by V. Theia
My beautiful man had asked her permission to marry me. Not that I think anything would have stopped him even if he hadn’t been granted consent. I loved that Gray included my mom. It was on his suggestion, after much research, that he’d showed her the health facility. I loved him more because he cared for her too.
“So much, ma.” I answered.
I didn’t invite my father to our wedding. It was too soon. He’d contacted me several times now and we’d had short, faltering talks, but as far as having him in my life on a regular basis I wasn’t ready. Might never be and he would have to accept that.
Plus, could you imagine Gray’s ex at our wedding? Eh, no thanks. I’m not that forgiving or nice to have that kind of incestuous entanglement on my big day.
My eyes drew back to my man getting hugged by his family. It was my turn next. His mom had welcomed me like a long-lost daughter as though we’d been best friends for years. No wonder I stood no chance against Gray, he’d inherited that kind of tenacity from his mom.
I was back in Gray’s arms seconds later and I sighed content.
He looked so fucking handsome in his white shirt and light-colored pants. He had bones I wanted to jump.
I nuzzled the patch of skin exposed at his throat.
“Behave, wife.” He warned, smiling and he palmed my butt.
“Already with the bossy rules. I think I made a mistake.” I huffed as we walked up the beach to where we had a wedding dinner waiting for us at our private villa.
“I can hear you thinking, and it’s nothing good.”
“It’s not. You should put me to bed right now without any dinner.” I insisted, winding my arm around his waist. My other stroking the flatness of his belly. Stirring him up. I couldn’t stop looking at the platinum ring he’d slid onto my finger next to the huge diamond he’d given me four weeks ago.
“Your bad-girl thoughts are making me hard in public.” He rasped out of earshot of those up ahead and he kissed the side of my neck. “We’ll eat, kick everyone out then you can fuck all that bad on top of me, baby-girl. Seal me in tight. Make me your husband in every way possible.”
“God. Yes, please, Grayson.” I moaned as he savaged my neck with rough expertise. Every swipe of his mouth reignited our brand of throbbing passion. I felt it in the gusts of my breath I let go when he finally released my neck from the torture of his mouth. Seriously, it’s not the Cabo heat that will kill me, It’s Gray and waiting to tear into his clothes.
Some could say we rushed into getting married, ask us if we care for anyone’s opinion.
The moment all my barriers were down I knew I couldn’t do without him.
Not for a minute. Not for a day.
I wanted to be where Gray was and since he’d been plotting a proposal for weeks previous he certainly felt the same.
We’d gotten eye rolls from his bandmate Cal, but who the hell cared what a damn rock star wannabe said about us getting married? The guy still irritated me and probably always would with his backhanded jibes. But I gave as good as I got. The guy had big fucking issues if you asked me.
“You are a cruel sugar daddy,” I tsked, looping my arms around his neck. “Carry me, please?”
I was swept up into his arms instantly.
I was Gray-drunk and wet by the time I was back on my feet.
“Welcome to the rest of our lives, baby-girl,” he smiled, nuzzling my nose with his, giving me a little kiss that wasn’t enough for either of us.
We’d sneak off soon, I knew that much.
Two savages couldn’t keep their hands to themselves for long.
I stayed on Gray’s lap, being fed morsels of desserts and breads slathered in dips.
We kissed, and we whispered love things to each other throughout the meal where I blocked out the excited exchange between parents about grandkids.
We’d had that talk when I’d told Gray I didn’t want kids.
I still want you. He’d told me. And that was that.
All I could see was Gray. All I felt was Gray.
I fell in love in my mid-twenties and it turned out to be my first and greatest love of my life.
The rest of my life with this sweet guy? I’d take it in both hands and never let go. Because when a gaping hole in my life had opened he’d slotted right into place and fit himself to all my broken pieces and made me feel whole again.
“My sweet man.” I kissed into his mouth, fingers tangled into the back of his hair.
“Always going to be your cereal dealer, baby-girl.” He grinned seriously.
That was me and Gray.
Sometimes you had to take a risk and open the door to the storm because what came through was so fucking sweet it was mind blowing.
His hands squeezed my butt delicately subtle beneath the table and now I just had to find a way to get rid of these people, so I could storm Gray’s brains out.
Sugar daddy had a starving baby to keep satisfied.
THREE YEARS LATER
Most days I woke floating, unable to believe this was my life now.
I’d waited for my anxiety impulses to return and send me running back to a life I didn’t really enjoy.
But here I was, every day, happy as a bee fucking his queen on a bed of pollen.
This bubbling happiness in my chest was something I still wondered if maybe I dreamed it.
But then Gray smirks his rock star smile, both tender and roguish at the same time over the rim of his coffee each morning while I shovel in whatever cereal he’s bought me that week and it became crystal clear.
We’re so fucking happy it’s sickening.
There was no complaining when a man like Gray found and claimed me.
He found me, and he claimed me because I was his.
He grunted it often enough when he was taking me from behind.
Really, we’re one of those couples.
The ones you stink-eye in the street for being too lovey.
Ask us if we care? Fuck you, we do not.
But happy was such a thin word to describe what I’d felt all these years even when we had up’s and downs. And we still had downs. I wasn’t miraculously perfect, and neither was my Gray.
It paled into the background when I knew how deliriously peaceful Gray and our life together made me.
My heart no longer ached like it once did.
I visited Jacky’s grave regularly now. We had good talks and though I missed my baby brother, the hurt on my soul lessened each time. I believed we’d eat cereal together again one day and it would be just as awesome as the first time.
I realized I could be happy without the guilt and still know I loved that little boy with all my heart. Jacky knew it.
Mom’s life rapidly changed after rehab. She got a job. Found romance with a guy called Hank who adored her something silly and she’d sold the family home and they now lived closer to the city, so we met up all the time and she was even friends with Gray’s parents.
It is crazy how things could change in such a small amount of time.
It wasn’t too late to crawl out of the darkness.
And after so much pain we’d both earned the sun.
We had Gray to thank for it too.
My superman sugar daddy. He was my best friend and savior.
Dad allowed me to see Justin and we were at the point my younger brother stayed at our house occasionally. Not to say I had a great relationship with my father, but it was open communication now. I was more receptive to fixing our relationship than I once would have been. Dahlia is … Dahlia. They appeared to be in love. But as for being friends with her … I haven’t changed that much. I’m still an outspoken bitch who would rip her eyes out if she even looked at my Gray wrong, so we kept it civil, that’s as best as I could do.
We have a normal … amazing life together.
My man still sells his shoes, he’s so popular that even I have to wait sometimes to get the pair I want, which I’ve complained about.
I am the one giving
him blowjobs, where’s the nepotism?
Happiness came slowly then all at once and I waded in the deep end.
Look, I’m not saying Gray was perfect.
But that man was completely perfect for me.
I wanted what every woman wanted in the end.
For her man to know he hung the moon.
He gave me unconditional, patient love.
A love so quiet it sneaked into my heart and took up root so that every branch I have now was Gray.
I love him. I love him. I fucking adore that man.
My rock star sugar daddy.
The man is my everything and I give no fucks who knows it.
“It’d be nice if you concentrated while I tried to fuck you, India.”
The love of my crazy life grunted next to my ear as he and his dirty-shoving hips brought me out of my head and put me back in our bed.
God, it was so early.
Why he insisted on waking me before God had risen was beyond me.
But I never complained.
Not when he cuddled me close.
Or fucked me hard.
We were still ravenously obsessed in each other.
“I’m sorry,” I moaned laughing a little as I got with the program and wrapped like a horny vine around his hard body, lifting to his down thrusts. “I’m here. God, Grayson. Please.”
He knew what I needed and ate the rest of my words in a dirty, consumed kiss until my mouth was dry and my pussy soaked.
He always knew what I needed even before I did and every worshipped inch of me flamed when he flipped me over and crawled over my back.
GRAY
It’s one of those mornings where I needed to fuck my girl fast. With her cheek pressed into the soft sheets, nails digging into the mattress for purchase, bumping up her little hips urging me to go harder, there’s no choice but to take her fast.
I bore down, grinding all of me into her as deep as I could go.
The electric current shooting through my legs.
My climax wasn’t far off. It never was.
She continued to drive me out of my mind.
“Get there for me, baby-girl. We don’t have the time to fuck slowly, not when your hellions will be awake soon and crying at the door.”
Around her moan India still managed to send me a shooting glare over her shoulder. “Why are they only my hellions when they’re noisy?”
“Don’t try and put the blame on me for how spoiled Vinny and Billy are. That’s all on you.”
She huffed, and I gave her a hard shove. The energy surrounding us crackled. We caused so much fucking heat and passion it was a wonder our bed didn’t catch ablaze.
“Oh, god. I need my sugar D’s dick.”
I grunted. “Giving you it, baby. Take it all.”
I caught at her neck, working her into sobbing her climax into the pillows, she was so responsive on a morning, I loved waking her with my mouth and feeling how she softened her body and spread her legs and welcomed me home even before her pretty girl eyes had opened.
My girl. My fucking perfect, lovable, mean-girl was forever the light of my existence.
We fought, we bickered, we loved like no other. We didn’t go to bed on an argument. No, we stayed up and hate-fucked all night long until neither of us remembered why we’d argued to begin with.
When India was in one of her mean moods, the ones that turned me on and had me panting hard in seconds, I made sure to clear my schedule, because I knew one thing; she’d be using me good and hard that day to assuage all her frustrations and I was just the man for that job.
I took my job of taking care of her seriously.
Her needs were my needs.
If my India wasn’t happy then I was a fucking bear until I saw her smile.
It's impossible to describe our bond.
The bond I felt instantly and knew she was mine and I was hers and somehow, we’d be together.
We’re too great for words, we’re a thrumming feeling that never quit.
She could decide to run one day, and I’d chase her until she learned to trust the one man who would sacrifice the world for her.
On cue we heard the noise outside of our bedroom door and she moaned. She always needed more once I’d made her come, so I slipped my hand between her and the bed and strummed her swollen clit as I swelled impossibly bigger inside her and poured all my love into her as she shattered around my cock.
Holy fuck. She felt too good.
“Grayson,” her pleasure-soaked whine hit me in the heart. And before I could move she’d flipped to her back and curled into me, nuzzling me all over.
When my girl got sweet she was pure cane sugar.
Loved the hell out of my woman until I couldn’t take a breath without knowing she’s close by.
Addicted? Fuck yeah, I am.
And it only took several hundred boxes of cereal to win her heart.
Best thing I’ve ever spent money on.
She’s mine.
I’m hers.
And we’re happy.
India was the love of my life before I even knew her.
One look at her through a pane of glass while she laughed and drank coffee with her friend and I was gone. A bolt of heat into my chest and I knew, cheesy as it sounded, she was the love of my life.
“I’ll let them in.” I said rolling off the bed.
Seconds later, two little assholes known better as India’s other loves of her life trotted into the room where they tried and failed to jump onto the platform bed.
I scowled sighing, padding over and I lifted first Vinny, the elder of the two Yorkshire Terrier pups onto the bed and then his brother Billy to jump and bark all over a laughing India who cuddled them like she hadn’t seen them in a month.
Little needy assholes made me jealous sometimes of the love my girl lavished on them. Who was I kidding. I loved the boys too. Didn’t mean I didn’t want to lock them in the laundry room so I could lick all over India myself…
Hells sake, they had a bigger clothes closet than we did.
Outfits for every day of the week and special beds in their own room.
Toys like we had a house full of kids and their own damn Instagram my girl goes nuts over.
It was love at first sight when she’d seen them advertised for sale.
How could I say no? I’d give her anything if it made her happy.
Now we shared our home with two prancing assholes who growled at me if I cuddled their mom. Lucky for me they knew who their alpha was when I slipped back into bed, gathering her close and pointed a finger to the end of the bed. Both boys trotted there, giving me a dirty look but plonked their butts to await breakfast.
“Daddy is so mean isn’t he, boys?” She laughed.
“Don’t encourage them, I know you taught them all their mean tricks.” I pinched her side.
There’s no question about it that I’m obsessed with her. Unapologetically so. When you find the one who made your heart soar and gave you the reason you’re on this earth you don’t tell the world you’re sorry for moving mountains to make her smile.
India smiled and I’m alive.
It’s that simple.
We might not have been conventional. I admit I went all out to win her around, some would say unethical to use her situation to my advantage. We existed for a while in a dubious zone.
Were we sugar daddy and sugar baby?
India liked to tease me, and I found I liked her teasing.
I’d be anything she asked of me. Give her the world and stand back and watch her bask in the brightness.
Does that make me her sugar daddy? I’m good with that. Really fucking good. I get to crawl into bed every night with the hottest woman on the planet.
I somehow got the better end of our bargain I think.
I’m a guy, my needs are simple. And now all my needs revolved around India.
She’s the sun, the moon, the solar system and my oxygen.
She’s the
personification of love. India made up every molecule of ecstasy.
I didn’t know what my life would have been like without her in it. I know what it was like before her, and it’s nothing compared to now.
Because I’m more in love with the woman in my arms than I ever thought possible.
She’s everything to me. The most important person in my life.
The two assholes are a close second.
“Hey, rock star, daydreaming about me again?”
A little satisfied smile played around the edges of her mouth, sending the hungry organ in my chest traveling in a ricochet pattern. I liked seeing her happy way too much. And it occurred to me I liked it even more that I was the one who made her that way.
Making India Ellison happy seemed a good fucking vocation in life. Especially when she flashed me that smile of hers.
“Always am, baby. Come crawl on top of me, give me some of that sugar I like.”
As always, waiting three seconds for her to move took too long and I grabbed her onto my lap.
“Impatient,” she chided. Hands in my hair. Mouth on mine. Pussy pressed to my groin soaking me in her previous pleasure.
Fuck. I was a lucky man.
“Now,” she purred, sucking on my tongue, sending fresh heat to my dick. I was gonna have to kick the boys out in a second. Watching me ride their mom was not something I needed to wonder if I’d have to buy them doggy therapy. “How much sweet can a rock star handle I wonder?” She teased me even as she matched my frenzy and energy to satiate each other.
All of it.
I’d take every drop she had because she would forever be my always.
My girl might call me her sweet man.
But it was India who was all sugar.
THE END
PS. Vinny and Billy were not traumatized that day. Or any other day their dad railed endless sugar on their mom in every room of their house.
And that one time at the doggy park.