by Piper, M.
“Soap me,” I say, stepping under the flow of the water.
She takes the body wash and drips some into her palms then starts rubbing my chest, down my abs, then back to my shoulders and down my arms. She laughs when I raise my arm and rolls her eyes as she scrubs my underarms.
“Thank you,” I say, laughing at the look on her face.
“Most couple’s foreplay doesn’t typically involve underarm cleaning.” She laughs.
“We’re not most couples, babe.” I push my lips to hers and she slides her hand between us, gripping my dick with soap in her palm. “Fuck,” I murmur on her lips.
“Gotta get everything clean,” she whispers, her hand snaking down and massaging my balls. When she tries to move further back I cock my head, my hand stopping hers.
“That’s far enough for now,” I whisper, chuckling when she pouts.
“One day you’ll enjoy it.”
“That one day isn’t today. And more than likely won’t be during my lifetime, Ten.” I let my hands roam her ass and she moans when my lips suck onto her neck. “Turn around and grab your ankles.”
She does as I say and I moan, stroking my dick. The spray of the water hitting my back and her ass wiggling in front of me makes all my senses go wild.
“Do you know how happy this ass makes me?” My hand roams the globe of her ass and she moans.
“I don’t,” she moans. “You should show me.”
I nudge the head of my dick against her and her head flies up, a moan escaping her.
“God, yes, Nico,” she pants as I push against her opening. She’s been insatiable since the first time we did this, begging for it with the sex drive of a teenager. I reach to the shelf and grab the lube and massage some around her tight opening and her moans and curses when my finger pushes in slightly are enough to make me blow my load before this even starts. Fuck, I love the fact that I’m the only one to touch this ass.
“Relax, Ten,” I whisper, spreading her cheeks and pushing my dick against her.
“Shit!” she yells, her legs shaking already as I nudge into her. I push into her so slow I worry I may not even make it one thrust before I’m emptying my load into her ass. She hums and moans and reaches between my legs like a fucking contortionist and massages my balls as I push deeper into her. She’s tight, she’s milking me, and when she starts to scream out and her fingers move to her clit, I realize she’s already coming.
“Fuck, Ten,” I growl, pushing into her again before slowly pulling out. Over and over I pump into her, each thrust slow and each moan that rips through her bringing me closer to release.
“Come in me, Nico,” she says, turning her head and looking at me with those beautiful fucking eyes. Her hair’s dripping wet and as she meets me with every pivot of my hips, I let go, letting my orgasm spiral through my body.
“Shit, fuck,” I growl, my hands so tight on her hips I’m probably leaving marks.
She hisses when I pull out slowly, then I bend and kiss her ass cheek before she stands and wraps her arms around my shoulder.
“I love you,” she says, pushing her body against mine.
“I love you more, Ten.”
“Luigi! The fuck you doin here?” Ford’s sitting at a table in the banquet hall with seven different types of coffee mugs in front of him.
“More like what the hell are you doing?” I walk up to the table and see his choices and chuckle. “Seriously, man?” I grab the one with the dancing bacon on the front and shake my head. “An almost thirty year old man having a tough time choosing between dancing bacon and a rainbow coffee mug?”
“Don’t hate. I can only pick one to bring home. Mack will kill me if I keep cluttering the cabinets with these bad boys.” He stares at them and picks one up and grins. “This one.” He holds it out to me and smiles.
“A smurf?”
“It’s vintage.” He holds it tightly and glances at me. “Why are you here? Isn’t Reagan off today?”
“She is,” I nod. “Wren’s taking her shopping in the city today.”
“And you’re here because you want to take me out to lunch?” Ford grins and I laugh.
“Nah….actually I was hoping Lincoln was here. I got a question to ask.”
“Boys’ weekend?” He blurts, standing from his chair. “Yeah! Come on, he’s in his old man office.”
“Ford, it’s not a boys we—”
“Oh! We can go golfing! I’ve always wanted a boys’ weekend golfing!” he interrupts.
“You don’t golf,” I say, letting out a laugh as I follow him to Lincoln’s office.
“I could,” he says, pushing open the door. “Yo, boys weekend. You in?”
“Ford, it’s not a boys’ weekend,” I say, shaking my head. “Hey Lincoln.”
“Hey, isn’t Reag out today with Wren?” He looks as confused and I nod.
“Yep. I’m here for you two.” I sit in one of the chairs and Lincoln’s eyebrow raises.
“For what?”
“Apparently not a boys’ weekend,” Ford grumbles, plopping into the seat next to me.
“Well,” I take a breath and reach in my pocket, pulling out a set of keys. “I bought a house.”
“Oooh holy fuck,” Ford says. “Does my sister know about this? You’re moving out on her? Fuck, Luigi, why you goin’ and ruining a good thing?”
“Dude,” Lincoln says, grinning and relaxing back in his chair. “Does she know?”
“No,” I say. “Not really. She loves the house. She’s only told me so a hundred times since it’s gone up on the market. So I bought it.” I shrug.
“You just have that type of money laying around?” Ford blurts, surprised.
“I’ve always been good at saving money. Never had anything huge to spend it on until now.” I shove the keys back into my pocket then reach in the other one, pulling out the box. “So…” I crack it open and both Lincoln and Ford go silent. “Do you think it’s too much?”
The platinum engagement band holds a single, princess cut diamond that’s sparkling in the light of the room. The minute I saw it a few months ago I knew it was perfect for her, but the way her brothers are looking at me is making me think twice.
“Holy fuck,” Ford says.
“Have you guys talked about marriage?” Lincoln asks, his reaction incredibly hard to read right now which makes me nervous.
“Uh… I mean, not specifically. You think she’ll say no?”
“I think you just bought our sister a new house and a huge fucking ring, and I’d like to be a fly on the wall when all this goes down.”
“She’s gonna be pissed,” Ford adds in and I roll my eyes.
“No she’s not,” Lincoln says. “In all seriousness, that’s a huge step. And months ago I would have told you she’d never be ready for it…but I think you’re there. I think she’ll be fine.”
“She’s gonna kick your ass, Luigi. You can sleep on my couch.”
“Ford,” I say then laugh. “Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll need to.”
“When’re you doing it?” Lincoln asks, smiling.
“Tonight. She thinks I’m on a business trip today but I’m about to go to the house and set everything up for the proposal.”
“Good luck, man. She’s a lucky girl to have someone like you.” Lincoln says and Ford stands from his seat.
“I’m happy for you two. I hope she doesn’t kill you, but I’m also happy. If she says yes are you taking her last name? She’s gotta stay a West, so that’s the only option.” He shrugs and I bark out a laugh.
“Uh… I…” I shake my head. “One step at a time, man. She’s gotta say yes, first.”
“Right. And not kick your ass.” He pats me on the shoulder as he heads for the door. “Oh, and I’m still pretty bummed about no boys’ weekend. So we should make that happen soon.”
“I’m broke, man,” I holler back at him, laughing.
“Har fucking har,” he yells, walking out to the hallway.
Lincoln
’s watching me and trying not to smile too much. He’s not as old and stuffy as someone who doesn’t really know him might think. He’s actually pretty fun, and the way he loves his family shines bright in everything he does.
“So you really think she’ll be ok with it? Are you guys ok with it? Fuck, should I have asked you for permission first?” I blurt, eyes wide that I fucked up.
“No,” Lincoln says, chuckling. “It’s not the olden days, Luigi.” I roll my eyes and he laughs more. “I’m serious, I think she’ll be fine. Just…be gentle. Lube it up first, don’t just ram it in.”
“Right. Lube first.” I nod, grinning. “Thanks, man.”
“You’ll let me know how it goes?”
“Absolutely.”
The house is ready. The lights are off, candles are ready, and flowers are in place. Now I just have to get her there. She texted that she was home a little while ago so when I knock on the door, she swings it open not expecting me home yet. Her eyes scrunch together and she glances at the clock.
“Hey,” I say, grinning from ear to ear and trying to tamp down the excitement.
“What’re you doing home? I didn’t think to expect you till later.”
“I uh… I wasn’t on business.” I blurt. That wasn’t the plan, but I can’t lie to her. It just doesn’t feel right.
“You weren’t gone for work?” Her eyes narrow and stance goes rigid. I expected this part. The fight or flight, and in the past she would take the flight route and be gone. She’s done it before.
“No,” I say, reaching in for her hand. “Don’t be mad, okay?”
“Nico, what’re you doing?” she blurts as I pull her out the door and lock it behind us.
“I have something for you.” I say, my hand clammy in hers.
“Why… what the hell’s going on?”
“Just…shh.” I grin and hold up a blindfold when we get in the car. “Please put this on.”
“If this is some freaky sex shit, I’m on my period.”
I bark out a laugh and let out a grumbles sigh. “Ten, just go with me on this, okay? Put it on. It’s not freaky sex shit, I promise.”
She looks at me confused as she takes it out of my hands and slips it over her eyes, adjusting the strap and huffing with her hands in her lap.
“Okay,” she says. “If you’re killing me, you know my brothers will find you and murder you slowly, right?”
“Fuck, Reagan,” I laugh. “This is a good surprise. I promise.”
She nods, flipping her hand palm up in her lap, her sign that she wants to hold mine and I grin, reaching over and intertwining our fingers together.
The ride is silent and I can tell she’s trying to figure out the turns I’m taking so I make sure to take a few to turn her off from our destination. When I said she’s mentioned in the past about wanting this house I meant it. At least three times a week she mentions it. When it went for sale last month I knew I had to act fast. The older two-story brick home with black shudders and a wraparound porch is Reagan to the T. When I park in front of it my stomach flips with nerves and I take a deep breath.
“Don’t remove the blindfold, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” She doesn’t like surprises; I learned that the hard way a few months ago when we tried surprising her for a birthday dinner. I’m hoping this time is different.
I help her out of the car and up to the front door. She’s quiet, trying to figure out where we are. Knowing her, she’s already figured it out, but she’s playing along nicely.
I unlock the door and let it swing open, then step in before her and guide her in.
“Don’t move,” I blurt, running over to light the candles. Happy with the set-up, I drop to one knee, taking a deep breath before pulling the ring out of my pocket. “Okay, take it off.”
Her trembling hands are the telltale sign she knows something’s not normal about this little surprise, and when she slowly pulls the blindfold off, I smile wide and her hands go to her mouth.
“What…” she shakes her head looking around the house, then behind her to the outside of the house, then back to me. “Nico…” Her head shakes and she drops to her knees in front of me, biting her lips together.
“Ten, you’ve given me a life I never had. You’ve given me family, friends, and love. Love I never knew existed. You’ve made me a better man, and I’ll forever be grateful for that. But better yet, you’ve made me realize what type of man I want to be. I want to be yours. Forever. I want whatever you want, I love whatever you love…minus olives on my pizza…” she laughs and I grin. “I want you forever. I want whatever you’ll give me, for the rest of my life. But I’m really hoping you’ll give me the honor of being my wife.”
“Holy fuck,” she says, giggling and glancing down at the ring when I crack the box open. She gasps and her eyes go wide. “Holy fuck, Nico!”
“Will you marry me and move into this house with me, Ten?” I’m not sure I’ve ever said more difficult words in my entire life.
Her head starts to bob and a sob escapes her. “Fuck yes I will!” She finally shrieks and she lunges at me, knocking us both to the floor and slamming her lips to mine. Her hands are still trembling as they rake through my hair and I drop the ring box to grip her ass and kiss her deep.
Her legs rest on the floor as she straddles me and moans, then laughs, then sits up and looks around and laughs again, her face bright.
“Holy fuck!” she shrieks. “Wait, where’s my ring?” She looks on the floor frantically and I laugh, grabbing the box and pulling the ring out for her.
“I’ve never felt so happy, Reagan,” I say, sliding it on her finger.
“You bought me a house. And a beautiful ring. And I get you for the rest of my life,” she whispers, bending down and kissing me again. “I fucking love you, Nico D’ Angeli.”
“I love you, Reagan West.”
“Mom! I’m hungry!” Madison screams from downstairs.
“God that girl’s got a set of lungs,” I mumble, wrapped in Nico’s arms too warm and cozy in our bed to even think about getting up. She’s fifteen. She can figure it out on her own.
“Takes after her mom on that one,” he says, his voice sexy as ever for just waking up.
“We should feed them.” I sigh.
“She’s old enough to make herself and her brother some damn eggs or something. It’s the weekend. I’m not leaving this room for a while.” He pulls me tighter and I smile, but I know we won’t have that luxury for too long before the kids barge in here.
Step one when preparing to have kids? Accept the fact that you’ll never be fully alone again.
Ever.
I groan and stretch out, my hand grazing over Nico’s erection and he moans.
“Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish,” he whispers, pushing his lips to my forehead.
“It’s been a week,” I pout.
“Trust me, I know,” he says, sighing and bringing my hand to his lips.
Marriage didn’t suck the sex out of our lives. Growing up and adding responsibilities did. It’s still as hot and fun today as it was on day one, but it’s limited now. Between the West House taking up all my time, running kids everywhere they need to be and Nico’s new position at the company, by the time we hit the bed at night both of us are exhausted. A week is too long, though. Simple as that. Just when I’m about to get up and lock the door, it swings open and the inevitable happens.
“Madison won’t let me eat!” Hayes grumbles, storming to our bed and crawling up, wedging between us. “It’s morning. Get up. It’s snowing. Can we go outside today?”
I smile and kiss him on the nose. My tiny four year old surprise. I used to hate surprises when I was younger… Now, they’re not so bad.
We didn’t try for either of our kids, really. It was a ‘whatever happens, happens’ scenario with Madison. She just happened very early in our relationship. Like, a month after we got married, early.
Hayes was a little different, a
little shocking, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. Something about the momma’s boy that makes my heart melt. His big sister’s a little shit to him most of the time, but I’m hoping that’s just teenage hormones making her like that. If she grows up to be a bitch we’re going to have issues.
“Want me to kick her ass?” I say, making Nico snap.
“Language, Mom!” His eyes narrow and I grin.
“He knows not to repeat it, right little man?”
“Don’t say ass. Got it.” He gives me a tiny thumbs up and Nico chuckles, standing from the bed and pulling on a pair of grey sweats that look way too good for being sweat pants. I spend a moment too long letting my eyes linger on the body that he’s kept in shape all these years and when he clears his throat I make it to his eyes and he’s grinning wide.
“Come on, squirt. Let’s let mom have some peace and see how much of a mess we can make in the kitchen.” He grabs a giggling Hayes from the bed and I smile, especially when they close the door on their way out.
Spending time in bed with Nico was what I wanted, but being able to curl back into these blankets for a few moments longer? That’s amazing. Having a family like mine, solid, sturdy and loving with a husband as attentive at Nico?
That’s perfection.
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