“Yeah, well.” She reaches up, pulling down the front of her dress, easing up on her knees so that her nipples are at mouth level. “Thank God for padded bras because these would have given me away quicker than your hard cock would have.”
I see what she’s talking about when I glance at the skin she’s just exposed. Her nipples are hard, pulled taut and tight against the flesh, pointing out at attention, seeming to beg for it.
“And this,” she adds as she sneaks a hand under her skirt, when she pulls it back out, I can see the moisture glistening on her two fingers. Feeling depraved and wanting to make a memory neither one of us will ever forget, I grab hold of her wrist and move her hand to where her nipple is still peaked.
“Touch it, Rina, rub your juices all over it,” my quiet voice is a command. One I don’t think she can refuse, even if she wanted to.
My girl, she pays attention, doing just as I asked her to. “Good girl,” I growl before putting my hands on her back, pulling her forward to where that nipple smeared with her juices meets my tongue and mouth. With the flat of my tongue I lick everything off, rolling the flesh around before I nip, slightly using my teeth to scrape against the heat there.
“Fuck, Mason,” she breathes. “We don’t have much time, but I don’t want to go to the reception. I want to go home, I want to get naked for you, and I want you to see what I wore for you underneath here.”
Shhiiitttt. “I want that too, but we have a lot of people who came here to celebrate with us, and I’d feel bad if we didn’t at least stick around to do cake and champagne.” The guys had reworked schedules to be there, and even though I knew they would get it, it felt wrong to bypass all the hard work others had done to get the reception ready for us.
“Cake and champagne.” Her breath is unsteady. “We can last through cake and champagne.” The car comes to a stop. “Then you’ll take me home and fuck me?”
“Like you even have to ask. You’re my wife now; I’ll do whatever it is you want me to.” I tilt my head, kissing her neck as I help her pull her dress back up over her tits.
“I want you to take me home and fuck me.” Her tone is soft, seductive. “I want to spend the night in your arms with your cock inside me. I want romantic and passionate, then I want hard and rough. I want us to finish as the sun comes up, and I want you to ruin me for any other man ever again.”
“Thought I’d already done that baby, but challenge fucking accepted. Let’s go get this over with, and I’ll show you exactly the man you married, baby.”
“Can’t wait, big guy, fucking can’t wait.” She grabs my thumb between her teeth, sucking it like she does my cock, and I almost say screw it.
But the door to the limo opens, and I realize it’s show time. This right here will be the most challenging performance of my life. Pretending like I want to be anywhere else other than between my wife’s legs.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Menace
August
Today very well could have been the longest day of my life. I’ve done nothing but write traffic tickets, try and track back the evidence that was found at the school during June, and run into fucking roadblock after roadblock in all of the above things. The only thing I’m legitimately looking forward to is going home and having a nice quiet night with my wife. Glancing at the silicone wedding ring I wear while I’m on shift, I imagine her waiting for me. She’s been at home, waiting for me every night since we got married. I don’t know what I’m going to do when she has to go back to work, besides miss the fuck out of her.
As I pull into our driveway, I feel the stresses of the day seep from my body. Something about parking next to her car and knowing she’s there to greet me has done wonders for my stress level. Still doesn’t mean I’m not tired as hell at the end of the day.
Getting out of my Jeep, I grab the mail, and shuffle through it as I stomp through the side door. “Rina, I’m home.”
She comes out of the bedroom, wearing a small tank top and even smaller pair of shorts. I give thanks to the gods that it was hot as balls today. “Nice cheeks.” I take a handful of her ass when she turns from me to go to the fridge. She playfully smacks my hand away as I make for another grab, before she gets just out of reach.
Looking at me over her shoulder, she gives me a wink. “You might think I’m hot, big guy, but you have no idea how delectable you look when you come off shift.”
“Oh really?”
She winks as she grabs a bottle of water, taking a long drink. Splashes of the liquid she consumed are sticking to her lips, but she uses her tongue to wipe away the moisture and I have an instant hard-on. The way she runs her tongue along her bottom lip is the way she runs her tongue up my cock. “Really.”
I have a seat at the kitchen table, extremely interested in this conversation. “What else do you find sexy about me?”
Ready to play my game, she walks over to where I am, raking her eyes over my body, and then kicks her hip out to the side. Her nipples are standing at attention and I know she’s interested in getting naked with me. I know I have her, as I keep my feet out, feigning indifference.
“Do you know what I find sexy about you?” she asks, straddling my lap, throwing her legs over the chair I’m sitting in, before circling her arms around my neck.
In this position we’re eye-level and I can’t help the grin that plays at the corners of my mouth. “What’s that?” I slip my hands down her back, settling them on the natural curve of her waist.
“So many things.” She rolls her eyes playfully, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. That motion is giving me ideas too. “But there are a few that stand out. You might even think they’re weird.”
“Trust me.” I lower my voice, let her hear the arousal. Push up against her, let her feel my hard length. “There are things I find sexy about you, that most people would commit me for. Borders on fetishes,” my confession is whispered as I lean in, nipping lightly at her neck. “Do tell.” I tap her hip, looking forward to hearing her sing my praises. It hasn’t happened often enough in my personal life.
“The scruff on your chin.” She puts her finger up to my chin, running the pad across the scruff she’s speaking about. As she gets closer to my mouth, I make a motion, grab her finger with my lips and suck it deeply, running my tongue along the tip. She shivers and her eyes lower, get hooded as she goes on. “The way it teases my skin as you kiss my neck.”
I let her finger go with an audible pop in the quiet room. “Mmm, tell me more.” I run my hands along her thighs, denting the flesh with my fingers, knowing she likes things a little rougher when she’s in a mood like this.
She leans in closer, grasping my hair in between her fingers. “The way you taste.”
It makes my flesh pulse, makes it hot to the touch as I think of her tasting me. Lifting my hand up to her face, I caress her jawline before running my thumb over her lips. There’s a wicked desire in her eyes, as they flicker down to my thumb, before she sucks it into her mouth, circling her tongue around the tip, much like she would other parts of my body.
“Son of a bitch,” I moan, using my free hand to slip down and palm her ass, pressing her as close as we can get with these clothes separating us.
The fingers in my hair tug fiercely, tilting my head back on my shoulders, exposing my neck, and that’s when Karina blows my mind. She’s sucking, nipping, biting, licking, and grinding all at the same time. All I can do is push my hands up the back of her tank top, claw at her skin, growl as she makes contact with the erection in my tactical pants. Even between the clothes, I can feel her heat. She doesn’t let up, as she moves from one side to the other, grabbing hold of my earlobe with her teeth, before she slips her hand between us, palming the flesh that’s throbbing for her. I’m doing my best to keep from losing every ounce of self-respect I have, when she somehow manages to get her feet on the floor and stand over me. Because of my height, she’s not much taller, but it puts those awesome tits of hers at eye-level. And that
’s when I decide turnabout is totally fair play.
Reaching forward, I slip one of those hard nipples into my mouth, nipping and sucking the same way she did my neck. Going to town on them through the cotton of her tank top. Immediately I realize she’s not wearing a bra underneath, feeling the tightening of the flesh is enough to have pre-cum moistening the fabric of my boxers. My cock is punching at the zipper holding it back, hoping to get lose. What I wouldn’t give to just reach down and pull it out, give it some relief.
“Mason, I want you,” she moans, throwing her head back, thrusting those fingers of hers through my hair and holding me close to her.
With superhuman strength, I push her away, turn her around so that she’s facing away from me, and slide those short shorts off her body, taking a scrap of lace with it. Before she can ask me what I’m doing, I’ve unzipped my pants, pushed them and my boxers down, so that the only thing I can get out is the only thing that matters. My rock-hard length. Pulling her hips back to me, I watch as those legs of hers straddle me, and then come down hard on my cock.
Her sexy back, that tapers down into two dimples over her ass, is a feast for me to look at. Her ass bounces as she uses those thighs of hers to push up and down on my dick. “Mason,” she breathes loudly as I move my hands around to cup her tits up under the shirt, using my fingers to worry the evidence of her desire.
“Yeah, baby?” I pinch harder, causing her to lean slightly forward.
“You didn’t get a condom.”
I thought sinking into her had felt better than normal, but I don’t freeze, I keep going. Using one hand to strum her clit, the other to twist the flesh begging for it at her chest. “I didn’t,” I confirm, knowing damn good and well she’s not on birth control.
Her answer to my confirmation is to breathe deeper, ride me faster. “Is this what you want?” She puts one hand over mine at her clit, uses the other to help her ride me as she braces against the table.
What I want right now is to feel her pussy clamping my bare flesh, but I understand if kids aren’t a priority for her. “I can pull out if you want me too, it’s not that big of a deal,” I assure her as I continue to work her flesh, loving the feel of her gripping me.
She’s quiet for a few moments as we work against each other, as she swivels her hips and makes my cock hit places it’s never hit before. “I don’t want you to pull out,” she whispers, gazing over her shoulder at me.
Our gazes lock and I stop what I’m doing. “You don’t?”
“I don’t. I mean-,” she snickers, “–what are the chances of it happening the first time? Besides we’re married, I want to feel what it’s like for you to lose control inside me.”
And that’s all it takes, her giving me the option of doing exactly what I want to do. I go after her hard, bracing my booted feet on the floor as I pound into her, grabbing her hair up in one hand, pulling it back the way she likes. I don’t stop working her clit furiously and she doesn’t stop riding me, never slows down, never gives an inch.
When I feel her tighten against me, when I hear her scream of pleasure, I let go, moaning, groaning, grunting as I pull her back to my front, rest my forehead on her sweaty back, and ride out the conclusion of the best sex we’ve ever had.
“Fuck,” I almost whimper as she gets off me, leaving my cock standing in the breeze.
“Feeling’s mutual, big guy, wanna take a shower?”
As I look up at her body, naked on the lower half, nipples still hard on the upper half, hair a mess, I grin at her, knowing I made her look like a beautiful mess. Looking down at my lap, I see stains on my pants, my release running down my cock. For some reason I want to remember this moment, etch it into the database of memories I don’t ever want to forget. When I do that, I reach out for her hand.
“Yeah, let’s go get cleaned up.”
She steps into my arms, kissing my throat. “I love you, Mase.”
I grip her ass tight in my hand, giving it a squeeze as I kiss her forehead. “Love you more, Rina.”
She smirks. “Nope, I love you mas!”
These little games are what I was missing in my life, and I thank God every day that I get to experience them with her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Karina
September
“I’m so tired.” I yawn loudly as I lay on the couch, my feet in Mason’s lap. We’re watching something on TV, trying to avoid doing yardwork in the early September heat. “I feel like I’m coming down with something.” I close my eyes, snuggling into the cushions.
“You were tired a lot this week,” he comments as he grabs the cover off the back and covers me up with it. “Was it hectic at school?”
“Not particularly, which is why I think I’m coming down with something. My stomach wasn’t happy with me this morning.” I mention the other symptom I had. “Maybe if I just take a nap, I’ll feel better.” I turn into the couch, hugging one of the pillows.
The next thing I know, Mason’s shaking my shoulder. “Rina, you’ve been asleep for two hours, time to get up.”
I fight against the lethargy holding me down. Working against the exhaustion to prop myself up. “Two hours?”
“Yeah.” He runs a hand down my face. It’s my favorite hand. His left hand that holds the ring I put there a month and a half ago. The coolness feels good to the warmth of my skin. “Babe, are you okay?” His eyes are worried, a frown mars his gorgeous face as he stares hard at me. “I know we haven’t been together years and years, but in the months I’ve known you, I haven’t ever seen you be this tired or this rundown.”
“I know.” I push my hair back from my forehead, stomach growling. “I’m starving now, and I feel like I have a bit more energy.”
“I made you a grilled cheese!” His voice is proud now that he’s finally mastered it. “Even though I fuckin’ learned after my kid is grown and out of the house.” He has a seat next to me, as I pull my legs up to my chest.
“Just like I did for Caleb when he was sick?” I smile thinking of my stepson. “Have you talked to him lately?”
Mason takes a bite of one of the two sandwiches on the plate in front of him. “He called earlier while you were asleep. Said to tell you high and he loves you, he’ll text later.”
Taking another bite of the food, I breathe through my nose as the food threatens to come back up. Throwing it down, I concentrate on trying to keep the food inside my body. When I know it won’t work, I throw back the blanket I’m covered with and head for the trash can in the kitchen, right as I lose it all. Mason is behind me, holding my hair, trying to keep it from getting dirty, rubbing my back as I heave deeply. As I’m done, he directs me over to the sink where with shaking hands, I clean up and then turn to face Mason.
He looks lickable, leaning against the opposite cabinet, staring at me with those dark eyes of his. His arms are crossed over his chest, the ink on his forearm standing out to me as I make a feast of his body. When I get to his face, his mouth is set in a firm line.
“What?” I tilt my head to the side.
Pushing off the counter, he stands in front of me, grasping my chin with his thumb and index finger, making our gazes meet. “Rina.” He stops speaking, using his other hand, he pushes it down my body, stopping on my stomach. “Have you even thought?” He lets the question hang there in the air.
“Before school started.” I swallow hard, remembering that afternoon where we’d joked about getting pregnant. The one last hoorah of debauchery before we both had responsibilities and early wake up times. “Do you think? Mason, it couldn’t have happened the first time we tried, right?”
“All it takes is once,” he whispers as he crowds into my space. “You weren’t on birth control before.”
He’s right, I wasn’t, but I always assumed getting pregnant would be this long, drawn-out process, with plans, and charts, and temperature taking. But maybe when you’re the happiest you’ve ever been, throwing caution to the wind and letting love encompass ever
y part of your soul, you’re given a miracle. “You really think so?”
“Only one way to find out, babe.”
* * *
Not even in my wild youth have I ever suspected I was pregnant. Me and my ex-fiancé never had a scare. I’ve always been more cautious than the next person, just because that’s my personality. Mason is the first person I’ve ever been unprotected with. It strikes me as funny when I think of what that really means. I don’t hide anything from him, he gets it all unfiltered and unprotected. The sex, the love, the heart, the mouth, and he accepts all of it. It’s just the way he is.
And right this moment, I never imagined we’d be where we are. At a drugstore the next town over, picking up a pregnancy test. We’d decided to go this far out of our way because we didn’t want to run into anyone we know and get a rumor started. But I can’t help the way my hand shakes as we walk through the store.
“It’s over there,” I whisper as I point to the aisle with Family Planning hanging over it.
When we turn the corner, we’re faced with more options than I ever thought possible.
“Jesus Christ.” Mason glances at me. “Which one do we get?”
“You’ve done this before,” I remind him as I start to feel queasy again.
“Oh, not this part,” he’s quick to correct me.
“How did you find out about Caleb?” I’m honestly curious, and this is something we haven’t talked about before.
“This one of those questions, Rina?” He references back to our twenty-question type game we played when we first got together.
Do I really need to know how this happened to him before? Do I want to subject myself to what he went through with another woman? Before the answer would have been no, a very quick and adamant no. But today, starting what will hopefully be a new version of our family, I want to know.
“Yeah, I’d like to know.”
He blows out a deep breath, running his free hand through his hair. “Her mom actually told me. I guess she had morning sickness and eventually they got it out of her. At ten in the morning, someone was beating on my bedroom door, screaming at me that I was a no-good piece of shit.”
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