“Not that I can think of,” I say, and I can feel the excitement bubbling between my legs.
“Good, now it's time to get naked,” he all but growls out at me. I don’t know why when he does that it turns me on more than anything else ever has. I decide to be brave and give him a show.
“Sit there,” I say to him, pointing at the chair he has near the bed. I grab my phone and throw on my music app, I pick the eighties hits station. I turn around and see he’s unbuttoned his shirt and removed his jacket. I lick my lips at how delicious he looks, I can’t wait to lick him all over. I begin to sway my hips in sync to the rhythm. I slowly let my hair down and it hangs over my shoulders.
“Fuck me, Trinity. You’re like every man’s wet dreamed wrapped in one package,” he says, not taking his eyes off my hips as they’re gyrating. I love to dance, and by the look in Turk’s eyes, he’s liking watching me just as much. He’s mentally undressing me, and I can feel his eyes burning into me, with every move I make. I slowly and methodically begin unbuttoning my jacket, taking my time, and making each move count. The music switches to a faster beat so I turn around and bend over and shake my ass at him. I hear him groan and I feel sexy and beautiful. Slipping my hands behind my back,
Deciding I want to drag this out some, I slowly put my hand down my skirt and touch myself, I can’t believe how bold I’m being, but then again, we only get one wedding night and I need to make it count. I moan at the intrusion I’m inflicting upon myself. I look over my shoulder and see he has moved up to the edge of his seat. I quickly unzip and unbutton my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in a lacy shell and a slip that has a slit going up the side.
“Fuck, if I had known that was under there, we might not have made it out of the courthouse,” he mutters. What? It’s a plain lacy shell. Granted, it’s somewhat see-through, but really, it’s not super-risqué. Then again, we’ve had to wait four weeks so maybe that’s what has him going on. Winking at him, I reach down and palm my breast and can see his erection straining against his pants. Deciding to take a little pity on him, I get down on my hands and knees and crawl towards him. I see his eyes flare, he knows that I’m fixing to give him some much-needed release, or so he thinks. I make it to him and use his knees to lift myself up on my own. I twirl my hair around and lick my lips, he moans, and I smile at him. Feeling very much like the vixen I’m trying to portray. Reaching out, I allow my index finger to stroke down his pants-clad length and when he tries to grab me, I say, “Nuh uh, no touching the dancers, sir.” If his eyes get any darker, I may explode, but channeling every dancer I’ve ever seen, I set out to give him the lap dance of a lifetime. The music switches again, and we have a slow beat, so I use my sensuality and crawl up his body. I’m now standing upright and turn around and put my legs over his to where my ass is lined-up to his eyes. I begin to dance and twerk, and his hands come up and grab my hips. I remove them and switch my position, I am now facing him and grinding on his very stiff erection. I pull one of the straps down to where it’s hanging on my shoulder then repeat on the other side, grateful that it’s a bit...stretchy. I grab the bottom and pull up my top to where it sits on top of my breasts. He leans over and grabs one in his mouth, eliciting a moan from deep inside my chest.
“Enough!” he hollers out and picks me up, carrying me over to the bed.
In no time at all, I’m lying there in nothing but a skimpy scrap of lace that doesn’t even cover me and he’s tossing his clothes off. He spreads my legs as he crawls up the bed until he’s face to face with my soaked panties. I see him breath in deeply and shudder at the look in his eyes. He looks like he’s starving and I’m the only meal in sight. Before I can say anything, he’s snapped the sides of my panties and I’m there, open to his gaze. His eyes never leaving mine, he leans in and swipes his tongue from bottom to top before sucking my clit into his mouth. My back arches of its own accord and I can't help calling out his name.
“Turk, yes, more.” He continues his assault, his fingers moving and stroking while his lips and tongue move relentlessly against my overheated core. I reach down and grab a hand full of his long hair, removing the band so I can run my fingers through it. I grab on to my purchase, not sure if I’m trying to pull him closer or push him away. I feel an orgasm creeping up on me, and I still haven't been able to touch him the way I want to. “Turk...I wanted to be...able...to touch you too,” I stammer out.
“Soon, sweetness,” he murmurs, increasing his pace. The tsunami that’s barreling up through my body has me seeing stars as I pull his head closer and ride out the waves. By the time I return to my senses, he’s gently licking me, staying away from my over-sensitized clit.
“My turn,” I rasp out. He turns over on his back and I see his cock jutting up towards the ceiling. I crawl over him and straddle him. I slowly move back and am on my knees with my ass sticking up in the air. I take my hand and wrap it around his girth. I swipe it up and down several times, and see pre-cum on the tip.
Crack!
“What was that for?” I ask. The sting is minimal, but it surprised me. And I can’t figure out how the hell he managed to reach me, to boot!
“Quit teasing me, woman,” he says, a grin on his face. Yeah, he’s one to talk. He’s got teasing down to a fine art, but then again, I did dance for him.
“Bossy.”
“Cock-tease.” I smile slyly at him and lean down and swipe my tongue across his tip, making sure to remove his pre-cum with my tongue. “Like I said…” he starts, but he doesn’t finish because I take him in my mouth as far as I can. “Fuck!” he hollers out and lifts up in a semi-crunch type position. I use my hand that is not holding the base of him and push him back down to the best of my ability. He takes his cue and lays back down, but gathers my hair in his hands.
“Gonna watch you as you take me, Trin,” he rasps out, his hips surging upward.
I know we can’t do this long because I need to feel him deep inside me, but I’ve been wanting to taste him since I saw him standing in the doorway this morning before we left the house. I swallow him, and use my tongue with every up and downward move I make. I’m really getting into it when he curls up again and lifts me up under my arms and drags me back up his body. “Need you, sweetness, now,” he says before impaling me on his dick. The movement is so quick that I don’t have time to prepare myself for his girth and length. It doesn't take long for my body to accept him and I begin to bounce up and down matching him thrust for thrust.
His grip on my hips is so tight I’m sure I’ll have bruises but right now, I don’t give a shit. We are so in sync with one another that I can’t tell where he begins, and I end. My eyes roll back in my head and I lose my rhythm, he rolls us over and he pushes my knees up to where they are placed by my ears.
“Need you too much right now,” he says as he dives back inside of me.
Chief
I’m pounding away inside of my wife as if my life depends on it. I can’t seem to get enough of her right now, I’m not sure if it’s because she’s finally carrying my last name, or if it’s just her in general that drives me to insanity. Leaning in, I capture her lips in a kiss, likely a good thing, because I can feel the walls of her pussy clenching around my dick and I know she’s about to come again. “Come for me, beautiful,” I whisper against her lips before I swallow her scream. Can’t have anyone coming down the hall to investigate and with this crew, it’s possible. I won’t have her embarrassed, however, and if that means kissing her breathless, so be it. She freezes, and I know she’s coming, which sets off my own orgasm. I continue to thrust in and out as I come while I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaw. “Always so fucking good, sweetness,” I murmur.
“Is it me, Turk, or does it feel like we connect more with each and every time we make love?”
“We connect with each and every morning I wake up with you lying beside me, beautiful. You make me a better man with each breath you take. It’s not our lovemaking that brings us closer together, i
t’s our love and trust that we gift each other with daily.”
I hear a sniffle and tilt her chin so she’s looking at me. “No tears today, wife of mine.”
“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, though,” she replies. Her smile says it all though, she’s sated and right now, I’m wishing we didn’t have to leave this room. But if I know one thing, it’s that Nan would tear me a new one if we didn’t.
“As much as I don’t want to leave, we need to get cleaned up and rejoin the rest of the crew.”
She laughs at the look on my face. “I need a short shower at least, Turk. You drowned me in your release and i don’t want to leave the room smelling like sex.”
“I like the way sex smells on you,” I tell her, meaning every word. I love the way she smells after we’ve been intimate with one another. I like knowing she’s carrying a piece of me on her, especially when she’s around other men. Call me a caveman, a Neanderthal, whatever, I don’t give a shit. Seeing that she’s serious, I pull us out of the bed and into the bathroom. Good thing we have other clothes here from previous overnighters. We jump in my shower that’s attached to my room, and do a quick cleanup of each other, I wanted to get dirty again, but my wife gave me a dirty look which made me think twice. Damn, why did I agree to a reception only hours after we got married, I need to spend the night buried deep inside of her, now I get to go deal with Jekyll and Hyde, otherwise known as Smokey and Bandit.
We walk out of the room hand in hand and the fucking clowns stand up from their seated positions on the couch and applaud us, fuckers.
“Alright, none of your usual antics tonight,” Axe calls out, giving them a ‘don’t mess with’ me look and he even used his president’s voice.
“Wasn’t gonna say nothing, Axe,” Smokey replies, his voice sounding sulky.
“Yeah, just wanted to congratulate the newlyweds is all,” Bandit states.
“Be very sure that whatever comes out of your mouth doesn’t embarrass my wife or you’ll have me to deal with,” I tell them both. Trinity squeezes my hand and I know she’s alright and not letting these two ruin her day. I’m going to be the first one to make their lives a living hell when they finally find their woman. If they ever find one that can deal with their warped senses of humor that is. I follow my woman’s lead as she takes me out of the room, we head towards the kitchen where she goes straight to the fridge and grabs me a beer and herself a diet coke. I hear a throat clearing behind me and turn around, just as I take a sip of my beer. I see my parents standing there, and without thinking, I spew my beer out of my mouth and it lands in DJ’s face.
“What the fuck?” she asks, giving me a death glare.
Ignoring her I say, “The fuck are you two doing here?”
“We were invited,” my mother says to me in response. I look and see my father shift from foot to foot. He looks just as uncomfortable as I do in this situation, well, fuck him. I don’t care how uncomfortable he is, he’s on my turf now.
“Son,” my mother begins. I cut her off.
“Who? Who invited you?”
“Ummm...that would be me,” Trinity says, holding her hand up in the air.
“And me,” Nan says coming in the room from behind my parents.
“You two ganging up on me now?” I ask in frustration.
“Of course not!” Trinity calls out.
“I need a minute,” I say, turning around and walking out the back door. I walk out towards the back of the property and hear someone following me. Not caring who it is, I keep going until I hit the fence line. I lean on the fence and rest my head against it. I can’t even believe that man has the gall to come here. I was never good enough for him, never Indian enough for him, I didn’t like the traditions he wanted me to learn and follow. I always did walk to the beat of my own drum. Lost in thoughts of childhood I don’t acknowledge the person standing next to me.
“Brother, hear them out,” Axe says. “Mom and Trinity didn’t mean anything by it, inviting them, they’re all about family and you know this. From the look on your dad’s face, I’m thinking that he’s realized he fucked up.”
“But why now? Why today?” I ask, my jaw clenched in frustration.
“Because it’s a day of celebration. You and Trinity getting married and adopting the girls, the three of them getting their cuts now that you two have emerged from your room. What better day than to let bygones be bygones? Not saying you have to move them into your house, but from the little you’ve shared, I know you were close to your mom.”
I sigh at his words because he’s right. Even though my dad pushed me hard, my mom always tried to soften his harshness, and we were close until I left. I didn’t mean to push her out of my life, but the reality is that if I have to talk to her, I’d have to deal with him as well. And that has always been something I’ve attempted not to do since the day I walked away and didn’t turn back.
“Your girls need grandparents, Chief. They’ve got us and of course, Mom, but they need your family too, brother.”
“Boy!” I hear a voice I haven’t heard in years call out to me. I turn around and see my grandmother, in her traditional garments. My jaw drops, and I can’t believe my eyes...my grandmother hasn't left the reservation in years, twenty to be exact.
“Lakota?” I say, in my native Sioux’s tongue, it’s the traditional name for grandmother.
“Boy, get over here and stop acting like a spoiled child.” My feet naturally gravitate towards her and she grabs me by my ears, like she did when I was a child and pulls my face down towards her. “Let an old lady get a look at you,” she says, and I smile down at her small stature. My grandmother learned the English language when my mother joined the family, and she’s always used it whenever she’s had a chance. I love this woman, she was my best friend when I was little, and I’ve desperately missed her.
“I’ve missed you, Lakota.”
“I’ve missed your spoiled butt too,” she says, causing me to laugh. I see Axe make his way back inside while I’m enraptured in my grandmother’s appearance. “Now, who is that delightful young woman who was holding your hand?”
“My wife, Lakota. We got married today,” I tell her proudly.
“Tell me more, grandson, I have missed much.” We sit on the back porch and I tell her all about Trinity and the girls, my job as the chief of police, and my RGMC brothers.
Trinity
I watch as Turk walks out the door, and suddenly my bright idea doesn’t seem so much as a good type of surprise anymore. I look over to his mother and say, “I’m sorry, I just wanted your family to be part of our day.” An older woman steps through the door, shouldering her way past the two.
“My grandson is a stubborn one, you let his grandmother take care of him,” she says heading out the back door after him.
“My husband and son don’t have the best of relationships, but it’s something we are hoping to amend. You just gave us a reason to make it happen sooner rather than later.” I walk up and hug her, she is my mother-in-law after all. She reciprocates the embrace and we introduce ourselves to each other. Her husband is not so friendly looking, so I decide to let him lead. I take Leah, Turk’s mother, to meet the girls. All of the kids are in the media room being supervised by two of the prospects. I can hear laughter coming from the room and see it affects Leah just as much as it does me. There is something about children's laughter that can bring people together and break the ice. I look back and see Turk’s father following us, he’s quiet as a mouse because I wasn’t aware he was back there.
“Let me introduce you to your granddaughters,” I tell Leah before walking over to Claree and Shelby, who are watching the boys play Sonic the Hedgehog. “Girls, I’d like you to meet your dad’s parents.” Both girls turn to me with wide eyes and I hold back a smile.
“Leah, this is Claree and the little one is Shelby.” Leah’s eyes fill with tears as she crouches down to look at Shelby, who has curled herself around Claree’s legs.
I can’t help but wonder what Hotah means in Sioux, and even further, I wonder how the last name Dennison goes with the whole Indian heritage thing. I’ve never questioned Turk on it, but now I’m truly curious. Something to ponder and ask Turk about when we aren’t around so many people.
Shelby then shocks the hell out of me when she peels away from Claree and goes to Turk’s father, who has moved closer, but is still standing there, all solemn-faced. She looks at him then says, “Up, up!” while raising her hands. I watch with what I know is a shocked expression on my face as this stern-faced man reaches down and picks up my daughter. She pats his face and grins, saying, “Hotah” over and over. Tears are streaming down Leah’s face watching her husband hold Shelby. Leave it to a baby to break the ice.
“Little one, you are precious,” Hotah says.
I watch as she leans her head on his shoulder. She’s not as trusting as she likely once was thanks to the abuse she suffered at her father’s hand, so her actions have stunned me.
Meanwhile, Claree is looking at Leah with wonder on her face. “I’ve...I’ve never had a grandma before,” she whispers. I remember in her file that her maternal grandparents were deceased, so this is all new for her.
“I’ve never been a grandma before,” Leah replies. “But I like it already.”
Claree grins before saying, “Me, too. What do I call you?”
Leah looks up at me before saying, “Lakota is the Sioux name for grandmother, but you can call me whatever you want.”
“Lakota,” Claree tries it out on her tongue, “I like it! It’s different than all of my friends and it is fun to say.” I see Leah smile at the thought of being called grandmother, I hope this is the beginning of mending a very shaky relationship between my man and his parents. I can only hope that this turns out the way I have hoped it will and doesn’t backfire in my face.
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