by Shanna Bell
He told Mary all of this and she kissed his shoulder, snuggling up to him.
“When I turned twenty, I enlisted. I needed to forge my own path and figured it would be one less mouth to feed for Grams.”
“Kristoff showed up at your wedding and accepted the invite for the barbecue. Maybe he wants to reconnect.”
He shook his head. “Don’t go there. I don’t know what game Kristoff’s playing, but he’s after something. Up until our wedding, the man has never acknowledged me as his brother. Apart from the Dettas and Achilles, no one even knows. It’s not a secret, but not common knowledge either.”
Mary burrowed into his side. “I’m sorry that I butted into your relationship.”
“Apology accepted.”
It wasn’t going to save her butt, though.
CHAPTER 21
HECTOR
The woman who walked into the living room was a vision in red lace. Hector gave his wife a quick onceover and tried his damn hardest to turn his gaze back to the TV.
He grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it on the floor.
“You’re going to watch basketball?” She looked surprised and a little indignant.
Oh, mi corazon, this is only the start of your lesson.
He pointed at his feet. “Get over here. You know what I want.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she did as he asked. In a beautiful, graceful manner, she dropped before him, her ass perched on the cushion, her hands going to his belt. It wasn’t long before she took him out of his briefs and started to suck him.
He leaned back against the couch, trying to appear relaxed as Mary started to make slurping sounds. She was really getting the hang of it. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft.
He loved her brazen nature when it came to sex. His woman looked all angelic, but when they were alone, a sassy little devil inhabited her body. All he wanted was to give her pleasure. But, he couldn’t let her meddling in his affairs go unanswered.
He pulled her off his dick.
“You wet yet?” When she opened her mouth, he put a finger on her lips. “No talking. Just show me your juices.”
She tried to get up, but he pushed her shoulders down.
“No. You’re a smart girl. Figure out a way to show me without getting up.”
It took her a second to catch on, but then her hand went to her stomach. From there, slowly—oh so slowly—her hand descended until she pushed two fingers into her heat.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Pleasure yourself for me.”
He still hadn’t decided if he was going to let her come, but he liked their play.
Mary closed her eyes and really got into it. It was probably an obscene sight. Him with his dick straining up to his stomach. Her face close to his dick, fingers inside herself.
When he heard her breath hitch and the pace of her fingers sped up, he pulled her hand away.
She mewled and gave him a hurt look. He wanted to bite her full bottom lip and fuck her into oblivion. Unfortunately, he couldn’t. He was trying to make a point here.
“Feeling frustrated yet?” he asked.
She blinked. Her eyes narrowed as she was reminded why she was in this predicament in the first place.
Meanwhile, on the screen, his team scored. It didn’t get much better than this: his woman giving him head and his team on the win.
Actually, it could get better.
He put a hand on her head, pushing her back down on his cock until he made her gag. With deep rhythmic strokes, he started to fuck her face. She groaned when he went particularly deep until he hit the back of her throat. He held her there for a few seconds, expecting her to protest. Instead, he was confronted with her gorgeous eyes looking up at him, full of trust. Shit. That made him even harder.
Slowly he pulled out of her mouth and tucked her head between his legs, giving her reprieve. She nuzzled against him and gave a contented sigh. It was as if something broke free inside him, wanting to rejoice.
How had he ever gotten so lucky? The most beautiful woman in the world lay at his feet and enjoyed pleasuring him.
Mary lifted her head up and looked at him questioningly. Looking for instructions.
“Get up.”
When she complied, he made a twirling gesture with his finger, so she turned her back to him. He was greeted by pale globes that were supposedly covered with a thong. The strap of red fabric, of course, didn’t cover a thing. It only highlighted her pussy, the way it went snug around her lips. He pushed away the soft fabric and dipped a finger into her hot cunt.
She nearly burned his fingers. He set a fast pace, fingering her, all the while making sure not to touch her clit. One accidental brush against the puffy bud, and she would go over the edge.
He pulled his finger out when his hand was practically drenched.
“Get up and sit on my dick, facing the screen.”
He hadn’t done the reverse cowgirl with her yet, and it was perfect for what he had in mind.
She settled onto his lap, back to his chest, and slowly descended on his dick. When he was balls deep in her, she let out a satisfied sigh.
Little did she know...
He brought his hands down to Mary’s thighs and pulled them up, so her feet were flat on the couch on either side of her.
Her hand went back to her clit, playing with it. He let her touch herself one, twice, just to get herself worked up, then he pulled her hand away.
“You don’t get to make yourself come tonight. Now, get moving.”
Mary dug her heels into the couch and started to bounce her hips up and down.
He pushed two fingers into her anus, slowly loosening up her butt hole.
Mary stiffened, and he gave her ass a swat.
“Did I say you could stop moving? Ride that dick.”
“Are you going to—”
“Shh. Only time you’re allowed to speak is when you want me to stop.”
“Like a safe word?”
His heart made a double thud.
“What do you know about safe words?”
She scoffed. “I do read, you know.”
“You’ve been reading up on kink?”
“Maybe.”
Dios. She’s going to be the death of me.
“You won’t need a safe word. Stop is enough.”
When she continued riding him, he kept probing his finger into her back hole. She was so damn tight. When he felt her loosen up, he pulled out of her pussy.
He guided his cock to her tight star that quivered when it felt getting breached for the very first time.
Ideally, he would have used lube, but he didn’t have any with him and there was no way he was letting her go to get some. They would have to make do.
The second he pushed inside her, she moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Just take the tip. That’s enough for now.”
“It burns.”
“Then I’m doing it right.” He let go of her ass cheeks, so she had to use her own strength to hold herself up. She used her leg muscles to prevent from sliding down, taking more of his cock up her ass.
His hands went to massaging her breasts.
“I love how flexible you are, gorgeous. Never, ever stop doing yoga.” He hissed when he passed the first ring of muscle in her ass.
He couldn’t see her bare pussy because he was fucking her from behind, but wondering what they must look like turned him on even more. He snaked his arm around her and gave her pussy a slap with the flat of his hand. Then another one. And another one.
“Hector...” She was panting now, sounding in distress.
“Tell me about the sex books you’ve been reading.”
“They’re not sex books.” She sounded offended. “I read romance.”
This time, he slapped her clit. Hard.
“Oh, God.”
“Tell me about your romance novels,” he conceded. “What do you like about them?” He wasn’t much of a reader, but had seen her many times with her
e-reader. If she was reading up on sexy times, he wanted to know.
“I like guaranteed happily-ever-afters. I like knowing that two people who sometimes start off on the wrong foot or have barriers between them, in the end, find a way to overcome it all. Sounds sappy perhaps, but I really do believe love conquers all.”
He slowly rubbed her slick nub while overthinking her answer.
“I’m not sure I believe in love,” he said honestly. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder as if in an apology, though he wasn’t sure why he was apologizing.
They had both went into this marriage with open eyes. He hadn’t lied to her or pretended he had feelings for her other than pure lust. Still, every day it was becoming more difficult to keep a wall between his feelings and his wife. The hold this five-foot-nothing of a woman had on him sometimes scared the shit out of him. She might be the one impaled on his cock right now, but he was the one dodging arrows to his heart. He could never let it happen, though. Loving someone gave them power over you. It made you vulnerable, and when they died on you, it made you mad with grief.
“Well, I do,” she said.
Brave. She was so fucking brave. Never one to mince words or vocalize what she believed in.
She rose up on her tiptoes, probably to catch her breath.
“Get back here.” He slammed her back down while thrusting his cock up her ass.
Mary yelled, then bucked. He put his fingers on her clit, drawing lazy circles around it.
“I love how you make me feel.” Her voice was throaty and so sexy.
“Shh. And no more moving.” He nipped at her earlobe. “I’m watching the game.”
She turned her head and gave him an incredulous look. “Are you really going to have me sit here until the break?”
Ah, she was so innocent. “Until the end. Not until the break.”
“Oh God.”
“No, it’s, ‘oh Hector.’”
“You’re a sadist.”
“I don’t really get off on pain, baby, but I can try.”
“That won’t be necessary,” she said hastily. “I’ll be good.” She immediately contradicted those words by clenching her cunt.
Determined to take her mind off her devious plan, he grabbed her nipples, giving the little hoops a tug.
“Ouch!”
“Maybe I am a sadist. How about this? Every time you ripple your cunt like that, I’m gonna tug on these beauties.”
“I’ll sit still.”
Always a man of his word, he kept her sitting like that for the entire game. Every now and then, he shallowly thrust into her ass. Having her heat sit on his dick for almost an hour was pure agony. But he had a point to make.
By the end of the game, her head lulled on his shoulder, and she was panting. His pretty wife was spent.
She nuzzled against his neck. “Please, Hector, no more of this slow burn. I’ll be good.”
He wasn’t sure if she meant good to him or that she wouldn’t meddle anymore. Not that he cared. He had punished her enough for one night. She had learned her lesson.
He pulled her off him and carried her upstairs. There, he dropped her on their bed. He spread her legs and slammed into her. This time, it was him doing the riding. He was even kind enough to make her come before himself.
Afterwards, when they lay under the covers, she snuggled up against him.
“Hector?”
“Yeah, baby?” He could hear the smile in her voice.
“I think I’m going to invite your brother over for the holidays as well.”
Ah, hell.
CHAPTER 22
MARY
Her husband was up to something. Mary brushed her hair in front of the bathroom mirror as she pondered what it could be. He’d been giving her this look all morning. Every now and then, his lip curled up and he got this… satisfied look in his eyes.
You woke him up by giving him head.
He’s just very happy with you.
He’d better be, I almost unlocked my jaw taking him in.
Today was their first house party, or ‘barbecue day’ as Zoe had dubbed it, and she pondered about what to wear.
When she came out of the shower, she found Hector sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a black box in his hand.
“I got you something.”
A gift!
She preened as she walked up to him. Their guests would be trickling in within an hour, so she should get dressed, but maybe they could squeeze in another round.
He pulled out a black thong with a string of pearls at the crotch. This was so… hot.
“I love it.”
“Glad to hear that. Now, put it on.”
Wait, what? “Now? You want me to put it on, now?”
“Yes. Now.”
“But, but…”
He grabbed her leg and pulled her close. “Today is going to be a tough day,” he said, his voice gruff. “Knowing you’re walking around wearing this will help me get my mind off that.”
Oh, no.
“Tell me what’s going on. I’m here for you.”
He nodded, looking dead serious.
Her heart leaped, and warmth settled in her stomach. This was it, the moment she’d been looking forward to. The little things they would share. Showing trust, building a foundation to become closer, and one day, that would turn into love and—
“Kristoff’s coming. Makes me feel frustrated. Knowing you’ll have pearls running up your pussy all day long, keeping you wet, helps.”
—and… her husband was an ass.
He gave her a pat on the back and walked away, practically whistling.
She debated throwing something at his head. The marble vase on her vanity would do nicely.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he called over his shoulder. “Not unless you want me to decorate your nipples as well.”
An hour into the housewarming, Mary concluded it was a success. The grill was manned by Hector, who apparently loved to cook when danger was involved. Everyone was enjoying themselves.
Everyone but me.
The day would have been perfect if she wouldn’t have pearls rubbing against her bud at every move. Her pussy was burning, and she felt on edge. She’d thrown dirty looks in Hector’s direction every chance she got, but he just smiled. For a grumpy guy, he sure loved to smile these days.
Staring into the fridge, she pondered her options. She needed to grab some ice. Unfortunately, the ice was on the lowest shelf of the freezer.
Do not bend over!
A soda tastes better when it’s warm anyway.
When the doorbell rang, she left the ice for what it was.
Kristoff stood at the door. She almost didn’t recognize him in casual black jeans and a black button-down.
His presence was followed by a huge truck stopping on their front lawn. Mary’s jaw dropped when she saw two men wheeling out a big statue from the truck.
“What the hell is that?” Hector had joined them and scowled at the monstrosity that took up a good portion of their lawn.
Kristoff was overseeing the placement of the statue with great pride. “That, bratan, is a dragon, chiseled after the big fucker from Game of Thrones.”
Zoe gasped. “Bad word.”
He patted her on the head and looked Hector straight in the eye. “I wanted to introduce you to the show. It’s a gift from Katya and me.”
“You watch a TV show with dragons in it?”
“It’s educational,” Kristoff claimed. “There are seven families who fight over the throne. It’s basically the Bratva with dragons in it.”
“I don’t give a shit. Get that ugly thing off my lawn.”
Another gasp from Zoe and the little girl took off. Mary had an inkling of where she was headed.
Kristoff ignored him and trailed into the living room. “You remove it if you can. It’s solid marble, so watch your back.”
When Hector wanted to stomp after his brother, she pulled him into the nearest room.
/> “Please don’t.” Her brother-in-law just had a weird sense of humor. “If I can live with… that thing you made me wear, you can suffer through Kristoff for an afternoon.”
He scowled. “You forget that you get to wear… that thing in the first place because you invited him over.”
“Really, Hector?”
She didn’t care that he was right. Everyone but her was having a great time. Oh, she was smiling and refreshing the food and the drinks, but there was nothing she could do to stop the pool between her legs. Damn him for making her go through this.
“Is mi esposa feeling frustrated?”
She couldn’t help herself; she bit his chin.
Hector retaliated by pushing her up against the wall. His hands went under her dress, the heat of his skin burning her. Finally. She was ready to be scorched by him. Luckily, that’s exactly what he did.
Ten minutes of hot monkey sex later, she pulled her dress right. After peeking into the corridor, and making sure nobody saw them sneak out—her with mussed up hair and Hector with an insufferable grin--she got out.
“You will be polite to all of our guests,” she snapped. “And that’s the end of it.”
She hurried up to her bedroom, put on a new pair of panties—sans any pearls—and went looking for their latest guest.
She found Kristoff sitting in the backyard, his back to a wall, ending a phone call. Zoe joined her, skipping along, holding precious cargo in her hands.
“Kristoff, meet Zoe, your niece,” she officially introduced the two. Zoe’s eye widened at suddenly discovering that she had an uncle.
Kristoff looked down at the little girl, his brows furrowed. “Why do you walk around with a tin can? Don’t they give you proper toys?”
Mary rolled her eyes. “That's the swear jar.”
“That's not a jar.”
“I can’t have her running around with glass all day,” Mary muttered.
“Ah, my bratan does like to swear, doesn’t he?”