Wedded to a Wayne: A Finn World Holiday Romance

by R. G. Alexander

  “You promised I could do whatever I wanted.”

  “You can’t just put your mouth there with no warning.”

  “I’ll let you do it to me.”

  “Thank God.”

  Today we had some hiccups. Barry was in a rare mood. He wanted to see Penny and Sean Finn. He wanted to go sledding. He felt like throwing his Lego ship and the ship in a bottle kit we’d been working on across the room and nearly hit his brother in the head.

  He was overtired and concerned because one of his friends at school was moving away. He didn’t want to move away, he shouted at one point during his tantrum. And I knew that’s what his behavior was really about.

  It tore at my heart, but I still made him apologize to Lang and clean up the mess he made. Not only does he need to learn that lashing out isn’t a healthy way to get attention, but he needs the structure of our rules under this roof to know that nothing is changing and I’m not going anywhere. Stability with Barry has always been the key.

  I left him alone to get myself together so we could talk, but when I came back to his room Tanisha was there in my place. In between hugs and commiseration, they were labeling boxes and organizing his toys. The mess had already been cleaned up and his eyes were swollen, but he was smiling.

  I might have been an asshole. My only excuse is that I was worried about him. But there was some jealousy mixed in there as well. I pulled her aside to explain privately that I’d told Barry to clean up on his own. That we needed boundaries. That she couldn’t just swoop in and save the day. That we’d talked about limits.

  She, in turn, told me where I could stick it.

  She didn’t look at me at dinner. Didn’t allow me to join them on clean-up duty. And she immediately accepted Langston’s request to help him with his homework instead of spending time with me.

  I’m not sure what my problem was. Both my boys adore her in a way that surprises me daily, and I should be thankful. What kind of man wants his wife and kids to dislike each other?

  But what will happen when she leaves?

  “Thinking of trying that on?”

  I glance at the peach flavored lip balm I’m holding in my hand before setting it down and turning to face her. She’s standing in the open door, her expression uncertain. “I thought you might be sleeping somewhere else.”

  She’d been expecting it after our fight, I know. That I wouldn’t come in for our evening makeout session. That I might not sleep beside her. It was why she’d taken that work call along with her laptop into the dining room, leaving me to get the kids in bed.

  “That was Jae on the phone, right? I heard you mention Noah and Zach.”

  She purses her lips together, a small line between her brow. “Yes. He’s having some interpersonal difficulties. Unfortunately, Joey is in New Zealand at the moment, so he had to talk to me instead. I don’t think I was all that helpful.” She looks away from me. “It’s not my night to be helpful, apparently.”

  I eat up the distance between us, and close and lock the door, brushing my body against hers with purpose. “New rule. When we close this door, it’s just you and me. Nothing else matters.”

  “That’s an irrational edict,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Even on this side of the door, this problem is between you and me. You don’t want me to be there for your kids. You didn’t tell me Barry had a follow-up doctor’s appointment. You didn’t tell me your mother needed them picked up early yesterday, and you forgot to tell me that I was supposed to bring a side dish to Thanksgiving. And tonight, when I was trying to help, you shut me down.”

  I run a hand over my head in frustration. “I’ve been taking care of the details on my own for a while, Tanisha. I know they stayed with their mother, too, but all those appointments? Their school supplies and teacher conferences? Every injury? That was on me. I’ve been the one they looked to and relied on, and I’m used to doing things a certain way.”

  She walks over to the dresser, looking tired. Did I do that to her?

  “I know you are,” she says, “which is why I agreed that I wouldn’t come in and take over. But we also stipulated that we would communicate when it came to them, so we could project a unified front. That I’d be able to be a part of their lives when they were ready for it. Part of this family. Barry liked my label maker,” she finishes quietly. “And I was showing him a way that he can organize his thoughts when they feel cluttered, just like we organized his toys. Pulling them out, looking at them, seeing where they belong. It helped him.”

  I move closer and reach for her but stop myself, hands hovering over her body. “You already are a part of this family, Tanisha. And you did help. I’m sorry. I’m still getting used to this. To us. I want to say I won’t fuck up again, but I’m not sure that’s true. I’ve never been the easiest Wayne to get along with. That was always Thoreau and Austen. Never me.”

  “That’s not true.” When she looks up at me, her expression has softened. “We’ve done pretty well for the most part. Getting along.”

  “That’s all because of you,” I tell her honestly, giving in and cupping her cheek. Her skin feels like velvet. “I was expecting trouble, you know. Irritating habits. The kids acting out, despite our conversations with them. But you came in and everything got better instead. Brighter.”

  “Now you’re sucking up,” she teases.

  I tighten my grip on her face. “It’s the truth. You’ve got us all under your spell, Tanisha Wayne. I’m not used to having this with anyone. Wanting this with anyone.”

  “Neither am I.” Her lips part on a sigh and I find myself fascinated by their shape. “Do you want to watch a show tonight?”

  “No.”

  “It doesn’t have to be a—”

  “No,” I say again. “Tonight, I want my wife.”

  “You do?”

  “Do you want me to show you how much?”

  She swallows, nodding. “Yes, please.”

  I kiss her with all the passion I’ve been holding back from her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her to the bed.

  She moans against my lips as her back hits the mattress, and I immediately go to work on the ties of her wraparound skirt. “Emerson, wait. I have to—”

  I kiss her again, cutting off her denials. “You’ll let me take it off. You’ll trust me enough tonight.”

  Her body stiffens a bit before she blows out a shaky breath and stares at me with wide eyes. “Yes. I’ll let you.”

  I drag the skirt off impatiently, staring at the blue lace covering her sex. “Pull those panties to the side while I do my duty. I want to get a good look at what I’ll be tasting as soon as I’m done.”

  She gasps, but her hand instantly drops to her panties, shakily tugging them to the side. “Like this?”

  Fuck, she’s already so wet she’s glistening. “That’s right, baby. You’re making my mouth water, seeing you ready for me.”

  My hands shake as I reach for the socket I’ve watched her remove every night for weeks. I looked it up at work, as well as all the things I’d need to watch for in the future to take care of her. I want to take care of her.

  I need to.

  I remove the prosthesis and set it in the stand beside her bed, unrolling the sock that conceals her skin before she can protest. Right now, every part of her is mine to touch. I want as little between us as possible.

  “Emerson…”

  When I cup the warm flesh there, she closes her eyes.

  “Look at your husband, Tanisha. Please.”

  When she refuses, I reach for the lace she’s let slip and twist, the tearing sound loud in the silence. Now she’s looking.

  “Good. We don’t hide from each other. I want to touch all of you. See all of you. Every inch of your body is beautiful to me. Every time I look at you, I get hard as stone.”

  I slide both hands under her hips, moving her further up the bed until my chest is pressed into the mattress and my breath is on the inside of her thighs.

  I wasn’t
lying to her. I’m so hard I’m worried I’ll come in my pants, but I need to taste her first. “I resent the skirts that hide your beautiful leg from me. I resent the shirt you pull up to cover your shoulder after it drops down, giving me a glimpse of heaven.”

  I use my fingers to part the smooth lips topped by a small triangle of dark curls. “You don’t get to hide this from me either,” I rasp. “Not when we’re in this room. Oh, baby, you’re dripping wet.”

  “Emerson,” she moans softly at my touch.

  “I need to go slow.” I watch my finger glide over her clit and in between her folds. Her leg is restless beside me, so I lift it over my shoulder and at the same time I work my finger inside. “Work into it, you said.”

  “Ah.” Her body arches and her heel digs into my back as I press deeper, up to the knuckle, those inner walls clinging to me like a vise.

  “The last few days we’ve made out like teenagers, over our clothes, in the dark. I let you take off my shirt, but you didn’t let me do the same.”

  “The bath,” she manages as I start slowly thrusting. God, she’s gorgeous like this.

  “I saw you in the bath,” I agree. “One glimpse of paradise and then you took it away. I watched you do this to yourself.” I push inside her again. “I said I wanted to suck you then. Do you remember?”

  “Yes.”

  I lower my mouth with a growl, sucking hard on her clit as her flavor bursts on my tongue. It’s manna. Ambrosia. Fucking life itself. I’ll never want anything but this again. Never need anything but her taste in my mouth.

  Her hand cups the back of my head, silently demanding more. Yes. My finger thrusts deeper, faster, and I’m sucking and licking every soft, wet inch of flesh I can reach.

  “Emerson. Emerson. Emerson.”

  With my free hand, I push down my sweatpants and boxers, stepping out of them and reaching for the back of my shirt. I let her go long enough to get rid of it and our eyes meet.

  Hers are golden brown and dark with desire. She’s exquisite. More beautiful than she knows. Skin flushed, lips bitten and swollen. I need her naked. I want to see all of her on my bed. Now.

  “Lift your arms, baby.” I take off her sweater and toss it to the side, fingers fumbling with the front clasp of her bra in my haste. I spread the cups and lower my head to her nipples. First one, then the other, loving in her reaction. The way she moves under me. The sounds she’s making.

  “That feels so good.” She moans, sounding surprised.

  Untouched.

  It shouldn’t get me this hot, that I’m her first. But my dick isn’t politically correct. It wants to claim its special prize for being so patient. It wants to feel her virgin pussy squeezing around it.

  Mine. All mine.

  My hand glides down her stomach, over her curls, and I get two fingers inside her this time. Christ.

  “Too much,” she gasps.

  I kiss her chin and cheek, soothing her while my own blood rages. “Breathe, baby. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. What I’ll give you is more than two fingers’ worth.”

  “I’m ready now.” Her fingers dig into my biceps. “Emerson, I can take it. I want it. Please.”

  A shudder rocks through me at her plea. “My wife is begging for my cock. You don’t know what you’re doing to me. I’m trying to make this good for you.”

  When her slender hand closes around my erection, my eyes nearly roll back in my head.

  “Wow, that’s…” Tanisha licks her lips and squeezes experimentally. “That’s thicker than I thought it was going to be.”

  “Oh, fuck.” I look down and watch her hand on my rude flesh. “I told you. You have to let me get you ready for this. Once I get inside, I’m not sure I’ll be as patient.”

  “Don’t be patient,” she says with sudden urgency. “I want you inside me. Your wife wants you to.”

  Her words shred the last of my restraint and my knees struggle for purchase between her thighs. “You had to say it.”

  I put her leg back over my shoulder and she stares up in blind confusion.

  “I’ll get deeper this way. Trust me to make it good.”

  She nods, tightening her grip on my thick shaft.

  I nearly come in her hand. “If you want it, you have to let me go first, baby.”

  When she reluctantly obeys, I kiss her, biting at her lips and looking into her eyes. “What are you thinking?”

  “You really are big.”

  I turn my head and kiss her knee with a pained laugh. “You like waving red flags in front of bulls, don’t you?”

  I send up a little prayer for patience as I line myself up, gripping her thigh with my other hand. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”

  Our wedding night, I remind myself as the head of my cock penetrates her narrow channel. Our real wedding night after weeks of waiting. No matter what she says, I want to make it special if I can.

  “Emerson,” she moans and I work myself in deeper, a drop of sweat landing on her breast as I hover over her.

  “Is my wife a screamer?” I ask, my gaze locked on my thick shaft stretching her pussy wide. “Am I going to have to cover your mouth when I finally start fucking you as hard as I need to?”

  She bites her lips, wide eyes staring at me. I know I’m shocking you, baby.

  I’ve been shocking myself. I didn’t think I was this kind of man. This lusty, chest-pounding caveman with his filthy mouth is new to me. He only comes out to play with her. Only Tanisha.

  She’s moaning with every new inch I give her, and her hand comes up to cover her mouth when I finally power home. Flesh against flesh. Deep as I can get. The first.

  Only.

  “There it is. This is where I belong.” I grind against her and she shouts against her fist, her eyes dilated. “To have and to hold. I have you, Tanisha. Nothing between us. And you’re holding me so tight I don’t ever want to leave.”

  I take the hand she’s pressed against her mouth and lift it to my lips. “Tell me you’re okay, baby. Tell me you’re with me.”

  Please, be with me.

  Her gasp sounds like a sob, but she’s nodding rapidly. “I’m with you. I didn’t know it would… I’m with you.”

  “You ready for more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank God.”

  I start to move, forcing myself to go slow at first. Deep and slow. It’s feels so good and it’s nowhere near enough. I’ve been too bottled up and she’s restless under me. Impatient. As if she knows what I really want. How close I am to breaking. “Faster, Emerson.”

  She’s perfect.

  “Rub your clit, baby,” I order harshly as my hips start pumping faster. Just enough. Hold back. Not yet. “I want to see it again. Help me get you there this first time.”

  With a whimper she does as I ask, her fingers shaking until she picks up on my rhythm.

  I can feel the wetness increasing around my cock, making it easier for me to move. God, she feels so damn good. “That’s right. Oh, that’s just right.”

  “I’m close.”

  Thank you, Jesus.

  “There won’t be any going back after this.” The slap of our flesh is loud and unmistakable now as I start to loosen the reins on my control. “Once I feel that sweet pussy coming around me, I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to do it again and again until your body knows mine in the dark. Every night. All night. In this bed and inside you whenever I get the chance. You’ll give me all the chances, won’t you, sweetheart. I can feel how much you love this.”

  “Yes.” She’s sucking on her lip, her tits bouncing with every hard pump of my hips. “Yes, Emerson. All of them. I love it.”

  Love me.

  I’m not sure where the thought comes from but I push it to the side, focusing instead on the beauty beneath me, the angel who gets dirty, only for me. Jesus, I’m not going to last.

  “Oh. Emerson, I think—” Her words cut off as her orgasm hits her fast, her whole body clenching and tightening
around me. Her pussy squeezes me so tight I grunt at the painful pleasure.

  “Yes. Yes, baby, let me feel it.” My hand lands on the mattress beside her shoulder, the other still gripping her leg, practically bending her in half as I race to the finish. “You’re sucking it right out of me. So tight, but you’re taking everything, aren’t you? Need to give it to you.”

  Lightning. I feel the fiery bolt pierce my spine, sparks shooting along every nerve in my body. I’m blinded by it, but I can still feel the hot blaze of my release as I let go inside her.

  Take it. Take all of it. Take me. Love me.

  When I come back to myself, I force my hips to stop grinding her into the bed, lowering her leg to my hip, and she sighs gratefully.

  I inhale her scent and nuzzle her neck, shifting my weight to her side so my body doesn’t collapse on hers in utter satisfaction.

  That’s what I’m feeling. The kind I’ve heard about, read about, but never truly experienced until now.

  I cup her sex with my hand and she twitches beside me, still sensitive. “Shh, baby. I just wanted to cuddle.”

  When I feel my come leaking out of her onto my fingers, I can’t keep my smile in check.

  She must be looking at me, because her breathless laugh is one of disbelief. “Neanderthal.”

  “They were sweethearts compared to me,” I say, my grip tightening slightly on her mound. “When it comes to you, Tanisha, I can’t seem to help myself.”

  When she doesn’t respond, I ask, “Was I too rough?”

  She kisses my cheek. “You were exactly right, Emerson. I feel wonderful. Even the parts of me that didn’t know they could twist that way feel wonderful. It’s like that time I had too much champagne for New Year’s. I’m all floaty.”

  She’s saying all the right things, but I know I wasn’t as careful with her as I should have been. “I think what we need now is a shower.”

  “Are you sure? We could just lie really still and cuddle until we’re sure.”

  My chuckle is pure masculine pride. “Shower.”

  I roll off the bed and scoop her up in my arms before she can protest again.

  She clings to me, looking uncertain. “You know I have a chair in there. And you’re a big guy.”