. “I think when you fuck my ass, that’ll be even hotter.”

  I shivered at the thought. “God, I’ve never been with a man who’s into that.”

  Shade laid down beside me, running his fingers lightly over the faint stretch marks on my lower abdomen. It had been something he did quite often. At first, I was self-conscious of them, because I had already struggled with my weight since I was a little girl. But when he told me that he liked how the marks reminded him that I carried his son, I wore those marks proudly.

  “Remember who you married, Meadow.” A faraway look passed over Shade’s face.

  My chest tightened, knowing he was thinking about Sunny. While they never got very far in their physical relationship, I knew that if Sunny were still alive, they would have gone all the way.

  Sitting up, I slid under the blankets and pulled them up and over us. “Can I ask you a question without you getting mad at me?”

  Shade stiffened beside me. “Okay.”

  I took a deep breath, not meeting his gaze and stared up at the ceiling. “Am I enough for you? I mean, I know you’re into men and women, Shade.” I looked at him then. “Is me being a woman, enough?”

  His jaw clenched; his eyes unmoving from mine. “You are more than enough,” he finally said. “And I’m not into men and women. I’m into you, Meadow. Yes, I was with one guy before Sunny but that didn’t turn out well. After that, Sunny was the only other man I had ever been attracted to, but he was different. Sure, I’ll admit when a guy is hot as fuck, and I do consider myself bi-sexual, but there hasn’t been anyone else that I’ve wanted. It’s why I never approached you about it. Sunny was my best friend. He was my life. And then you came along and gave us both that shove we needed to tell each other how we felt. Do I wish we could have gone further before he died? Of course. But did I want to do it without you? No. Not at all. Sure, we messed around a bit when you weren’t there, but it wasn’t the same. I wanted you. I wanted you there. Watching. Getting turned on. Touching yourself. Telling us what to do and how to do it. He was always the dominant one. I could be dominant on my own, but it didn’t feel right. So I stopped sleeping with women by myself and just had threesomes with him.”

  “Are you sure? I mean, we can get another guy—”

  “No.” He shook his head, sitting up.

  I did the same, cupping his shoulder. “Baby, I mean it. If you want to find another guy that we can...” I couldn’t even say the words. I didn’t judge anyone who had open
relationships and had threesomes and so on but the idea of Shade touching someone else, even if it was in front of me, when that person could no longer be Sunny, made me want to throw up. But I would do it for him. As long as he was happy, that was all I cared about.

  Shade slowly turned his head, his dark eyes meeting mine. “You would really do that for me? If it was what I wanted. You would subject yourself to the pain of watching me with someone else. Them touching me, kissing me.” He swallowed noisily. “Fucking me.”

  My stomach twisted. “If it’s what you want,” I whispered, looking away.

  “This is why I love you so fucking much,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around my middle and pushing his face into the crook of my neck. “But I don’t want that. I’m happy with you. Just you. I don’t know how else to prove this to you.”

  A lump suddenly formed in my throat. “I just don’t want you to leave me.”

  He sighed, pulling away from me and ran a hand through his hair. “I think I know what’s bringing this on.”

  I stared at him. “You do?”

  “It’s because Andrew isn’t...”

  My eyes welled. “Shade, he’s yours and he’s Sunny’s. You are his father and he’s going to know that Sunny was his father as well.” I cupped his cheek. “And our future babies will be both of yours as well.”

  Shade blew out a slow breath, leaning his forehead against mine. “I adore you, Little Lamb.”

  “I adore you too, Baby Boy,” I whispered.

  We laid back down in bed with Shade’s hand on my stomach and his semi-erect cock resting against my hip.

  I turned my head toward him. “I thought we were going to go all night.”

  “The conversation got heavy.” His hand dipped lower. “I didn’t want to take advantage.”

  I scoffed. “Take advantage, Shade. I’m your wife and your dirty little slut.” I pushed him onto his back. “So you should fuck me like one.”

  A wicked grin spread on his face. “Then ride my cock and take control, baby.”

  For the next couple of hours, I did. I took control and soaked up his submission as we spent the rest of the night proving to each other how enough we were.

  Shade

  I woke up sometime during the night to the spot beside me empty and cold. Sitting up, I looked around the motel room and didn’t see my wife anywhere. The light was on in the bathroom, the glow shining from under the closed door.