“Oh my God. You’re amazing,” she exclaims.
His face blushes. “Nah, this is nothing. It’s the least I can do after you saved me...and after getting between you two last night. I didn’t mean to meddle into your marriage,” he says, apparently feeling guilty.
Kim smiles and turns to look at me with a glance filled with compassion; she wants me to explain things to him. And for once, I’m glad that I will.
“There’s nothing to feel guilty for, Spencer. This is who you are, who you always were. It’s me that I should be apologizing to you.”
He seems surprised by my reply. “What for?” he asks.
“I was the one that iced you out back then when I left for college. And I was the one that didn’t pull back last night, making you even more confused about my feelings. Kim and you are the victims of my uncertainty and I hope that both of you can forgive me.”
Kim didn’t expect me to include her to my apology. She grips my hand tight and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Spencer, on the other side, has lowered his head trying to come up with a reply.
“It’s okay. It has been too long since I stopped waiting for an apology from you. But it’s nice to finally hear it. Nevertheless, let’s have something to eat before you go. I know you have to leave early or Jacob’s mother will stuff you with those nuggets of hers when you arrive,” he says.
Kim, unable to hold back her giggle to the reference of my mother’s cooking, breaks away from our holding hands and rushes to his side; she hugs him tightly.
“I can’t stand this. We don’t have to say goodbye yet. It’s Christmas, a time of unity and new beginnings. What if..." she starts saying. With her sentence unfinished, she turns to stare at me. "What if we invited Spencer to come skiing with us? I’m sure he’s a great skier as well.”
Spencer’s face lightens but he tries his best not to show it. Instead, he mumbles: “No, it’s okay. I have a couple of friends expecting me later today, so...”
“Cut the bullshit, Spencer. You still lie like a high school brat. I thought you would have learned how to do it properly after all this time. Go up and get ready. Don’t look at me like that. You’re coming with us,” I say, unable to hold back from grinning.
His lips curl into a smile. “You’re an asshole, you know that? A cute asshole, but an asshole nevertheless,” he says. As soon as he does, he caps his mouth with his hands. “Sorry. Too early?”
Kim and I burst into a laughter. “Nah. It’s okay,” we reply in unison.
Jacob rushes upstairs shouting: “I’ll be ready in a sec. Don’t leave without me.”
When he leaves, I walk to Kim’s side. I place a soft kiss on her lips before saying: “Sometimes, I wonder what in the world is going on in this cute head of yours. I can’t seem to understand how it works.”
“Then I’m lucky, honey. You won’t ever get bored with me if you don’t know what I’m thinking.”
I lean closer to her so that our foreheads touch. “You don’t have to act tough around me. I love you the way you are, my love.”
Kimberly smiles, her eyes sparkling in the gray light of the cloudy sky. “I love you, too. And will continue to love you, no matter what happens from this moment on.”
Her words help me put some kind of closure to this whole mess. Not only that, but it feels like I’ve earned a piece of myself that I didn’t know I was missing this whole time.
It’s the first time Kim and I spend the Christmas together as a married couple and I’m already feeling glad she’s the one right by my side. Knowing that I have her support, makes me feel all that much better about our future.
A future full of surprises and happy messes, the kind that it takes three to solve.
THE END
French Kiss
Chapter 1
“Another positive review,” Stacy chirped, flopping down on the couch and turning her phone towards Bryan so he could see. She and her newlywed husband have recently begun using a popular new app called SleepEasy to rent their spare bedroom out to tourists who were visiting their city. It had only been a few weeks, but their popularity as hosts with other app users had already begun to grow—especially considering that the city’s nightlife attracted many young couples keen on experiencing great music, food, and drinks.
From his place next to her, Bryan grinned and moved to wrap his arms around her waist as he read the review that the last visiting couple had just posted to their profile.
“Warm and welcoming, 10/10 would rent again,” he read aloud with a snort, and then he turned to place a kiss on her cheek. “What do you say, that’s it for the month?”
Stacy gave him a warm smile and gently ran her manicured fingers through his dark hair; it was growing long now, and she was relieved that he kept putting off his bi-monthly cut because she had a fondness for the way it grew in thick and wavy. She hummed thoughtfully; their monthly income was already plenty to pay their rent and bills and still live comfortably on. Using SleepEasy was just something they did when they wanted a little extra spending money for fun or to top up their "rainy days" piggy bank.
She glanced back down to the app, her hazel eyes twinkling. “I think we can do one more, don’t you?”
Bryan chuckled indulgently and shrugged, rising from the couch and saying, “Alright.” He leaned down to give Stacy a quick peck on the forehead, keeping his lips close when he murmured, “But this is the last one for the month. I miss being alone with my beautiful wife.”
Stacy giggled, feeling a flush rise high on her cheeks. Elsewhere, another familiar heat began to pool, and her stomach fluttered at the sensual tone that her husband had taken with her. She glanced up at him and smiled, slow and sly, at the way his eyes darkened when he looked at her again. He leaned over her almost like a predator who was eager to corner his prey — only to blink in surprise when Stacy reached up and firmly pushed him back enough so that she could rise from the couch. She took advantage of the moment by giving him a quick peck on the lips and sauntering away, just out of his reach. “You can be alone with me all you like tonight. But first, I need to make dinner.”
Bryan let out a jokingly pitiful whine as his head drooped and he crashed on the couch with a huff. “But Stace,” he moaned, rolling onto his back. Stacy fought back a vicious grin when she caught sight of the taut crotch of his jeans; she relished the power of knowing just how aroused she could make her husband even now, only months into their marriage but a few years into their relationship. She hoped this spark never faded.
She giggled at the pleading look he gave her and wagged her finger at him before she made her way to the kitchen, calling, “Nuh-uh, mister. You’re just going to have to be patient.” She tossed a sultry glance over her shoulder at him, complete with a wink, and purred, “Like a good boy.”
His head appeared over the top of the couch then, an impish grin spreading across his handsome face. His near-perfect teeth gleamed at her, and he asked coyly, “Do good boys get rewards?”
Stacy let out a soft huff of laughter as she opened their oak cabinets and began pulling down the ingredients for dinner; she had to admit that another benefit of the SleepEasy app was the way it had encouraged her to pick up more than a few cookbooks and lessons to improve her culinary skills—people paid more for home-cooked meals, after all. She had certainly come a long way from midnight microwaved noodles in college.
She let Bryan wriggle in discomfort for a few moments as she practically danced around the kitchen, humming a nameless melody while she waited just long enough for her teasing lack of a response to dangle on the precipice of being torture. When she heard him groan softly, she turned and gave him a mischievous look, eyes sparkling.
“Good boys do get rewards,” she said breezily, darting over towards him for another kiss because he was so cute that she just couldn’t resist. He caught her by surprise, though, wrapping an arm around her back when their lips touched and winding a hand through her hair to tug her close.
Stacy sighed in
delight when Bryan’s tongue pushed its way into her mouth and slid deliciously against hers, the hot and wet sensation of their intimacy creating an aching need that flared in her gut and down between her legs. Her thighs trembled at the thought of Bryan’s tongue moving expertly between her other lips, and she couldn’t help the animalistic growl that escaped her as she clutched desperately at his broad shoulders, digging her nails in deep.
Bryan moaned aloud and broke their kiss, then, pressing his forehead against her neck and panting. “God, I love it when you do that,” he murmured.
Stacy bit her lip and placed a decidedly chaste kiss upon the crown of his head, the mood between them softening. She tilted his chin up towards her and smiled. “Consider that motivation to behave, then. Cause bad boys get muzzled.”
“Stace!” Bryan called as she darted away from him, laughing; his own laughter bubbled up from within and burst from his mouth as he shook his head in amusement. His wife was hard to keep up with sometimes, but God, did she make his life the happiest that it had ever been. Every day with her was a new adventure, and he adored it — and her. “Alright, you win,” he drawled, getting off of the couch and adjusting himself. “I’ll be patient — for now.”
Stacy gave him a knowing grin and remarked, “Good things come to those who wait.”
***
Later that night, as the pair of them were sliding into bed, Stacy’s phone chimed with a notification; she glanced at it and tapped Bryan on the shoulder. “Hey, it’s from SleepEasy; somebody wants to rent the room.”
“That was quick,” Bryan remarked, cuddling up beside her. “When do they want to be here?”
“They’re flying in from France tomorrow afternoon,” Stacy said, her eyes skimming over the message from a woman named Audrey detailing the arrangements that she was hoping to make for herself and her husband. “A couple our age, visiting for three nights, and they read our reviews and liked us.” She glanced over at Bryan, a thin brow raised. “Do you think we can do that? It’s really short notice.”
Bryan shrugged and replied, “Eh, it’s alright. Last one of the month, and it’s not as if the place needs a lot of cleaning. I think we’ll be fine.”
Stacy smiled and chirped, “Alright, I’ll let her know right now.” Her fingers flew over the touch screen keyboard, and mere minutes later, their spare room was booked and she was wishing the French couple a safe flight in.
Stacy set the phone down on her nightstand and leaned back against the mountain of pillows she liked to prop herself on for a good night’s rest. She raised her hands high and stretched with a satisfied groan as her back arched and cracked. “That felt good,” she mumbled, giving Bryan a sleepy grin.
He returned the smile, propped up on his elbow by her side. “You know what else would feel good?” he murmured, and she giggled.
“I can think of a few things,” she replied softly, turning towards her husband. Her eyes roved almost hungrily over the smooth planes of his exposed chest, lingering over the light dusting of hair between his pecs and the soft trail that ran just beneath his stomach, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pajamas. She bit her lip at the sight of the steadily stiffening bulge that appeared there.
Bryan gently shifted towards Stacy and placed a hand to her neck, feeling the erratic thrum of her pulse as she hitched a breath in anticipation for where he would touch her next. His dark eyes met hers with an intensity that still got to her, even after all their years together. “So,” he began, delicately trailing his fingers down the line of her throat, into the hollow just between her breasts. “Would you say I was good enough for a reward?”
Beneath her soft chemise, Stacy felt her nipples harden, the material sliding pleasurably against them. She bit back a moan and nodded, not certain that she could manage words at the moment. Bryan made her feel that way every time they got into bed together — a hazy lust blanketed her senses, rendering her nothing but a vessel to the passion that rose within her and took the reins.
Sex had always been the most intense, diverse activity of intimacy for Stacy. She had felt that way in the past with the only other people she’d had intimate relationships with—a boy named David just before high school had ended, and then a girl named Marie at the very start of college. Neither of the two relationships had been anything more than lengthy, fun flings — and it had all occurred before she had met Bryan, so he didn’t know about them.
Her attitude towards sex carried over from her first experience though, and she felt lucky enough to find a kindred spirit regarding bedroom matters in Bryan. From their first night together, their passion had been utterly unbridled. And in all the years since, that flame had never flickered or gone out from the two of them — which Stacy had taken as a sign that she and her husband were truly meant for each other.
She felt that strongly now as her heart hammered wildly against her ribcage as she waited for Bryan’s touch. This was the fun aspect of it; foreplay was similar to a game. Who could entice the other the most? Who could inflict the most exquisite torture? Who would break first, demanding the consummation of their night together until neither of them could stand to be apart for even one more second.
Stacy let a shuddering moan escape her lips when Bryan moved to rest himself half on top of her, the absence of his hand between her aching breasts replaced by the heady sensation of his weight upon her and the feel of his soft mouth against her neck. She brought her hand up to curl it through his hair and tugged just hard enough for him to groan at the bite of pain against his scalp; pressed against her hip, she felt his cock stiffen even further in his pajama pants.
Bryan nipped gently at the curve of Stacy’s throat, sucking against her skin just enough to elicit the sensation that he wanted to create for her while only leaving marks that would fade come the morning. He felt her tremble as her throat vibrated with a low moan, and Bryan’s head felt light on a high that only Stacy could create for him.
Since the moment he’d met her, somehow, he’d known that she was a wildly sensual creature in bed — but that had not been his motivation in getting to know her. It was more akin to the delightful, glistening cherry on top of an amazing sundae, but damned if he didn’t look forward to savoring said cherry every time she teased him with the promise of a night in bed, or an exceptionally short skirt that showed off her long, smooth legs, or a low-cut top that allowed the swell of her breasts to peek through and taunt him…
Oh, damn it. He couldn’t wait any longer; not tonight.
Stacy gasped in surprise as Bryan hauled her up to sit on her knees, her hands flying to cling at his flexing biceps at the sudden movement. “Bryan?” she barely managed to breathe before his hands were at her thighs and he was ripping the chemise off of her in one swift move, leaving her bare before his gaze.
“I can’t wait,” he groaned, pulling her hips to his and huffing an exalted breath at the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers; he pressed his clothed erection against her and ground up.
Stacy let out a soft mewl of pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the sensation of her nipples sliding against his heated skin. “It was kind of a long time, huh?” she sighed, pressing hot kisses against his neck and the top of his shoulder.
“Too long,” Bryan agreed, sliding his hand down over the curve of her lush ass and giving it a firm squeeze; his other hand moved down her front, and his fingers slid to the sweet spot between her legs. His brows rose at the sensation that met his hand, and Bryan put his lips right to Stacy’s ear and whispered, “God, your pussy’s so wet for me.”
Stacy’s thighs reflexively clamped together at those words, trapping his hand between her legs. Dirty talk was one of her weaknesses, and he knew it. She let herself enjoy the sensation of his probing fingers as they slid into her with ease and curved, searching for that little patch of flesh within that would make her writhe as he moved within her. Stacy cried out at the feeling, but mere fingers weren’t enough for her now. Bryan had ignited
a fire within her, and she needed the feeling of his thick cock stretching her wide as he drove inside of her again, and again, and again.
But before she could open her mouth and demand that he disrobe as well, he surprised her by pulling back and then moving to lay his head against the pillows. She blinked, confusion breaking slightly through her lusty haze. “Babe?” she murmured, letting him take her hand.
He gave her a wolfish grin and tugged her towards him; she yelped and nearly fell over, but he caught her just in time and urged, “Sit on my face.”
Stacy’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. She didn’t think it was possible, but somehow, he’d managed to make her even wetter with just four simple words. “Yeah?” she gasped excitedly, even as she was already shifting her legs towards his head.
Bryan groaned and tugged down the waistband of his pants, exposing himself at last. His cock bounced, so hard that it practically throbbed in the dim light of the bedroom; Stacy’s mouth watered. “Yes,” Bryan grunted, snapping her attention back up to his face. “God, please sit on me.”
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