I purred like a kitten as he pushed my panties aside and shoved his tongue between my folds. I sucked him harder. Using our fingers, lips and tongues, we replaced all the sadness with pleasure. It didn’t take long for the first splash of hot cum to hit my mouth. Ribbons of sweet, salty goodness flowed, pushing me over the edge. My climax erupted so strong it brought tears to my eyes.
He crawled off of me and settled on the seat near my head. “Gemma. Babe, don’t cry.”
I sat up, wiped my eyes and licked my lips. “This time, they’re happy tears.”
“Oh.” He adjusted his pants. “Well, then let’s get out of here. My bike isn’t far. Where do you want me to take you?”
“I’d like to say home, but the interment will happen in a few minutes. There’s one person I need to say goodbye to before we go.” My voice quivered.
“It’s an emotional day for you, and I won’t hold you to—”
“I want you to hold me.” I turned to face him and placed my hand on his chest. “Hold me accountable for my actions and promises. Hold me in your arms and kiss me both day and night. And hold me forever in your heart.”
His lips covered mine. His tongue demanded entry. My mouth opened, and he pillaged. I ran my fingers through the silky strands of his short hair and climbed on his lap. The passion burned hotter than the sun. We kissed until the chapel doors opened, signaling the end of the funeral.
The cemetery was next door. We left the limo, held hands and followed the pallbearers as they carried the casket towards the opening in the green grass. Once my grandfather was lowered into his forever resting place, I sobbed like a little girl who'd lost the most important person in her life.
I dropped to my knees and covered my face with my hands. “You should… be here. You should be the one…. to walk me down the aisle,” I stammered between sobs. My whispered ramblings were too low for anyone but me and my grandfather to hear. “I found… love. I’d lost him, but he’s mine… again. I think you’d be proud of us. No secrets. Only love.”
“Dammit, I miss you.” I slammed my fist into the earth.
Blake’s fingers massaged my shoulder. “Take as much time as you need.”
“Okay.” I shook the dirt from my knuckles and took several deep breaths. “I had an entire speech planned, but you hate… hated formalities. I want to say thank you for bringing me to Lakeside. Thanks for introducing me to Blake. Thank you for being in my corner and telling me to chase my dreams. I’d trade all your millions for a few more days with you. Guess money can’t buy happiness after all.”
I chuckled and stood. “I love you. I know you wanted to see me happy, and Blake makes me happy. I’m staying in Lakeside. I promise I’ll come visit, but goodbye for now.”
Without speaking to anyone, we left together. I rode on the back of Blake’s motorcycle, leaving my parents gawking behind us. We skipped the reception. When the day was over and we were alone in my grandfather’s house, I thanked Blake properly.
Chapter Eleven
Blake
The will reading was due to start shortly and Gemma was a wreck. Our early morning lovemaking hadn’t helped her relax. With my hands behind my head, I sat back on the leather couch and enjoyed the serenity of a new day while she jabbed her finger at her phone. A crisp morning breeze drifted in from the open windows. She rubbed her arms, but I doubted she was cold.
“Everything all right?”
With her focus glued to her phone, she didn’t answer. I looked behind her at the stunning views of the lake. Every room was designed to make the most of the gorgeous environment. I had always loved this house. The log-cabin had belonged to my family for generations. My great-grand-pappy had built it with his brothers. Rough times had forced our family to re-mortgage. Two missed payments and the bank had sold it from under us. At first, I hated Henry, but he brought Gemma to me.
“Fuck,” Gemma cursed. “Son-of-a-horse’s-ass!”
“Horse ass. Interesting. Babe, if being the executrix is driving you crazy, you don’t have to go.”
Unless Henry had changed the will, nothing was coming her way. She still wanted to attend in case there was an heirloom or note he’d left for her. The girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth was about to shed a lot of zeros. We didn’t need the money if it came with strings attached. I’d provide a good life for us.
She slammed her phone on the coffee table, clenched her fists and waved them in the air. “She’s infuriating.”
“Can you be more specific? That statement pretty much sums up your mother but doesn’t tell me what she’s done now.”
“Empty. All of them. She wiped me clean.”
I had a hunch we weren’t leaving quite yet. I plopped my ankle over my knee, getting comfortable. “You predicted she would cancel your cards and close your joint accounts,” I reminded her.
“It’s one thing to think the worst of someone, but it’s another level of loathing when they live up to their abysmal rating. I knew I should have hit the bank before we came back here yesterday.”
She paced the living room, mumbling under her breath and looking adorable. Her pink cheeks were brighter than the early morning sun, beaming with indignation. With every step, her breasts bounced. We’d made love twice already, but my dick hardened ready for round three.
“You could change your mind. Tell me to walk away and go beg them for—”
“The only thing I’ll beg for is your cock and for you to make me cum.” She placed her hands on her wide hips. “You’re mine. This is my home. My mind and my heart are set.”
“Come here.” I held out my hand for her to take.
“Blake, what am I going to do? In a matter of minutes, I’ll be homeless. I have literally twenty dollars in my wallet and a broken car.” She slapped her forehead. “Oh fuck! I haven’t even paid you for the parts or repairs.”
“Don’t worry so much. We’ll figure it out.”
Her shoulders slumped forward. “Your optimism is kind of sexy. I wish I shared your faith, but I have to face them with this news hovering over me. This is retribution for choosing you over them. Vindictive jerks wouldn’t know how to love if they were clobbered over the head with a… I don’t know. I’m just mad. And sad.”
I dropped my foot to the floor and inched forward until my ass rested at the edge of the couch. I curled my finger, signaling she needed to come closer. She shuffled near, stopping when her bare feet landed between mine. Seated, her chest grazed my nose. I untucked her silver blouse and lifted it over her sensational breasts. Two glorious mountains with dusty rose-colored peaks.
She shivered. “Blake, we don’t have time for fun. You have to work, and I need to be present for the reading.”
The black lace didn’t little hide her perky nipples. Using my teeth, I lowered the lace, exposing the delectable rosebud. I sucked it into my mouth and moaned as it pebbled against my tongue.
“Trust me.” I gripped her hips, keeping her closer as I switched breasts and lavished attention on her other nipple. We had plenty of time. More than enough time to make her forget everything except how much I loved her.
“I do… but we… oh… wow. Why does that feel so good?”
I inhaled, smelling her arousal. My cock wanted desperately to plow between her legs, but not yet. I cupped her sex. The heat from her pussy branded my skin. She was so wet. I released her elongated tip and smiled.
“Why does the money bother you?” I asked as I rubbed her clit and soaked her panties.
She closed her eyes. “Because I need money to survive.”
I stood and bent her over the armrest. My palm greeted her backside with a quick slap. She yelped and glanced at me over her shoulder. Her glasses slid down her nose, making her raised eyebrows even more pronounced. I lifted her skirt over her rounded globes and smacked her pale skin again. Her cheeks pinked nicely.
“What was that for?”
Sinking two fingers into her core, I growled as her eyes rolled back. “Wrong answer
. You’re programmed to think that, but it’s not true.”
I slapped her ass again with my free hand, earning a long groan. I couldn’t tell if it was from her or me. Her cream dripped down the back of my hand. She liked having her ass spanked. I slapped her lightly. Her walls clenched around me, quivering for more.
“Does money make you happy?”
“No,” she breathed, clutching the armrest for support.
I rewarded her answer, circled her clit and pressed deeper into her center. “Right. Money isn’t love. Say it with me.”
“Money isn’t love.”
She repeated the words over and over as I rubbed her nub faster with my thumb. Her whimpers and moans had a direct line of assault on my cock. It wanted into the fray and refused to be denied. I unzipped my jeans and released my erection.
“What makes you happy?”
The sound of the wind and waves was replaced by our heaving breathing. I swapped my fingers with the tip of my cock. Her pussy was so wet. One thrust and I’d be drenched. Like sliding down a waterslide. Only more fun.
“Blake, please.”
“What makes you happy?” I repeated.
“You do,” she answered.
“Right.” I spanked her hard as I slammed into her. All the way. My balls whacked against the back of her thighs. “Damn you feel amazing. Tight. Perfect. All mine.”
“Yes. I’m yours.”
A primal roar nearly escaped, but I held it back. “Do you need money?”
“No.”
I rocked back and bottomed out again. Any walls left between us were shattered. I pressed my chest to her back and buried my nose in her hair. “What do you need?”
“You. All I need is you.”
“Fucking. Right. Answer.” I enunciated each word with a thrust. “All. You. Need. Is. Me. And. All. I. Need. Is. You.”
She screamed for more and wiggled her ass. I gave her everything and took just as much in return. We shared our bodies and our love. We came together.
I scooped her hair around my fist and planted a kiss at the nape of her neck. “I love you. No matter what happens with the estate, you’ll be fine.”
“You’re right. They took love from me once and it broke me. They can have the money. I can and will survive without it.”
“Now, you are ready to face them, and I’ll be by your side through it all.”
She smiled as she fixed her clothing. “Really? Don’t you need to open? You took time off yesterday for the funeral. Christ. I’m like a tornado, messing up your life in a short amount of time. I don’t want you falling behind because of me.”
“For you. Not because of you,” I corrected and hugged her.
“Same difference. I want my presence in your life to be a good thing.”
“It’s better than good.” I bent my knees and lowered my body until my forehead rested against hers. “You challenge me like no one else on this planet. I earned those scholarships thanks to you. Graduated high school because of you. Hell, I’m going to sound like a sappy asshole right now. Don’t you ever tell Dean what I’m about to say.”
She giggled. “I promise my lips are sealed.”
“You saved me. Dating you then, and now, is my dream come true.”
“Awe. That’s so sweet.”
“Like a wet dream,” I teased, earning a slap to the shoulder. “All kidding aside, you bring out the best in me. Not some cliché bullshit like I’ll change into someone I’m not. I’ll never be a billionaire businessman with a nine-to-five gig, clean hands and a ten-inch schlong.”
“You bring out the best in me too.” Her lips ghosted over mine as her eyes dipped between us. “Are you sure you’re not ten inches? We could measure because I’m sure you’ve got to be close. There’s probably a tape measure—”
I gripped her chin and kissed her hard. When we were kids, I’d been lost. I was planning on quitting football, dropping out of school and taking a labor job at the Quarry. After our very first conversation, I found my way. It’s like she was the missing light in my world. I hit the books, worked out, and she rewarded me with kisses and her heart. Destiny had brought us together the first time. I believed it also had brought us this second chance.
“If you keep kissing me like that, I won’t be able to walk into the lawyer’s office.”
Lifting her into my arms, I carried her towards the door. “Allow me to escort you, my lady.”
We laughed. I set her down on the back of the motorcycle. The worry-lines had disappeared from her forehead. Her skin glowed and her eyes sparkled as she giggled. A sweet angelic melody I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.
The ride to the office on Main Street went by in the blink of an eye. She was still all smiles as she took my hand. With her head held high, we walked in together. Gemma was a grown woman, fully capable of dealing with arrogant pricks, but she didn’t have to face the firing squad alone. We were the last to arrive.
Mr. Harrensburg leaned on his antique desk. The man had a full beard but not a strand on top. He welcomed us and motioned to the corner. The small office had only one available chair. Next to Mrs. Newbury. Gemma hesitated by the door, but I pulled her inside.
I waved at her folks as I lowered myself into the empty seat. “Good seeing you two.”
They didn’t respond. Mrs. Newbury clutched her purse like she expected me to snatch it from her hands. I made a point of pulling Gemma onto my lap. Silence fell over the room as the lawyer got to business and discussed the legalities of the estate. It was ironclad. He passed the final will and testament to Gemma to read.
She spoke clearly, slowly and without emotion. I was sure she didn’t absorb the meaning. Henry was a smart man. He left his house to Gemma. He left everything to her, including her parent's house. There were no strings. He wasn't trying to be a puppet master. He wanted her happy.
When she set the papers down, I grabbed her shaking hands. “Babe. Holy Fuck. He left you everything.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Nothing came out. I smiled, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. She hadn’t expected a dime, but she’d walk out of the office a very rich woman.
“Gemma, you’ll have to sign a few documents,” Mr. Harrensburg said. “The deeds to all his holdings are in a safe deposit box. Here’s the key.”
The silver key dropped into her hand. She stared at it for a moment. “What the actual fuck.”
“That document has been altered. We’ll contest this fabrication,” Gemma’s father announced.
“I can assure you; he was of sound mind when he changed it eight years ago. We revisited and discussed it annually. It has more than the required amount of witnesses and each copy has been notarized.”
Gemma’s head snapped in his direction. “Eight. What month?”
Mr. Harrensburg bent his billowy frame over his desk and retrieved the papers. “June. Why?”
“He changed it when you sent me away. I wish he—”
“You were always so spoiled. He doted on you more than his own daughter. My father was a cruel man.” Mrs. Newbury stood and marched towards the door. “How much time do we have before you toss us out?” She didn’t look at her daughter as she spoke. “We’ll need several months if not more.”
“Oh, I almost forgot about this.” Mr. Harrensburg walked around his desk and removed a small manila envelop from the top drawer. “It’s addressed to you Gemma.”
She ripped it open. Two wedding bands tumbled to the floor. I picked them up. Her hands were shaking as she read the note. When she was done, tears leaked from her hazel eyes and she pressed the paper over her heart.
“How long?” Her mother demanded an answer.
“You can stay. I’m not throwing you out. We’re family; and that’s not how a loving family treats each other.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “Stay as long as you like. Once the funds are released, I’ll provide you both with an acceptable allowance.”
“An allowance,” her father repea
ted incredulously.
“Yes. In order to receive mine, I had to do as you wished. The tables have turned.”
“Gemma be reasonable,” her mother protested. “We did what was best for you.”
“I expect you both to volunteer. Your membership at the Lodge will not be renewed. The more hours you put in, the bigger the payout. No service. No money.”
“Pumpkin.” Her father placed his hand on her shoulder. “You wouldn’t…”
“Don’t worry, I’d never let you starve. I’ll ensure you have food and shelter. But if you want to continue as socialites, you must give back to the community. Be role models your daughter, and one day your grandchildren, would be proud of.”
“It’s time to go. I can’t be in this hovel of an office for another minute.” Mrs. Newbury left with her husband hot on her heels.
“What did the note say?” I rolled the rings in my hand, itching to place one on her finger.
“He loves me. He wants me to follow my heart, chase my dreams and make them come true.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I didn’t need the money because I already got everything I wanted when we got our second chance. Can I see those rings?”
I handed them to her. She smiled and dropped to one knee. Her eyes locked with mine. The green so intense, it overshadowed all the darkness of the brown. She took my breath away.
“Blake Kruz. I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Hell yes!” I dropped down next to her, kissing her soundly.
“Congratulations,” Mr. Harrensburg said as he waited by the door.
She slipped the diamond band on her ring finger, the plain gold band on mine, and squealed as we climbed to our feet. “I’m so happy right now. I could scream.” She squealed again. “We’re getting married. Oh my god. We can live in my grandfather’s house. Our house. We can say our vows by the water.”
“Slow down. First, let’s leave the lawyers office.”
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