Worth the Wait: Blue Falls Book 4

by Stella James

  When I look at our children and I feel Eric’s arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, I can’t help but offer a silent promise to Brandi. That I will look after her daughter as if she were my own and through mistakes and hard times as well as good times, I will work hard every day to do my best where she is concerned.

  Eric

  6 years after that…

  It’s dark by the time I get home, most of the lights are off and when I check on Jamie and Kaleb, they are both fast asleep. Jamie with her headphones on and Kaleb with his arms wide open and blankets tangled around his legs. We thought about having another baby after Kaleb but we both felt satisfied and content with two so we decided to stop and leave the baby making to my brother and Hanna who are on their way to forming their own soccer team. I head upstairs and once I reach the bedroom the scent of vanilla hits my nose and I see the faint flickering of light coming from the bathroom. I peel my dirty T-shirt off along the way and chuck my jeans and boxers into the hamper before pausing in the doorway and admiring my wife as she soaks in a tub full of bubbles. Blood flows straight to my cock at the sight of Grey lying back in the tub, her blonde hair piled on top of her head, her eyes closed. Beautiful.

  “Mm, I can feel you staring,” she says, grinning as her eyelids flutter open slowly and she takes me in. My hand is on my cock and I’m pumping it up and down slowly.

  “Christ you are beautiful baby,” I tell her, stepping towards the tub and stepping into the water.

  She sits up and leans forward, allowing me to slide in behind her, my cock now wedged between us. My hands slide around her front and palm her breasts, massaging them in my hands while she sinks further into me.

  “How was your day?” She asks with a low moan.

  “Long,” I say, nipping the back of her neck where a dainty letter E is placed in soft black ink. She got the tattoo for our two year wedding anniversary and it took dropping the kids off with my folks for an entire weekend in order for me to appropriately admire it. We didn’t leave our bed for almost forty-eight hours straight while I looked over her entire body carefully for any more surprise tattoos. “How was your day?”

  “Oh the usual,” she says. “Kaleb took one of Jamie’s bras to school for show and tell. I taught a couple lessons and then Jamie and I got into an argument over Lasik eye surgery.”

  “Christ, is she still on that?”

  “Yup. She thinks glasses make her look ugly,” she says with a sigh.

  Our current struggle has been Jamie’s change from child to preteen. I had no fucking clue just how many things can be wrong when you’re a girl. Grey says it’s all normal and I hope she’s right.

  I trail a hand down her stomach to the apex of her thighs which she parts instantly.

  “Mm, that’s right baby, let me get rid of some of that tension,” I rasp against her neck.

  I slip one finger inside of her and add another before pumping my hand in and out slowly. My other hand holds the weight of her breast as my fingers pluck and roll her hardened nipple.

  “Fuck I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you Grey,” I groan as she grinds her backside against my cock and grips my wrist, riding my hand.

  I remove my hand and lift her hips easily, sliding her down my cock while she grips the sides of the bathtub and grinds her hips back and forth. Her skin is slick and peppered with tiny bubbles, her hair falls free from its knot and falls down her back. It’s a fucking privilege to watch my beautiful wife ride my cock and take her pleasure.

  “God Eric, I’m so close,” she moans.

  “Come for me babe, I’m right behind you,” I groan, bucking my hips up into her as water sloshes around us and spills over the rim and onto the floor.

  Her pussy clamps down on me as she stills and throws her head back, coming undone and gasping my name as I drive into her, coming in long hard strokes until she falls back against me and we lay connected in the lukewarm water while our heartbeats begin to slow.

  “Damn, I’ve been waiting for that all day,” I say.

  “Mm, was it worth it?” She asks sleepily.

  “Everything’s worth waiting for when it comes to you babe… Everything.”

  The End

  About the Author

  Stella James enjoys reading, yoga and beer/wine. Not necessarily in that order. She writes in her limited spare time for your reading pleasure and also to silence the various characters that have taken up residence in her cute little head.

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  The Blue Falls Series

  Worth the Chance – Book one/Cole and Lily (available now)

  Worth the Risk – Book two/Trace and Sophie (available now)

  Clipped – A Blue Falls novella/ Mona and Walker (available now)

  Worth the Fight – Book three/Kate and Asher (available now)

  Wild – A Blue Falls novella/Brent and Hanna

  Worth the Wait – Book 4/Eric and Grey

  Also by Stella James

  The Boss – A novella contribution to the Amazon bestselling anthology, Brothel: The magnolia diaries

  Excerpt from Wild (a Blue Falls novella)

  Available now on Amazon!

  Copyright © 2017 Stella James

  Chapter one

  Hanna

  When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Cunningham told me I had ants in my pants. I literally had no idea what that cranky old goat was talking about until the day after I graduated high school and I was overcome with this insane itch to hop on a plane and get the hell out of Blue Falls. I had a nice little savings account from years of babysitting, so that’s exactly what I did. Las Vegas, Thailand, London, Paris. I worked as I travelled and was fearless in my pursuit of any place that felt new and shiny. Now here I am…eight years later, driving down the highway in my step mom, Barbara’s, Ford Taurus wearing nothing but my Wonder Woman undies and a novelty T-shirt with a picture of Sam Elliot’s face on the front.

  Two weeks ago I had been living in Ireland for nearly four years, only coming back to the small town I grew up in at Christmas time. Two weeks ago I had an epiphany as my boyfriend Sean broke up with me over a pint at the pub where he bartended. If I see one more Irish crotch loaf, I’m going to vomit. Not exactly what Oprah would call an ‘ah-ha moment’ but it was enough to get me on a plane and back home so I could figure out my next move. If I’m being really honest with myself, I was already getting restless before Sean ended things. We weren’t that serious and actually ended up getting completely shit faced together that night to celebrate the ending of our brief but very enjoyable relationship. Now I have no idea what I’m going to do or where I’m heading next, which would usually suit me fine but at the moment it just doesn’t feel right to not know.

  I look up at the rear view mirror to see a set of blue and red flashing lights. I glance at the speedometer and notice that I’m breaking the speed limit by more than just a smidge. Great. This is exactly what I need right now. I look down at Sam and his sexy as fuck moustache before I sigh my frustration and flip on my blinker, pulling over onto the side of the highway. I just saw Trace with Sophie and their little girl along with the rest of our crew at the lake so I know it won’t be him pulling up behind me, unfortunately.

  I turn off the ignition and reach for my wallet along with Barbara’s insurance and registration slips. I roll down the window and prepare to use my innocent girl voice which is usually reserved for naughty foreplay, when I hear the crunching of boots on gravel and a dark, looming shadow blocks the streaming sunlight from my open window. I glance up slowly and let my eyes take in the trim waist and broad chest that strains against the tan polyester bl
end of his uniform. I drink in the set of large biceps and veiny, sweet baby yoda, veiny forearms attached to deliciously large hands whose thumbs are now hooked onto a belt. A belt that I bet can do alllll kinds of things besides hold up this guy’s pants.

  “License and registration please ma’am,” he says in a voice so deep and sexy that my panties nearly disintegrate on the spot.

  “Here you go officer, was I going a little fast?” Cute and innocent. That’s me.

  His large hand reaches out and takes the thin cards from me and I actually have to stop myself from licking his tan skin. Jesus, it hasn’t been that long, get your shit together Hanna.

  He continues to stand outside my door and I’m wondering if there’s a problem with my license. That’s the first thing I did when I got back in the country was retake my driver’s test because I knew I’d go nuts if I couldn’t get around on my own. It says “temporary” on it while I wait for my official card but the girl at the DMV said I shouldn’t have any problems.

  “Um, excuse me, is there a problem?” I ask sweetly.

  “I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle ma’am,” he says.

  “Is that really necessary? Because I’m not wea-“

  “Ma’am, please step out of the vehicle.”

  Yes sir, right away sir. Thank God I didn’t wear a thong today, or better yet, thank God I wore underwear at all. Fuck.

  I open the door and climb out as gracefully as one can while wearing such a clearly fashionable ensemble. I think the yellow rubber boots I’m wearing really tie the outfit together. At least my hair and make-up are on point. I’m now standing beside the car with my back turned to officer hot stuff and when I go to turn around his deep voice stops me in my tracks.

  “Don’t bother turning around ma’am, I’m going to need you to step over to the shoulder of the highway for a little sobriety test.”

  “A sobriety test, it’s three o’clock in th-“

  “Please ma’am, just do as you’re told,” he says.

  Is this guy for real? Ugh, I mentally take back my initial appreciation and effectively re-name him officer dick face. I walk to the front of the car and over to the side of the highway as traffic flies by. Someone even honks, obviously appreciating me in all my glory.

  “That’s fine right there,” he says. “Now just walk in a straight line, one foot in front of the other. I’ll tell you when to stop.

  I exhale a loud and clearly annoyed breath and do as I’m told. I walk about ten feet before he tells me to turn around and come back the way I came, one foot snugly in front of the other.

  “Sam Elliot fan?” He smirks.

  “Who isn’t? But actually, I was at a barbeque at Rock Lake and got barfed on by my friend’s three year old son. After washing off the stench of hotdogs and cotton candy, fashion choices were somewhat limited to whatever I could find crammed in the backseat and trunk. Figured I’d be safe on the ten minute drive home. Silly old me.”

  I stop a few feet in front of him and when I look up I actually have to work at maintaining the irritation in my expression. Officer hot stu- I mean dick face, is built like a fucking Greek God. Of course. The line of his jaw is sharp and his light brown hair is nearly brush cut short. I can’t see his eyes behind his aviators but I bet they’re the perfect shade of fucking sky blue, because why wouldn’t they be? He catches me clearly ogling him and grins. Lord have mercy on my dirty little soul, he has dimples. Plural. As in matching little marks of please fuck me on the hood of your cruiser, dimples.

  “Well I think it’s safe to say that you’re sober, Ms. Mitchell. I am going to have to write you a ticket for speeding though. You were going at least fifteen over the posted limit.”

  He bends over the hood of the car and writes out a ticket, I step towards him and accept the offensive piece of paper, too distracted by him to bother looking at it.

  “You’re free to go, have a nice afternoon,” he smiles and turns for his cruiser while I stand there like a moron and watch his fine ass walk away.

  The slamming of his door jars me from my pervy inner thoughts and I get back in the car. Christ, I need to give myself a little hello when I get back to Mona’s. I check the time on my phone and figure I should be able to fit in a quick session of one on one time before I have to be at Mac’s for my first shift.

  I turn on the engine and fire up the AC before I unfold the ticket and nearly shit myself. THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS?! Is he high? This can’t be right, I’m calling the Sheriff’s office. I scan the ticket for the officer’s name and when I find it in the corner, along with his signature I feel my face turn five shades of red and my jaw instantly clenches. Mother fucking Brent Doyle.

  Excerpt from Clipped (a Blue Falls novella)

  Available now on Amazon!

  Copyright © 2016 Stella James

  Chapter one

  Mona

  I recline back on the bed and prop myself up, watching with blatant appreciation as he slowly pulls his belt free and removes his expensive slacks, followed by his white Calvin Klein’s. I’ve already ripped the shirt from his body, sending tiny buttons to scatter all over the fancy hotel carpet. His body was made for one thing and one thing only. To fuck me into a coma. I bring my heated gaze to the main attraction and nearly pass out. Holy mother fucking penis batman. I am no stranger to the d. I love the d. And the d loves me. But this thing is in a class all its own and looks like it means business. My thoughts are interrupted by a deep voice. Ah yes. That deep, panty melting, kick me in the face sexy as fuck voice.

  “Don’t worry, Red. We’ll take it slow,” he says with a smirk.

  Pardon moi? Slow? Umm, no. If this is my last one night stand ever I am not taking it slow. I am going to hop aboard the cock express and choo choo my way to pleasure town. If I die, at least I’ll die happy. I’m already naked and waiting on the bed. Well, naked except for my shoes. They are red and fabulous and Slick here insisted I keep them on for the duration of our little tryst. I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I stand in front of him in my four inch sticks and still have to tilt my head back to meet his stare.

  “Well the thing is, Slick, I’m not really into slow.” I place my lips on his chest and gently bite his taut skin. I soothe the small mark with my tongue and watch as his blue eyes turn dark, like a storm or some equally poetic shit. I let him nudge me back on to the bed and pull me to the edge of the mattress so that my feet are touching the floor.

  “Thank fuck for that,” he says before he puts his mouth on my neatly waxed pussy and begins to lap me up like a damn ice cream cone. I lift one leg and drape it over his broad shoulder, grinding my hips up, I try everything in my power to bring his face closer. Never in my life have I felt such a rush. My whole body goes up in flames. He sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and uses two of his very large fingers to fuck me. He shows no mercy. He shows no sign of slowing down. I am seconds away from drenching this man’s gorgeous face. I would scream his name over and over if only I knew it. My orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks, a steady stream of moans and incoherent ramblings fall from my lips as he continues to devour me. When I float back down from orgasm heaven, I reach for the condom beside me. He crawls onto the bed, licking his lips and groaning with satisfaction. I rip the package open with my teeth and cover his massive cock before I straddle him, my thighs are snug against the sides of his magnificent body. I lean down and put my mouth on his, the taste of whiskey and my own brand heavy on his tongue. I guide him to my dripping core and drop down slowly. His breathe hisses as I bury every inch of his cock inside of me. I remain still as my body stretches around him, when the burn fades I sit up and begin to rock back and forth. Sweet holy hell, I can feel him everywhere and it’s fucking fantastic. He places his hands on my breasts and rolls my pierced nipples between his fingers, plucking at the small silver bars. I increase my speed as his hands grip my hips forcefully. He pulls me along his length and growls deep in his throat. There is nothing romantic abou
t the way we fuck each other. We are like addicts chasing a high. I cum again and feel it in every bone in my body. He flips me onto my back and fucks me hard until he cums with a strangled shout met with a curse. He pulls out slowly and rolls onto his back beside me. The hotel suite is quiet with the exception of our heavy gasps and pounding hearts. He goes to the bathroom to take care of the condom while I take one last look at his very fine ass. When he comes back to the bed, he pulls me close and I instinctively curl into his side. I wait until his breathe is slow and even before I slide from his hold, grab my dress and head for the door.

  *

  I roll over and snatch my phone off the end table, fumbling with the screen until the wretched noise ceases to exist. It’s been three days since my one night stand with that slick suit and his beautiful penis and three God damn nights of little to no sleep. What did he do to me? It doesn’t matter how dead tired I am, the minute my head hits the pillow and I close my eyes, I see him. I feel him. Trusty old Mr. Bob can’t even take the ache away. And if he can’t then nothing will. Bob is top of the line. The Cadillac of vibrators. I need help, or therapy or some kind of herbal cure. Anything. I blame the wine, it’s always the damn wine.

  I was sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge after my epically lame date with Derek the realtor. I had high hopes for that one, really I did. He was hot and built and unintentionally funny. I was halfway through my perfectly cooked slab of steak when he whipped out the big guns. The fucking question that never fails to end things before they really begin.