by Davis, L. D.
“Okay, listen,” I said, sounding defeated. “This guy is very private. He’s not comfortable meeting in my office, and he can’t come after hours when everyone is gone because he has to fly back home immediately after our meeting. If you can’t or don’t want to do it, I understand, Iris. I can meet him somewhere else, but I thought this would be a good location.”
She stared at me for a long moment. “You’re not having some kind of homosexual affair are you?”
“Umm, no,” I said, a little thrown by the question. “And if I were, I’d meet the man in question at a hotel, not in the back of a muffin book shop.”
“You’re not some underground drug lord, right? You don’t want to use my muffin book shop to smuggle cocaine do you?”
“Do I look like a drug lord?” I asked her.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Do you? I’m not sure what a drug lord looks like. Do they look like you?”
“I hope not,” I replied. “I promise I am not dealing drugs.”
“You’re not going to bully a juror back there, are you?”
Where the hell was she coming up with all of this stuff?
Amused, I shook my head. “I am not bullying a juror.”
“Will there be any illegal activity going on back there?” she asked.
I hesitated and then answered her honestly. “The man makes my blood boil. I can’t promise that I won’t fuck him up while we are back there.”
She gave a shrug. “Why didn’t you just say so from the beginning? Yes, you can use the room. Just don’t get blood on anything.”
“You’re my new best friend,” I said with relief.
“I’m honored,” she laughed. “Take your fiancé’s muffin and get out of here.”
Late the following morning, I walked into Iris’s muffin book shop and found Kyle standing at the counter talking casually with her. When she saw me, she was suddenly interested in talking to one of the regulars on the other side of the room and left us standing at the counter. It took every bit of self-restraint I had to not slam his face into the glass display case. I hated this man more than I could have ever hated anything anywhere, ever.
“Follow me,” I grunted to him and walked back to Iris’s office.
I waited until I heard the door close behind us before I threw the envelope I was carrying onto Iris’s desk and turned around and surprised him with a right hook that sent him stumbling back several feet. He looked at me as he put a hand to his lip. His eyes flickered down to the blood on the back of his hand and the mother fucker snickered.
“Is that it?” he asked.
I punched him in the gut so hard that he slammed against the door. I grabbed him by his coat, and slammed him into the wall hard enough to make his head roll back and hit it with a sickening thud.
“Fight back!” I yelled and swung him back against the door. “Fight back, you fucking piece of shit!” I slammed him up against the door again and again, but he didn’t fight back. With a roar of anger, I lifted my fist, ready to knock him into the next decade, and he didn’t even flinch.
“Don’t pussy out now, Luke,” Kyle growled. “Hit me. What are you waiting for? An invitation? I invite you to hit me!”
“Fight back,” I said again, breathless.
His next words should have signed his death warrant. He spoke slowly and clearly.
“She. Didn’t. Fight. Back.”
I roared again and threw him up against the wall again. I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but unlike him, I refused to beat on someone who wasn’t going to fight me back. I refused to be like him. It didn’t matter that Emmy had been a woman – a pregnant woman – and that he was a man – the very man that had beaten that pregnant woman. If Kyle had come here with the hopes that I would punish him for his fucked up deeds, he was going to be disappointed. If he believed that by getting the piss beat out of him that he was going to somehow be redeemed, I wasn’t going to be the one to give him that redemption. Maybe he was fucking sorry and maybe he wanted me to beat him, but I was sure that if guilt was eating him alive, the guilt would do far more damage than anything I could do. I wanted him to live with that every second of his life and never feel like he had somehow made up for what he had done to Emmy.
I dropped my hands and turned my back on him.
“Go ahead and fucking hit me!” he yelled.
“Fuck you,” I said over my shoulder as I picked up the envelope. I threw it to him. “You can fax it to my office when you’re done.”
He looked extremely disappointed and then he just looked disgusted with me for not doing what he thought I should. I didn’t give a shit.
“Get the fuck out of my city,” I said, opening the door. “And stay the hell away from my fiancé.”
My words hit him just as hard as my fists, though the change in his expression and demeanor was small. His mouth opened slightly, his eyes widened only a fraction and he stood more stiffly. It quickly passed and he was back to wearing his self-righteous sneer.
As he passed by me out of the office, he muttered “Fucking pussy.”
I was tempted to punch him in the back of his head, but then I may not have stopped punching, and that’s what he wanted. I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.
“Don’t beat up your new girlfriend,” I called after him.
He ignored me and kept walking and walked right out of the shop. I hoped to god that would be the last time we ever had to deal with Kyle Sterling.
Chapter Twenty-Three
My beautiful bride was shining bright enough to light up the universe. I was damn near blinded by her perfection in her white wedding dress. Her dark hair was pulled up in an elegant style, leaving a few tendrils loose against her perfect skin. I had never seen her eyes shine so bright. I had never seen her smile look so…complete. As we danced to our wedding song, everyone else dissolved. Nothing else existed except her and me, and the sexy crooning of Babyface singing “Every Time I Close My Eyes”. I sang along softly, never taking my eyes off of her teary eyes. I was lost in her and had no desire to find my way out. Ever.
It took years, broken hearts, and broken spirits before we could find our way to each other again. We traveled far and hard to reach our destination, but now that we were there, all of the pain and doubts of the past suddenly seemed worth it. Life and its circumstances have helped us meld a bond that was unbreakable. We were unbreakable. There wasn’t anything in the universe that could ever unbind us, and I would die before I would ever let that happen.
Every one of my heartbeats belonged to her. Every breath was hers to take. I was hers completely.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I grabbed Donya by the arm, pulling her away from my wife, and spun her onto the dance floor in one smooth move.
“Do you usually take women dancing against their will?” she asked, and then shrieked as I spun her around.
“Only the really pretty ones,” I charmed, putting a hand on her waist.
“You’re lucky you are kind of cute, Luke,” she said, trying not smile.
“Kind of?” I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Okay,” she said in an exaggerated tone. “You’re a sexy beast.”
“That’s better.”
I dipped her low, making her laugh again. The song changed from “I Want You Back” by the Jackson 5 to “Dance With Me” by 112. Our playful dancing turned into a bit more of an adult affair. Donya got into the dance, not afraid to dance close to me with her best friend, my wife, only a few feet away watching on with amusement. She wrapped an arm around my neck and really got into it. I had a hand on her waist as I moved with her. I looked over at Emmy and wriggled my eyebrows. She shook her head, laughing.
When Marvin and Tammi started singing, I pulled Donya in for a semi-slow dance.
“You look really happy,” she said.
“I don’t think it’s possible to feel any happier,” I said honestly.
“Sweet,” she nodded. “Cheesy and corny, but sweet. I
’ve honestly never seen Em look so happy.” She looked over at Emmy who was dancing with her dad.
“I really like you, Luke,” Donya said, turning her attention back to me. The song had changed again to “Try A Little Tenderness”. “In fact, I love you as much as a girl can love her best friend’s husband without it being scandalous. But…”
“But?” I looked at her with both eyebrows raised.
“If you fuck this up beyond repair, I will kill you.”
“I would rather die than to fuck this up beyond repair,” I said seriously.
“We all say that,” she said quietly. “We would rather die than to hurt the ones we love, but we do. She did it to you. Hell, I’ve done it,” she whispered the last sentence.
I frowned. I didn’t want to know what she was talking about. I glanced at her husband Jerry, standing in a circle of guys, probably talking about baseball since he’s a professional player.
“It’s my wedding day. I don’t want to talk about that, Donya.”
“I just want you to always be conscious of your actions, Luke,” she said firmly and looked at me hard. “It’s very easy to find yourself standing on the wrong side of the line without ever meaning to cross it.”
We had stopped dancing and I hadn’t even realized it until she was kissing my cheek.
“Just remember what I said,” she said and slipped out of my grasp. She walked off the dance floor, headed towards the exit. She threw a glance to her right, seemed to focus on something there for maybe two seconds before straightening her spine and continuing out of the banquet room. Out of dumbstruck curiosity, I looked over to the right. I couldn’t imagine who she was looking at, but when I saw an unexpected person look longingly at the exit, I blinked. By the time I opened my eyes again, it had passed.
What the fuck was that?
I didn’t want to know.
I moved off of the dance floor in search of Emmy and found her sitting at a table with her feet up on a chair and her hands on her round belly. I lifted her feet and sat down in the chair and then put her feet in my lap. As I rubbed her feet, she smiled happily at me and I smiled back. Lucas was at her side a moment later. I looked at the two and a half of them and felt so…grateful. There was no way in hell I’d ever find myself on the other side of that line Donya spoke about. No way in hell.
*~~~*
I kissed her ankle as I rolled her stocking off of her foot. She was lying back on the massive bed in our honeymoon suite, caressing her belly and staring dreamily up at the ceiling.
“Was your wedding everything you hoped for?” I murmured as I stroked the bare skin of her leg.
“It was perfect,” she sighed.
I reached under her wedding dress and started to slowly roll down her other stocking. She suddenly pushed up on her elbows and looked down at me kneeled between her legs.
“I’ve never seen you so energetic,” she grinned. “I feel bad that I couldn’t dance with you that much. Stupid swollen feet.”
“Marrying you was enough to power me up for a lifetime, baby,” I said and planted a gentle kiss on her knee. “And we’ll have a lifetime to dance together.”
“I loved seeing my husband dirty dancing with my best friend,” she said, trying to hide her amusement. “And my cousins. And my great aunt Edith.”
“Hey, in my defense, it isn’t very often a simple guy like me gets to dance with a super model.”
“Retired super model,” Emmy reminded me. “And you’re anything but simple.”
“Whatever,” I shrugged. “And I did stop Mayson from twerkin’.” Just barely. “But my favorite was Edith. I had no idea that an eighty-three year old woman could drop it like that.”
Emmy burst into laughter and fell back on the bed. I chuckled with her as I gently massaged her swollen feet.
“Come up here and kiss your wife,” Emmy commanded after her laughter had died down.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered and climbed up on the bed beside her.
I rested one hand on her belly and used my other arm to balance myself over her. She dragged her fingers through my hair as she gazed up at me. I lowered my head until our lips were only just touching.
“I love you, Luke Kessler,” she whispered against my lips.
“I love you, Emmy Kessler,” I whispered back.
Her lips parted slightly, inviting me in. I took a moment to just breathe her in, to feel her hot breath across my lips. My tongue slowly swept across her bottom lip, tasting her.
“I love tasting your lips,” I murmured before gently sucking her top lip into my mouth. Emmy moaned softly when I swept my tongue between her lips. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to meet mine, but I teased her and pulled back slightly. She let out a frustrated groan and I chuckled against her lips and teased her again.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, trying to pull my head closer.
“I am kissing you,” I said, and pressed my lips quickly to hers.
She growled with frustration as she tried to follow my lips, but I continued to pull back until her head fell back to the bed. Now she was pouting, her bottom lip sticking out, showing her adorable frustration with me. I kissed her bottom lip and then the little indentation under her lip. I nibbled along her jawline and up to her ear. I gently bit her earlobe, making her release another gentle moan. I found that sensitive place just below her ear on her neck and swirled my tongue on her skin. Emmy gasped as her fingers tightened in my hair.
I started to gently suck on her neck. Em began to breathe heavily and little breathy moans escaped her parted lips. I kissed my way back along her jawline until I found her lips again. My mouth crashed against hers with all the gentleness and teasing gone. My tongue battled with hers in an erotic challenge, but I kissed her more savagely, growling as I nipped and sucked at her tongue until she submitted. I took my hand off of her belly and held her face as I took her mouth possessively, because she was my possession. Officially and forever.
I sat up, leaving Emmy gasping for air. I had to get her out of that dress. I helped her sit up and then get to her feet. I moved behind her and stared at the pearl buttons that trailed down her back.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growled in frustration as I started to release the buttons.
Emmy giggled. “Donya thought you should work for it.”
“Donya is on my shit list,” I muttered. “And I’m never dirty dancing with her again.”
She giggled again and then said “Hurry up.”
“Don’t make me tear this off of you,” I warned. I wasn’t even half finished yet.
“Tear it,” she said, trying to look at me over her shoulder.
I looked up at her, unsure. “This is your wedding dress,” I reminded her. “And I’m sure it cost more than I’d like to know.”
“It did cost more than you’d like to know,” she agreed and fortunately wasn’t forthcoming with the amount. “But it is my wedding dress. I’m married now. It’s served its purpose. Now tear it off of me.”
Holy shit. My little sex goddess had been back for a long while, but she was definitely back with a vengeance.
I grabbed fabric in each hand and without second guessing her, I yanked it apart, hard. Buttons popped and flew off in many directions. I quickly yanked the dress down her legs. I held her hips and her hands rested on mine as she stepped out of it. I dropped my hands to her round, lace covered ass and squeezed. She moaned and then let out a small yelp when I tore away the panties, too. I carefully moved her to the side and bent over and picked up the dress. I quickly walked it over to a chair and dropped it there. I walked back to Emmy as I practically tore off my own shirt. I looked at her bare breasts, rounded belly, and the triangle of sparse hair between her legs and groaned. My wife was the most beautiful woman in the entire universe.
I kissed her as I struggled with my pants. Her hand slipped into my boxers and stroked my growing erection. I couldn’t hold back the moan that was caught between her lips after leaving my mouth. When I
finally got my pants and boxers off, I held on to the back of Emmy’s head and kissed her deeply. After I released her, I gently pushed her down onto the bed. I briefly kissed her again before making her lie back with her legs hanging off of the high bed. I put my arms under her knees and positioned my cock at her moist entrance. I hesitated before pressing into her, however. It was our wedding night, and maybe I should have given her more before sliding into her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up at me with concern.
“I should slow down,” I said, trying hard not to surge forward.
“Baby, we’ll have the rest of our lives to slow it down,” she said gently. She locked her ankles around my back, but still I resisted.
“You deserve more,” I said and started to back away.
“And you will give me more later,” she said, wriggling her ass. “I want you just like this. Right now.”
When I still hesitated, Emmy looked up at me and said in the most erotic tone I could have ever imagined “Fuck me, Luke. Fuck your wife.”
Who was I to argue with my wife?
I plunged inside of her, fast and hard, until my balls were pressed up against her luscious ass. Emmy cried out at the sudden invasion and clawed at the bedspread under her. It had been over a month since we decided not to have sex until our wedding night. Her walls were very tight around my cock and I could feel her trying to relax to accommodate my size.
I pulled out slowly until I was almost out of her completely and then slid slowly back inside with a loud guttural groan.
“Tell me how I feel inside of you,” I commanded her as I slowly eased in and out of her core.
“Enormous,” she said and tried to snicker, but I slammed into her hard and her little snicker turned into a cursed shout. “Shit!”
“Talk to me, baby,” I groaned.
“I love your cock inside of me,” she panted. “It feels so fucking good. Especially when you’re…uhhh…deep, really deep. Go deeper, Luke,” she commanded and then threw her head back with a moan when I did. She wiggled her hips towards me as if she was trying to feel me even deeper.