by London James
“Like I’d ever let anything happen to my wife. Come on, now,” he grins.
He opens the truck door and lays me down in the cab of the truck, lifting my dress above my head. All the doors are closed, and he darkens the tint of the windows with a click of a button so no one can see what is going on.
Rowan shucks his shirt off, then his pants, and then his long, thick cock is standing straight toward the roof, waiting to penetrate me. “I haven’t had you in days. It’s been too long.” He climbs over me, just like the time in the cab of his truck when we were eighteen and pushes my legs apart.
He doesn’t say anything else. There is no need. We are married. We are devoted. And he is taking me to the end, but only so a new beginning can start. The cab is crammed—granted a little more roomy than the first truck, but he is bigger now, so when he tries to climb over me, his foot hits the horn, making it go off.
I bark out a laugh, watching him struggle to try and find a way to lay on top of me, but he can’t. He is just too big. I push on his chest and make him sit up and straddle his waist. I keep my hands perched on his shoulders and watch his face as I slide down his cock. His mouth opens wide, and his eyes hood. His chest hair tickles my nipples, causing them to bead instantly.
“Didn’t you tell me you’re on the pill?” he asks suddenly.
I nod, barely holding it together from the pleasure. “I was. But it’s not one hundred percent effective.”
“I guess we should use a condom,” he chuckles, unable to keep a straight face.
“It’s a little late for that now,” I moan when I bring myself up and back down.
His hand lays flat on my stomach, and his thumb rubs back and forth across the plains of the flat surface. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is how it is supposed to be. Me, you, and babies. So many babies. We’ll have the most beautiful family.”
I should protest, but all that comes out is a strangled moan because if we have so many kids, it means he is going to be fucking me all the time, coming into my depths. And the thought has me wanting to try and get pregnant all over again.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Rowan. Just as long as I have you.”
He thrusts up, spearing his cock inside of me from the seated position he is in. I hang on to him, clutching onto him as he takes me to cloud nine.
Epilogue
Rowan
Seventeen years later…
“You are not going on a date with Crowic Anderson, Lila.”
“Why not, dad? I’m sixteen now! I’m going to date eventually,” my teenage daughter argues as my wife sits on the couch, eating popcorn to enjoy the show. The show meaning us. It’s the same argument we have every weekend, ever since she turned sixteen.
“You want to know why? Because his name is Crowic. That should be the number one strike. Two, you’re too young. You aren’t allowed to date until you’re eighteen, we have talked about this. Three, you know what boys want at sixteen? Sex. They want sex, Lila. He is going to use you, and then what if you end up pregnant, and we’re on one of those reality shows? The answer is no. And that is final.”
“Mom! Say something. This isn’t fair. I’m not going to have sex with him!”
“You say that now, sweetie,” Everly says. “Let me talk to your father. Go to your room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“You aren’t going, young lady,” I use my deep, parental voice. The one that says, ‘do not fuck with me on this’.
Her bottom lip wiggles. Her eyes get wide with tears. She has her mother’s eyes, too. “Don’t you dare pull that on me. I know what you’re doing! This isn’t my first rodeo, Lila.”
But she doesn’t stop. Her eyes well with tears. She has the same dent in her chin as her mom and that starts to tremble. I bury my face in my hands and sigh. Why did I have to have a beautiful daughter? She looks just like her mom.
“If Jaxson was going on a date, you would just let him walk out the door, and that isn’t fair!”
“Honey, your brother is fourteen,” Everly points out, “and that isn’t true. We aren’t going to let your brother date until we agree on a dating age for you.”
“All my other friends are dating. This isn’t fair.”
“You know what else isn’t fair? Me in jail because of some asshole kid name Crowic,” I spit.
“He isn’t an asshole. He is in the marching band, and you’re being mean!” She stomps down the hall, dramatically of course, and slams the door. Awful music blares behind it. It’s her way of giving me the middle finger.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh, plopping down on the couch. “She is going to be the death of me.”
“You’re really hard on her, Rowan. She’s sixteen. All girls want to start dating at that age. She’s a good girl. She’s smart. If you do this, she will pull away, and then just date behind our backs. And then who knows what she will get into. Sex, drugs, prostitution. She will run away from home, and work as a sex slave, trying to pay rent because she has daddy issues.”
I grab the remote from my crazy wife’s hands. “Okay, no more Netflix documentaries for you. Crazy,” I mumble.
“Says the guy who won’t let our daughter go on a date with a kid in the marching band.”
I snort, tossing popcorn in my mouth. “Please, those marching band kids are the ones that push the most. I wasn’t born yesterday. I know what that kid wants. I’ve been sixteen.”
“Oh, I know. I was there. Need I remind you. It was different for us, Rowan. We grew up together, we kind of always dated each other even when we weren’t dating. It was always us. You have to let the strings go, just a little, with Lila. I say she can date, but she has to text us every thirty minutes and be home by ten. And if she’s late, then she can’t see her boyfriend for a week.” Everly tosses a piece of popcorn in her mouth, crunching on the buttery goodness.
I sigh. She’s right. But that’s what I love about Everly. She always knows how to keep me in check.
I guess I’m just not ready to admit that my daughter is growing up. It’s so hard to believe. She’s almost getting to the age that Everly and I were, back before this all began.
“Besides,” Everly purrs, “maybe if she’s gone for a few hours we can get up to some trouble.”
Now that sounds like it’s worth it.
“Lila!” I call. I can practically see her eyes roll from my position here on the couch.
“What.” She stomps. “Why won’t you—”
“You can go out with Crowic tonight.”
Her mouth falls open. “R-really?”
“But! Your mother and I have some very strict rules. And if you break any one of these rules you are not leaving the house for a week, do you understand?”
Everly looks over at me, her eyebrows raised, knowing that I made her punishment harsher.
Lila’s eyes light up the same way her mother’s do. “I promise I won’t break the rules!”
“Good, now listen closely. No sex. No drinking. Keep your seatbelt on in the car. And I want you to text us every thirty minutes and be home no later than 10. Do we have a deal?”
Lila practically jumps up and down with joy. “Yes! Thank you, Dad!” She dashes forward and embraces me in a hug. Her honey brown hair—the exact same color of Everly’s shimmers softly. It just melts my heart.
“Don’t thank me, young lady. This was your mother’s idea.”
“Thanks, Mom,” she says, as she reaches down to give her a hug.
Everly kisses Lila on the forehead. “Go get ready. You don’t want to keep him waiting too long.”
Lila grins and dashes up to her bedroom.
“You’re a smart lady,” I grin, taking the bowl of popcorn away from Everly and setting it on the table. “It’s hot.” I settle over her and take her lips in a slow kiss.
Even all these years later, I love her more than I ever thought possible. And I want her more every damn day. If we could have more kids, we would, but Jaxson nearly killed Everly
, and she had to have a hysterectomy. I told her I didn’t care if we couldn’t have more kids. She gave me two beautiful children that are perfect, and if we wanted more, we would adopt.
But two teenagers? That’s enough right now.
“Oh, yeah?” she grins, rubbing her foot down my leg and back up until it settles on my ass.
“Hell yeah, you’re so fucking hot, baby.” I grab her chin in my hand like I always do and plant a kiss on her. She always gets me so worked up. My cock is hard in my jeans as I settle between her legs.
She spreads them wider, diving her tongue in my mouth at the same time. She moans when I start flexing my hips. I’ve never gotten tired of how she feels beneath me. I cup her breasts with my hands, teasing her hardened nubs that are sticking out through her tank top. Our tongues curl together, and she whimpers beneath me.
I turn my baseball hat backwards, something she has recently liked, and when I pull back so she can get a good look at me, she bites her lips and groans as the tip of my jean-covered cock punches her clit.
“Fuck me with the hat on,” she whispers.
“You always want me to fuck you with the hat on.”
“I know. You look so damn good,” she purrs as she runs her hands down her body, her fingers disappearing under her flimsy shorts, and strokes herself.
“Yeah, you want to get yourself off looking at me, baby?” I grin, sliding down my jeans until my cock springs free.
She nods, or tries to, but she sinks her fingers into her tight channel and watches as I start to stroke myself.
“You see what you do to me? All these years later, and you still get me so fucking hard, I hurt. Do something about it,” I order, guiding my cock to her lips.
She keeps one hand between her legs and descends off the couch, her eyes never leaving mine. She opens her mouth and sucks me down to the root. My hand tangles through her honey brown hair, and I can’t take my eyes away from her as my cock slides in and out of her red lips.
“Just like that,” I encourage her and start to flex my hips a little, shoving a little more length down her throat. “Take that cock, baby. Take it.”
Over the years, I’ve found the dirtier I talk, the faster she comes. It’s gotten worse, or better, depending on how someone looks at it. I can get her off just by whispering sweet filthies into her ear while plucking her nipples.
She hums around my meat, sending tremors through me.
I want more. I forget where we are when the desire hits me ten-fold. I lift her back up to the couch and grab a blanket, tossing it over us as I lay her flat. In one quick motion, I drive home inside her succulent wet channel. I don’t bother taking off her shorts or panties. The drag of the material along the side of my shaft only makes my orgasm get closer. Her moans start to get loud, louder than the music blaring in Lila’s room.
I shove a hand over her mouth, and she latches onto it, trying to pull it off.
With a shake of my head, I pound my wife harder, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. I curl forward and press my lips against her ear. “Just wait until later; I’m going to fuck you again. And again. And again.” Just like I do every night. I grunt in her ear when she suddenly gets a lot wetter.
She usually does right before she comes.
I pull her legs from around my waist and straighten them. This position allows me to get her clit at the same time. Plus, we need to hurry. Having sex in the same house as the kids is never easy when we aren’t in our room.
“Your pussy gets better every day, baby.” Sweat drips down my temple right as her channel clenches down on me.
She lets out a cry, and it is a good thing I have my hand over her mouth, or she would have let the entire world know just how good I make her feel. The feel of her tight walls sucking me further inside has me coming, too. I grunt my release and collapse on top of her.
I push her hair back over her damp forehead and place a soft kiss on those swollen, abused lips. “I love you, Everly.” I keep my cock inside her, knowing that if I pull out now, my come will go everywhere, and I want to be able to grab my t-shirt on the floor to catch it before that happens.
I get lost in her kiss as her tongue strokes mine. Time stands still. My heart aches to be closer. Even right now, I’m not close enough. We don’t know how much time passes as we lay on the couch and just make out.
“Oh my god!” Lila screams, makeup half-on.
“Shit!” I curse, making sure the blanket is wrapped around us. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
“Knock? This is the living room.” She turns around and crosses her arms. This is so awkward with me being inside Everly. “And you know what? You guys act like you’re twenty. And you’re not. You just need to stop. You’re old. Old people don’t have sex.” She mumbles something about needing to bleach her eyes and slams her door again. “You guys are disgusting,” she yells through her closed door.
“We really need to start having sex in our bedroom, Rowan,” Everly laughs.
I groan with frustration and lay my head on her shoulder. “I know, but when the time is right, the time is right, you know?” I drag my hand up her torso and start playing with her nipples again.
She slaps my hand. “Rowan, seriously? Snap out of it. We are in the living room, covered up with a blanket, and our daughter just caught us having sex. Again. Poor girl knows everything about sex already.”
“I can’t help that her mom is hot, but I promise to only have sex with you in the bedroom from now on or when the kids are not here,” I mutter, knowing that it is a promise we will break. I’ve said that statement five hundred times, and nothing has changed.
“She is scarred for life.”
“It’s not like she saw anything,” I protest.
“Still, it’s always terrible to catch your parents having sex.”
“It’s human nature.” I shrug, looking behind me to make sure my moody teenage daughter is back in her room before I bend down and grab my t-shirt to clean up our mess.
“Yeah? You want to use that logic on her right now?”
“No.” I keep the shirt in my hand and pick Everly up wedding style, red−blanket and all, and carry her to our bedroom, shutting and locking the door. It’s moments like this that I can’t wait for the kids to go to college, then I can have Everly wherever I want again.
I really do have a problem. I’m addicted to her. It gets me in trouble with the kids all the time. When I wrap my arms around her while she is cooking, and I kiss her neck, or sometimes I slap her butt when I walk by. I really don’t think the kids see, but apparently, they have super-sonic eye-sight or something.
“I love this life with you, Rowan. I don’t want you to ever change.” Everly cups my face as I lay her down on the bed.
“I love you too, Everly.” I worship her body again, taking it slower, treating her better, loving her harder.
The past seventeen years haven’t been easy, but they have been worth it. I can’t imagine my life being any other way. It’s chaotic. It’s hectic. It’s full of love. I’m a lucky man, and I plan on taking advantage of the love she has to give.
The love that we will share. Until the end of time and space.
THE END
Stay With Me (Sneak Peek)
To hate or not to hate?
Ashton King and I were total opposites.
I was a nerdy bookworm. He was the star of my high-school.
There was a secret no one knew and I dared not tell.
I didn’t want anyone but him.
But he only saw me as his best-friend’s little sister.
And one crushing moment turned love to hate.
It’s been years since I last saw him.
He’s now a retired Navy Seal, and looking right me.
We’re forced back into each other’s lives. I should’ve kept him away.
If only I didn’t let things get too far.
Fulfilling my fantasies came at a high price.
I don’t think I can j
ust run away from this one.
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