by D. L. Gallie
When I crashed—literally—into him, it was unexpected, but to this day, it feels like he was a gift sent to me. My mind drifts to the day we crashed into each other back in 2018…
…Today I’m meeting with Chelle and Kasey at WFOX-FM to work on the annual Christmas drive, we are a last-minute new organization assisting this year, hence the late arrival of me. As the elevator takes me up, my heart rate accelerates with nerves. This is my chance to show my bosses at Chicago Hope that I am the person for this job. It’s been my dream to work there for as long as I can remember. The day they offered me the position, I thought all my Christmases had come at once…until I stepped into the foyer of WFOX-FM and crashed into Gage.
Due to my nerves, I wasn’t watching where I was going, and I crashed into something hard, something that is now cupping my ass. Lifting my gaze, my hearts stops, it literally stops beating. Holding me in his arms is the sexiest man I have ever seen and he currently has his hand firmly on my ass. When he asked if I was okay, the deep timbre of his voice soaked my panties immediately.
My brain finally kicked into gear and I asked him to remove his hand from my ass. He removed his hand and I took the opportunity to really check him out, unfortunately for me, he caught me and I began to blush profusely.
Somehow I managed to introduce myself, without making a fool of myself, and then I made a hasty exit and headed to my meeting. However, throughout that meeting, my mind kept drifting to the sexy man who groped my ass and set my insides ablaze…
“What are you smiling about, wife?” Gage says, as he walks into our walk-in closet, in nothing but his dress pants.
“Just remembering the day I crashed into you and how you ‘accidentally’ copped a feel of my ass.”
“I swear, it was an accident.” He walks over to me and squeezes my ass, “Just like that was an accident.” He places a kiss on my shoulder. Just the feel of his lips on my skin sets my body on fire…and I cannot wait for tonight.
“Accident my ass,” I tease with a grin as spin to face him. Draping my arms over his shoulders, I gaze into this eyes and see love in his reflecting back to me. He kisses the tip of my nose and winks; I love his playfulness and him, unconditionally. “Are you nearly ready to go?” I ask, as I slip on my emerald green halter dress.
“Nearly,” he replies, as he pulls on a charcoal button-down and begins to do up the buttons.
“Well, hurry up,” I say as I slip on my heels, “we still need to drop off Amelia.”
Kasey and Branson are taking Amelia for the night, and with our alone time, I have some wicked plans in store for my sexy as sin husband…if only he’d hurry up. I swear he takes longer to get ready than I do.
“Thank you so much for this, Kasey, we really appreciate it. It feels like it’s been forever since Gage and I have had a night for just us,” I tell her as Amelia runs past us, excitedly shouting to KJ and the girls, Gracie and Ginny, that she has arrived. Gage steps past us and places a kiss on her cheek before taking Amelia’s things inside.
“It’s no problem at all. The girls love playing with Amelia, and they’ve been so excited for her to come over. What’s one extra when I already have three terrors? Four, if I include Branson.” We both laugh at her dig at Branson.
Amelia walks back to me and she tugs on my dress. Dropping down to her height, I take her tiny hands in mine. “What’s up, baby girl?”
“Juice pwease, Mommy.” Her little lisp shining through.
“You have to ask Aunty Kasey, she’s the boss tonight.”
Amelia looks up at Kasey and smiles. “Juice pwease, Aunty Kwasey.”
“How can I can I say no to that? Say bye to Mommy and Daddy, and then we can get you all a juice and maybe even some chippies before dinner.”
Her eyes widen in delight. She quickly turns to face Gage and me. “Bye, Mommy and Daddy.” She waves, grabs Kasey’s hand, and begins to pull her inside, trying to close the door in our face.
“Chips trump us it seems,” I joke to Gage.
“I love you more than chips,” Gage replies with a wink.
“Get a room, you two,” Branson says, as he comes to the door. He kisses my cheek and fists bumps with Gage. I’ve never understood why men do that, then again, I don’t understand a lot of things men do.
“Have a good night, baby girl,” I say, blowing her a kiss.
She looks to me and smiles. “Bye, Mommy,” she singsongs, as she continues to pull on Kasey’s hand. “Bye, Daddy.”
“Have a great night, guys. We will drop her home midmorning,” Branson confirms, since Kasey has been accosted by our little monkey.
“Sounds great, and thank you again, we appreciate it.”
“Anytime.” Branson closes the door and Gage laces his fingers with mine as we walk to the car.
We climb in and it’s silent. I look to him. “I miss her already,” I quietly admit.
“Me too, but I promise to take your mind off her.” He winks at me and then starts the car and we pull out of the driveway.
“So, dear husband of mine, where are you taking me for our anniversary dinner tonight? You and I need to fuel up before I have my wicked way with you all night long.”
“If I tell you, then I’d have to kill you, and I’d rather have, how did you just put it? Ohh, yes, I’d rather have my wicked sexy way with you all night long, and for that I need you alive.”
“Smart-ass.”
“You love my ass.”
“No, as I remember it, you love my ass.”
“Hell yes, I do.”
He pulls into the parking lot of Lucio’s and my face breaks out into a grin. “Ohh, Gage Grainger, you are so getting lucky tonight.”
“If all I have to do is bring you here, I’ll bring you here every night of the week.”
“Do that, and I’ll end up the size of a house.”
“But you’d be a sexy as sin house.”
“You need your eyes tested, but first I am going to eat my weight in pasta.”
We exit the car and walk toward Lucio’s. We discovered this place when Stacey was raving about it one day a few years back. I’m so glad she found it because I am now addicted to the gnocchi here. I don’t know what Lucio does, but it’s velvety smooth and ohh so delicious.
Stepping inside, my senses are assaulted with the yummy Italian goodness, and then I hear in his thick Italian accent, “Signora Grainger.” Turning to the voice, I see a beaming Lucio walking over to us. He gently grips my upper arms and air kisses me.
“Lucio, it’s so good to see you.”
“And you too.” He turns to Gage. “You need to bring Signora Grainger here more often.” Gage nods. “And where is your lil’ bambino this evening?”
“She’s at a family friend’s place,” Gage says, “I wanted to spoil my wife for the evening.”
“You have a good man here.”
“I sure do,” I say, as I look over at my husband and wink. As I gaze at him, I realize I love him just as much today as I did the day I literally fell into him, if not more.
Lucio ushers us to our table and leaves. He quickly returns with wine, Vermelho, and what I like to call the ‘Ultimate Italian Antipasto Platter.’ The platter has assorted imported Italian meats and cheeses and it’s paired with sweet fresh fruit, nuts, bread, marmalade, and a crushed red pepper spread. I could easily eat just this, but I know for the next course, Lucio will bring me his latest gnocchi creation and Gage will have his usual, lasagne.
Wiping my mouth after licking the plate clean—hey, it was tiramisu—I look to my husband and find him watching me intently. “What?”
“You are just as exquisite today, as you were seven years ago when I first laid eyes on you.”
“And you are just as spunky, Mr. Grainger. How about you take me home and I can show you just how much I appreciate you?”
“Check please,” he hollers with a laugh, as he leans across the table and places his lips against mine. He holds the back of my head and assaults my mouth
with his tongue. “Let’s go, Mrs. Grainger, so I can have my wicked way with you.”
“Check please,” I mimic and stand up, offering my hand to Gage. He places his palm in mine and heat instantly travels through my body. We walk hand in hand to the cashier. We settle the bill, say our goodbyes to Lucio, and head home for what I know will be a sexy good night.
GAGE
As I sit next to my wife in the car on the way home, I glance over at her and to this day, I still cannot believe that she’s in my life. She is a gift I will cherish forever. She and Amelia mean everything to me. Sure, I’d love to have a son, but Marlee had a really rough delivery with Amelia, and I would not wish that upon her, or me, again. And that’s fine by me, I have two beautiful angels to spoil each and every day, and I could not be happier.
Parking in the garage, we head inside, and as soon the door is closed behind me, my wife pushes me against the wood and covers my mouth with hers. She slides her tongue along my lips, slipping it inside my mouth. I moan into her mouth, as I grip her ass—her sexy as sin ass—and knead her ass cheeks in my palms. Tapping her ass, she instinctively jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist, grinding herself on my hardening cock.
Racing into our bedroom, I lower her to the floor at the end of the bed. She stares at me as she reaches to her neck and unties the bow of her halter dress. The material slides down her body, and flutters to the floor. Leaving her in her heels and a lingerie set that is sexy as hell; thank you Agent Provocateur.
“Marlee,” I whisper, as I trace my finger across the top of her strapless bra, “What am I going to do with you?”
“I have a few ideas,” she huskily replies, as she begins to pop open the buttons on my shirt. She becomes restless and tears at it, buttons flying about the room. I look at her questioningly.
“What?” she innocently replies with a shrug of her shoulders. With a smirk, she slides the material down my arms before dropping it to the floor next to her discarded dress. She makes quick work of my pants and as she slides them and my briefs down my legs, she drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. With her eyes fused to mine, she slides my shaft in and out of her mouth. Lifting her hand, she cups my balls and gently massages them. Out of nowhere, I explode in her mouth. My hot salty seed slides down her throat and she drinks every milky drop. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, she wipes at her lips, sliding her finger into her mouth and sucking.
Reaching down, I lift her up and slam my lips against hers. Threading my fingers into her hair, I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she straddles me. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra, dropping it on top of our clothes. Gripping the sides of her panties, I tear them from her body, her eyes pop open at this. “Hey,” she scolds, “I like that set.”
“I’ll buy you another,” I affirm before I press my lips to her. She lifts her hips and hovers above my cock. Even though I just came, it’s rock-hard once again. Marlee has that effect on me, never have I felt like this with anyone before, and all these years later, she still owns my heart.
Ever so slowly, she slides down my cock. Impaling herself. When she’s fully seated on me, she grips my shoulders and begins to ride me. Grasping her hips tightly in my hands, she continues to thrust up and down. My fingers digging deeper with each gyration. She grips her tits and massages them, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Leaning forward, I take one into my mouth and suck, garnering a guttural moan from her. Biting the tip, she screams and topples over the edge. Panting and moaning through her climax, she opens her eyes and winks at me, this causes me to explode and I come, spilling my seed inside her.
Flopping back to the mattress, she lies beside me. Her head resting on my chest. Her breathing eventually evens out and I know she’s sounds asleep, snuggled into me. It just so happens to be my favorite position to fall asleep in.
Absentmindedly, I run my fingers through her silky locks and stare down at my gorgeous sleeping wife. My last thought, before I drift off to sleep, is how she was an unexpected gift I never knew I wanted or needed. I will treasure the gift of her, and Amelia, for the rest of my days.
THE END!!!!!
Read on for a sneak peek at The Unexpected Letter.
CHAPTER 1
… May 5th, 2019
My girlfriends have surprised me with a bachelorette weekend away…to Kansas, of all places, but Stacey assures me that it’s ‘totally worth the trip.’ I’m yet to see that, or anything, because I’m currently blindfolded, sitting in the back of a stretch Hummer.
The bubbly is flowing. The laughs are a plenty and the atmosphere is electric, and everyone is having fun; blindfolded me included.
The car stops and a few moments later the driver opens the door. “Ladies, you have arrived,” he says, as he takes my hand and helps me out. It's really disorientating being blindfolded but at the same time it's exhilarating and exciting. It reminds me of my birthday last year...
...February 27th, 2018
“Branson, where are you taking me and WHY the friggin’ hell am I blindfolded?”
“Because!” he playfully replies.
“Because? Really? That’s all I get?”
“Yep. Now get in, and watch your head. If you turn up injured, Kody will kick my ass.”
“I’ll kick your ass for not telling me where we are going.”
“I’d like to see you try.” He pauses and I can tell he’s grinning right now. “Now get in.”
“You’re a bossy boots,” I huff.
“Says the queen of bossy.”
“I’m not bossy,” I scoff, whacking the air—hoping to get Branson—but instead my knuckles hit the car door. “Shit!” I shout, shaking my hand to ease the pain.
Suddenly, my hand is enveloped in warmth and I feel soft lips pressed against my knuckles. “There all better,” Branson huskily whispers.
“My hero,” I singsong.
“If it wasn’t your birthday, I’d totally smack your ass for being cheeky.”
“Maybe I want to be smacked,” I mischievously reply.
It’s suddenly silent, the only sound to be heard is each of us breathing. It’s awkward but not, the moment is broken when Branson taps my side. “Come on, we better get going, otherwise you’ll be late.”
“Late for what?” I question.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Umm, yes, that’s why I asked.”
“Shut up and get in, birthday brat.”
Just like that, Branson and I are back to our usual playful selves. With a smile, I carefully climb in and await my surprise. We don’t drive for long and when we arrive, Branson tells me to wait there—like I’m going to go anywhere on my own blindfolded. The car door opens and Branson carefully escorts me out of the vehicle, down a walkway, through several doors, and then we stop. Branson lifts my blindfold off and I’m met with a chorus of “Surprise” and “Happy Birthday,” deafening cheers and claps.
My eyes lock on Kody’s and I smile. He saunters over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Happy birthday, gorgeous!” he says, before he plants a searing hot kiss on my lips.
Pulling back, I grip both his hands and squeeze. “Thanks for this, babe, it was totally unexpected.”
“Don’t thank me, thank him.” He points to Branson, who is smiling sheepishly from behind us.
Stepping over to Branson, I kiss him on the cheek and hug him, “Thank you Branson.”
He hugs me back and quietly murmurs, “Your welcome, Kase. I’d do anything to see you happy. Happy birthday.”
He steps back and walks over to his parents, just as Kody wraps his arms around me from behind. He nuzzles my neck and whispers, “Make sure you keep that blindfold, I’m getting all sorts of kinky sexy ideas for later.”
Spinning around, I give him a wink. “You had me a kinky.” I kiss his jaw, blissfully happy at my surprise party and totally in love with Kody Holmes…
Remembering that night, I squeeze my thi
ghs together and decide I’m TOTALLY keeping this blindfold for when I get home, Kody and I are going to have some blindfolded fun…again.
“What are you grinning about?” Stacey asks me.
“Nothing, I’m just really excited for the night ahead.”
“Mmmhmpf.” I know that tone from her, she doesn’t believe me at all, but thankfully she doesn’t push me. With a sigh, I stand on the pavement, blindfolded, and wait while the girls all climb out. Suddenly, there are hands on my shoulders, and Stacey says from behind me, “Let’s go.” She pushes me forward. “Okay, babe, there are,” she pauses for a bit, “seven steps and then the fun is going to begin.”
Somehow, I make it up the stairs without tripping, or breaking anything. I’m grinning when a deep husky voice says, “Welcome, ladies. My name is Marcus, let me know if I can be of any assistance this evening.”
“You can tell me where I am?” I ask.
He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “Nice try, Kasey. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself.” With my sight gone, his voice is prominent and ohh so fine…I bet he’s butt-ugly, I think to myself and giggle as I’m pushed farther into the establishment.
“You know my name?” I ask, but I’m met with silence.
We stop walking again and Stacey says, “Well, der, of course, you are the main star tonight,” I swear she silently adds, “except for those up on stage.” This piques my curiosity.
“Oooookay,” I offer in reply.
Stacey is now quietly talking to someone and I’m left alone, blindfolded in the middle of, I don’t know where in Kanas. I shake my head and again giggle to myself.
“Let’s go,” Stacey suddenly says, a door opens, and we walk inside. There’s music thumping. Women are chattering and giggling. Glasses are clinking and I’m now guessing we are in a bar. We stop suddenly and Stace lifts off my blindfold. Blinking a few times, my vision comes back, and I look to Stacey, she’s grinning from ear to ear and raises her eyebrows seductively at me before she excitedly screams, “Welcome to Bare Chested!”