by Leah Brooke
Gathering fistfuls of the silky bedspread, she writhed beneath him, crying out at the feel of his mouth on her sensitized nipples.
Each tug, each pull sent an answering pull to her slit, making her clit throb even harder, and with the clip holding the hood back, the sensitivity there became almost unbearable.
“Please, Hoyt. My clit’s on fire.”
“Good.” Trailing his lips lower, he nipped at the underside of her breasts. “Just the way I like it.” Brushing his lips over her belly, he worked his way down her body, closing his hands over her thighs to push them wider. “I love the stockings, baby. Very sexy. Kick those shoes off. I don’t want one of those heels stabbing me in the back when I use my mouth on you.” He moved lower, brushing his lips against her mound. “So soft.”
She’d already lost one shoe, so she kicked the other off, the soft thud of it hitting the carpet almost as loud as the thudding of her heart. Sucking in a breath, and then another, she tightened her fists on the bedding, a moan escaping as Hoyt draped her thighs over his wide shoulders.
Flattening a hand on her stomach, he blew softly on her exposed clit, his hold tightening when she pushed her thighs down, using his shoulders for leverage to lift herself. “No way, baby. I’ve been thinking about having the taste of my wife on my tongue all day.”
Her clit was so sensitive that even the feel of his warm breath moving over it sent her senses reeling. Writhing against him, she sucked in another breath when his other hand flattened on her stomach, and he leaned forward, using his shoulders to push her thighs higher and wider, effectively taking away her leverage.
With a groan, he lowered his head.
Squeezing her eyes closed, Nat screamed his name, jolting at the too-sharp pleasure of his tongue against her swollen and throbbing clit. “Hoyt! It’s too much. Oh, God. My clit. Please, Hoyt! Oh, God!”
The pleasure exploded, sending hot, tingling sparks of pleasure washing over her. The tingling travelled up and down her body, making the throbbing in her clit even worse. Clamping down on the small plug in her ass made it feel even larger. Her orgasm crested, and crying out, she fought his hold, her inability to escape it exciting her even more.
His tongue continued to slide over it, slow, gentle strokes that kept the pleasure rolling through her. “That’s a girl. Just enough to take the edge off before I fuck this sweet pussy.”
His tongue flicked over her clit several times in rapid succession, drawing her orgasm out even longer. “So good.” Removing the clip, he plunged his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it—the quick thrusts of his tongue against her inner walls making it impossible to come all the way down, and arousing her all over again.
“Please, Hoyt. Oh, God. I need to come again.”
“You will.” Rising to stand between her thighs, he shrugged off his clothes and reached into the duffel bag packed with a change of clothing for both of them. He retrieved a condom, rolling it on before running a hand down her body from just below her breasts to her mound, his gaze following the movement of his hand. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
“Believe it.” Lifting her arms, she reached for him, smiling as he hooked her knees over his arms and braced himself with a hand on either side of her. “You’re mine, too.”
“Yes, I am.” With a groan, he thrust into her. “And I have a hell of a lot of time to make up for.”
Nat gripped his shoulders, moaning with every thrust, each one filled with a possessiveness and hunger that thrilled her. “Yes! God, Hoyt, it feels so good.” Each stroke shifted the plug in her ass, making it feel as if she was being taken in both openings.
“Yes, it does. That pussy’s so wet and hot. I swear, baby, it’s like it was made for my cock.”
He pumped into her, the friction against her inner walls and the depth of his thrusts quickly driving her to the edge again. “Mine, damn it. Mine.” He shortened his thrusts, his eyes sharp on hers as he dug at a place inside her that sent her senses reeling.
Crying out, she threw her hands over her head again, fisting her hands in the bedspread as a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind her eyes. “Yes, Oh, Hoyt.” Her body gathered, the warning tingling sensation growing stronger with every thrust of his cock.
“No, you don’t.” Withdrawing with a speed that left her pussy clenching at emptiness, he released her and flung her to her stomach. Covering her body with his, he scraped his teeth over her shoulder as he gripped the base of the plug. “Let’s get rid of this little piece of rubber and fill your ass with a real cock, okay, baby?”
“God, yes!” Gulping in air, she rocked her hips as he drew the plug from her ass and shoved two pillows under her hips.
He seemed determined to imprint himself on every part of her, and the hunger he’d created made it impossible to refuse him anything. “We’re both on the edge, aren’t we, honey?”
Nat cried out as the head of his cock began to push into her, his body pressing hers to the mattress.
With a curse, he worked his cock into her, each shallow stroke pushing his cock deeper. “That’s it. Christ, your ass is tight.”
To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around hers, flattening his hand on each of hers and lacing their fingers. “My wife. Every part of you belongs to me now.”
Gripping his hands, she used her knees to move into his thrust as much as she could, her body tightening with each inch he gained. “Yes. Oh, God, Hoyt. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Almost before she finished speaking, he began to move faster, fucking her ass with the quick, shallow thrusts he’d used when fucking her pussy. “Yes. Fuck. So fucking good. So fucking tight. Oh, fuck.”
He groaned when she came, growling against her neck when her orgasm tightened her ass on his cock. “That’s it. Yeah, baby. Come. Fuck, yeah.”
Crying out, Nat threw her head back against his shoulder, tightening her hands on his with a whimper. “Oh, God.”
Her ass milked his cock, each ripple making his cock feeling even bigger, thicker, and unbelievably harder inside her.
With a groan, he sank deeper, his cock pulsing inside her. “My God, Natalie. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I’d die if you ever did.”
With a sigh of satisfaction, he groaned again, bracing his weight on one arm to look down at her, rubbing her arm at her shiver when he slid his cock free. “Never.” Pushing her hair back from her face with a gentleness that sent a warm surge of love through her, he smiled. “I’ll want you on my deathbed. Even when we’re both too old to be doing this, I’ll want you with me. I want to see your smile every morning, and feel you against me every night. I want to hold you while you’re sleeping and listen to you breathe. I’ve lost too much, Natalie—more than I can get back. I’ve hurt you—and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and making sure you’re never hurt again.”
Stunned, Nat smiled tremulously, blinking back tears. “I love you so much. I couldn’t bear it if this isn’t everything you hope for.”
Hoyt’s smile transformed his features, a relaxed smile so filled with love and tenderness, it brought a lump to her throat. “I’ve got everything I ever hoped for right here in my arms. Just being with you is more than I ever thought I’d have again, baby. We’ve got the rest of our lives together, and I’m determined to make every day count.”
Epilogue
Nat sat back, sipping her iced tea, and enjoyed the view, trying to remember if she’d ever been as happy as she was at that moment. Turning her head, she smiled at her sister, who sat in the folding chair next to her. “You know, people pay good money to see stuff like this.”
Jesse didn’t take her eyes from the sight in front of them. “Umm. That’s their problem. Damn, are you sure you don’t have any more flowers? It looks like they’re running out.”
Nat turned back, watching four shirtless, sweaty men working in her flower garden. “No. Unfortunately, that’s the last of them. Jake and Hoyt look sexy as hell all sweat
y and covered with dirt. Maybe I should get the hose and hose them down.”
Jesse giggled. “As long as I get to hose down Clay and Rio. Damn, I never get tired of looking at them. All that muscle—bunching and shifting. Gets a girl real hot and bothered, doesn’t it?”
Nat didn’t want to mention that her panties had been soaked for the last hour. “It sure as hell does.”
Jesse glanced at her. “So, you need any advice about handling two of them? You’ve only been married to Hoyt a little over a month, so I figure you’ve still got a lot to learn.”
Nat lowered her glass. “Cute. Nope. I think I’ve got this all figured out, or haven’t you noticed that both of them have spent the entire day working on my flower bed?” Grinning, Nat lifted her glass again. “I even got yours over here.”
“I think I had a little something to do with that.” Jesse giggled again. “I asked real nice.”
* * * *
Hoyt paused and glanced at the women. “Do you have the feeling they’re talking about us?”
Rio grinned and looked toward his wife. “I’d bet on it. They’ve been ogling us ever since we came out here. The two of them, sitting there sipping iced tea, and giggling like girls.”
Clay straightened, leaning on the shovel. “It’s about damned time. They’ve both been out of sorts ever since Nat was kidnapped. Jesse just fell apart. It’s not something I ever want to see again.”
Jake wiped his brow, smiling indulgently at Nat. “If this is what it takes to get them to relax, I’ll stand here and do this all fucking day.”
Hoyt looked over toward where the bright yellow flowers that had been trampled, had started to bloom again. “She loves these damned flowers. Seeing the destruction those two assholes made of them seemed to remind her of it.”
Jake nodded grimly. “Yeah, and I couldn’t even get her out here to do anything about them. She kept saying she just wasn’t interested anymore.”
Clay dug another hole. “This should cheer her up. I’m just glad they have each other.”
Hoyt placed the flower in the hole that Clay had just dug. “Well, this is it. I guess the show’s over. We don’t have any more to plant.”
Jake looked around. “You’re kidding. There was a shit load of them. It took her all day to pick them out.”
Hoyt looked up at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. “Look. Joe’s here.” Straightening, he brushed off his hands and went to greet his son. He glanced at Natalie, knowing how nervous she’d been about him seeing them together, and held out a hand for her as he passed. “Our son’s home, baby.”
Watching his wife throw herself at Joe, Hoyt grinned with pride for both of them.
Wiping away tears, Nat grinned. “I’m so glad you’re home, honey.”
Joe adopted one of his mother’s stern looks, but the twinkle in his eye was unmistakable. “It looks like you’ve been putting my dads to work.”
Natalie crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin. “You wouldn’t want them to get fat and lazy, would you?”
Joe threw his head back and laughed. “With you around? Not likely.” Wrapping his arm around his mother, he faced Hoyt. “So Dad, how does it feel to be married to Mom?”
Hoyt couldn’t miss the way Natalie tensed, or the concern in his son’s eyes. Shaking his head, he grinned. “Unbelievable.” He slid his gaze to hers. “I’ve never been happier in my life. Are you ready for the party tomorrow?”
“I can’t wait.” Joe grinned. “So, Mom, how does it feel to have two husbands?”
To Hoyt’s surprise, and alarm, Natalie’s eyes filled with tears. “Hey!” Going to her side, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. “What’s all this, baby?”
Joe backed away, obviously shaken. “Mom, please don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” He looked up at Hoyt, his eyes dark with panic. “She never cries. Make her stop.”
Hoyt lifted Natalie’s face to his, searching her features. “You’re scaring your son. Having two husbands is that good? Or that bad?”
As he’d hoped, she laughed through her tears. “That good.”
As if by some unspoken agreement, the others gave them a few minutes alone with Joe before coming over. When they approached, Jake moved in on the other side of Natalie, speaking in low tones while the others made a fuss over Joe. “Problem, baby?”
With Hoyt on one side and Jake on the other, Natalie lifted her head, looking at each of them. “No. I just love both of you so damned much. I was sitting over there a few minutes ago, wondering if I’d ever been this happy. Her eyes shimmered. “Now that Joe’s here, I’m even happier.”
“Good.” Jake touched his lips to hers, lifting his head when Jesse squealed. “What the hell?”
Hoyt laughed, following the movement of the flatbed that pulled up out front, and the tarp that covered his cherry red Mustang.
Joe’s eyes went wide. “I gotta go call Alex, Will, and Kyle.”
* * * *
Sitting in the chair Natalie had been sitting in earlier, Hoyt held her on his lap, lazily running a hand up and down her arm. “You okay, baby.”
Flattening a hand on his chest, she grinned up at him. “Yes, but starving. Do you think they’ll ever get back with the steaks, or have they all run off with your car?”
Hoyt chuckled. “If your sister gets her way, they’re long gone, but I have a feeling they’ll be back. I still can’t figure out how all of them got in there.”
Jake plopped into the chair next to him. “They’re squeezed in there like sardines. The grill’s hot and the potatoes are on.”
Nat giggled and slumped against him. “I have a feeling we’re all going to be eating potatoes and salad for dinner.” Stiffening, she sat up. “Hoyt, you don’t think something happened, do you?”
“They’re fine, honey. They’re probably just showing off the car.”
Biting her lip, she leaned against him again. “I hope they don’t scratch it.”
Taking her hand in his, Hoyt kissed the band he’d placed there weeks earlier. “It’s just a car.”
“You love that car!”
Hoyt smiled down at her. “The last few years have shown me what’s really important.”
Looking up as the Mustang pulled up in the driveway, he watched everyone pile out, all of them smiling and talking at once.
Holding his wife in his arms, he looked at Jake, unsurprised to see that his friend had taken her other hand in his.
Family.
Touching his lips to Natalie’s hair, he breathed in the scent of her and sighed, happier than he’d ever thought he could be—happier than he could have ever hoped for. Watching the others come toward them, all talking excitedly, he pulled Natalie closer and looked at his son. “I’ve got my family. The woman I love. My best friend. My son. Nothing’s as important as that.”
THE END
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