The Marriage Mistake

by Natalie Knight

  Okay, so he’s not doing it for the sex, I get it.

  “Ready, darling?” His soft voice rouses me from my meandering thoughts.

  I look around.

  He’s parked the car outside a nice, colonial-style two-story home. A magnificent garden with a white pebble path stretches out ahead of me.

  I see roses, marigolds, purple flowers, and something that looks like daffodils. It’s a feast for the eyes.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.” I make myself smile. Now is not the time to ask about the timeline.

  I can imagine his face if I brought it up now, outside his mother’s house.

  “So, Daniel how about that timeline?” I’d ask. “Are you ready to have that baby yet? And has your lawyer drawn up the contract yet? I mean, we want to make sure we document it all and prepare for any eventuality.”

  With a shake of my head, I dismiss such crazy ideas. But seriously, would there really be a contract? It might be a good idea, right?

  What if I have the baby and, for some reason, it’s not good enough for him? What if he changes his mind just before I give birth?

  “So, Rose.” He turns to me as the midwife tells me to push. “I don’t think this is a good idea. And if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you and the…” He hesitates as he stares at my stretching pussy, “baby to it.”

  I’d be left giving birth, with a baby tied to me 24/7.

  The thoughts are ridiculous, I know, and I do my best to focus on what Daniel is saying.

  He takes me by the hand and leads me up the garden path. Before he gets a chance to ring the doorbell, it opens to reveal a tall dark-haired man standing there.

  “Hey, Ruben.” Daniel waves a hand in my direction. “Rose, I’d like you to meet my most recent step-father, Ruben.”

  Most recent?

  I shake his hand. He has a strong grip.

  “Finally, I get to meet the girl who’s stolen my son’s heart.” He takes me by the shoulders and peers at me, and I notice Daniel cringe at the word son. “I can see why. You certainly do your name justice, my dear.”

  My cheeks color a little, I’m sure of it. I mumble a thank you and we step inside.

  “Right on time for dinner, you two. Punctual as ever, dear boy. You’re making your mother proud.” Something tugs at my heart as Daniel takes my hand and leads me inside.

  Is it sadness that this might not be real? That I’m going to dinner with his family, and it could all be a charade? Am I…falling for Daniel?

  I shake my head. Whoa, Rose. Get a grip, babe. A business arrangement—it’s only a business arrangement with Daniel. Don’t go falling in love with him now.

  “So, Daniel, tells me you’re a retired lawyer.” I look at Ruben. “Sounds like interesting work.”

  His step-father winks at me. “It can be. Trials can be very stressful, but you also get to meet a lot of colorful people.”

  “Ruben represented someone once in a defamation case,” Daniel pipes up.

  “Some judge—no names shall be mentioned—had the misfortune of having a nasty neighbor. And one morning, when the dear judge stepped outside his mansion to pick up the newspaper, he saw a huge sign on his front lawn saying ‘Mr. and Mrs. Asshat live here.’”

  “No way.” I shake my head.

  “Anyway, the dear judge sued the sign writer for defamation.”

  “Wow. What happened?”

  Ruben claps his hands together. “There was a four-day trial and, in the end, the poor judge lost. It was held that sharing your opinion about someone is not defamation.”

  “You’re not boring our guest with legal war stories dear, are you?” Daniel’s mom comes out of one of the rooms to greet us.

  “I’m not bored,” I reassure her and return her greeting.

  “Let’s eat,” she says anyway.

  Dinner is amazing. Daniel’s mom is an awesome cook, which is a surprise, given the few things he’s mentioned about her being more about shopping than mothering. Though, after that breakfast the other day, it shouldn’t be.

  “Has Daniel told you about the time he kept a spider as a pet?”

  I shake my head.

  “Daniel used to be mad about insects,” his mom tells me. “And he’d go around the house collecting spiders. Of course, he’d get terribly upset when one of his sisters would throw out the glasses with his pets still inside.”

  Daniel rolls his eyes.

  “I haven’t heard much about these sisters,” I admit.

  “Step-sisters,” Daniel corrects. “Fendi, Prada, and Chanel.”

  I shake my head, trying hard not to burst out laughing. No fucking way.

  Daniel leans over and whispers, “I’ll tell you later.”

  His mom chimes in. “Oh, you don’t know about the girls? Why, Daniel, we’ll have to do this again and make sure they’re all here.”

  “What’re you trying to do? Scare Rose off?”

  I laugh. “Oh, come on, they can’t be that bad.” I give him a little kiss on the cheek. “I’d love to meet the rest of the family.”

  He gives me a crooked smile. “You say that now…”

  When dinner is finished, I offer to help clear the table, but Daniel’s mom is firm and insists I stay put, waving her hand. “Oh, we have help for that.”

  I bite my lip to keep from laughing again. This family is so far removed from anything I’ve ever known. They definitely aren’t like my own.

  We enjoy dessert and cocktails, and, after a few hours, I’m exhausted.

  “Do you want to stay the night?” asks Daniel when he sees me yawn.

  I hesitate for a second or two before I shake my head. “I’ve got a lot going on at work tomorrow and need to be there bright and early.”

  There’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite put my finger on.

  Disappointment? I can’t tell. But since it’s a long drive home, I know we better return tonight.

  I don’t want to get up in the early hours of the morning and be exhausted from the drive before I even start my workday.

  I’m sure he understands. But that look of disappointment, if that’s what it was, has me wondering all over again just what the status of our relationship is. We’re going to have to have The Talk―and soon.

  Daniel

  By the time we finally say our farewells, it’s late.

  Rose snuggles into her seat and smiles. She waves goodbye as I pull the car out into the street.

  “You were a real hit,” I say, feeling incredibly proud.

  I never knew how important it was to me that my mom likes the girl I bring home. And not only does she like Rose―she adores her.

  Rose seems to have no trouble at all communicating with one of the most important people in my life, even if Mom does drive me bat-shit crazy most of the time.

  So far, Rose has only put her best foot forward. In everything.

  “Dinner was lovely,” she says and yawns. I resist the temptation to stare as her beautiful eyes start to close.

  I feel a little guilty for the late night she’s had, seeing she’s got a hard day at work ahead. Next time, I’ll have to check with Rose about the schedule of future dinners and parties.

  I turn on gentle and soothing music as her breathing slows and steadies. I’m pretty sure she’s already asleep.

  I hum to the music and give my thoughts free rein. Rose certainly is becoming part of my life. She seems to fit in nicely—perfectly, really.

  I like her company, her wit, her intelligence, and, of course, the way she fucks.

  I sigh.

  Why have I let it come to this? I mean, we really need to sit down and discuss the arrangement in more detail. I can’t understand why we haven’t yet.

  Has she not raised it again because she’s changed her mind? But if so, why is she still spending time with me? Going to dinner with my family, no less?

  It nags at me. If she hasn’t changed her mind, why hasn’t she raised the matter again?

  Thoughts
spin around my head like flies trapped in a can, unable to find their way out.

  Daniel, I tell myself, this is fucking useless.

  What I need to do is talk to her about this.

  Exactly how I’m going to raise it, though, is beyond me. Do I do it in the office or over dinner?

  Suddenly, I’m not quite sure anymore what to do or how to say it.

  This is fucking ridiculous. I’m getting really fucking pissed with myself now. I don’t have trouble with anything. Okay, okay, maybe there’s one thing I have a bit of a problem with, but generally when it comes to dealing with people, I’m a fucking expert.

  I run a multi-million-dollar business. I manage a range of staff members, from the top to the bottom.

  Surely, it can’t be that hard to sit down with Rose and discuss our business arrangement.

  At the words business and arrangement, I feel a little uneasy. Could having a baby with a woman really fall into this category?

  I’m not having second thoughts at all; it’s just that I’m no longer sure what to call it. Rose might not like it if I call it a business arrangement, and I wouldn’t fucking blame her.

  Babies are people. They’re flesh and blood and crying and all sorts of things. Business is something else entirely.

  By now, I’m drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.

  Could I put it a little more delicately, along the lines of our…mutual interest?

  Yes, mutual interest already sounds a lot better and seems to hit the mark. I mean, I’d like an heir, and she’d like a baby.

  I let myself imagine how our conversation could go.

  “Rose, it’s about time we talk about the finer details of our mutual interest.”

  Or is it a project? ‘Project’ doesn’t sound too bad, either.

  “Rose, how about we sit down and discuss our joint project? It’s about time we work out the finer details.”

  I cringe. Would she slap me in the face? Probably.

  Or would she just stare at me and say something like, Okay, but what are you going to do about your condom problem?

  She would, of course, be right on the money. It’s the elephant in the room. Oh, sure, I’ve told her about the difficulty, but we haven’t really talked about solutions.

  I know all too well—there won’t be a baby, a joint project, if I can’t fuck her without the latex.

  I run my hand through my hair.

  Suddenly, the weight of the world seems to rest on my shoulders. After I drop Rose at her place, I think I’ll go home and have a stiff a drink. Nothing wrong with drowning my sorrows from time to time.

  Of course, Rose said she’d do anything to help, but the problem is I don’t really know what else to try. So far, nothing has worked.

  There’s some incoherent mumbling from Rose, and I glance at her. She’s still asleep, muttering something I can’t understand.

  When I pull up outside her place, she opens her eyes and yawns.

  She looks delicious enough to eat.

  “Here already?” Catlike, she stretches in the seat.

  “Yep.”

  “Do you want to come in and stay the night?”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Her words are fucking music to my ears. She wasn’t busting at the seams to get away from me and spend time on her own after, all.

  “Love to,” I say and jump out to go and open her door. I feel so elated I’m tempted to pick her up and carry her to the front door.

  Suddenly, I know we’ll work it out. We’ll find the right words to talk about it, both the project and my tiny problem.

  After all, a problem shared is a problem solved.

  Rose

  I slam the door to my apartment shut and pull Daniel against me. It’s as if I’m possessed. I need to feel him, his naked skin, and his massive member. I’m cock-hungry.

  I’ve never been forward like this, but something happened tonight while we were having dinner with his family.

  Okay, maybe nothing happened, but right now, I need to feel his mouth on mine, his cock in my pussy, and our naked hot bodies entwined.

  To my utter relief, he doesn’t push me away. Instead, he crushes his lips against mine.

  I moan, my fingers already fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

  His hands have gotten rid of my top already and are now pushing my skirt down. Thank goodness I live alone.

  If someone else lived here, I couldn’t have this freedom of ripping a man’s clothes off by my door. Imagine a roommate walking in on us naked. I cringe inwardly at the thought.

  Finally, I’ve managed to undo his jeans as well, and my fingers fumble for his massive cock, hard and straining for my touch.

  When I feel it, my heart beat increases a little. Joy seeps through my bones. I can’t explain it, but it’s almost as if I’ve developed an addiction for his cock.

  I need to feel it, to squeeze and knead it with my fingers.

  He helps me push down his pants, and we stumble in the dark into my living room. Luckily, my apartment is the size of a can of sardines so there’s not much margin for error.

  If we were in his penthouse right now, we could end up anywhere. With a crash, we land on my old over-used couch. He ends up beneath me.

  “Did you eat oysters or something?” Daniel chuckles, and I giggle.

  “And what if I did?”

  “You should have shared,” he complains, resting his hands on my ass.

  I push my pussy toward his pulsing cock.

  “In my defense, I didn’t know you like oysters,” I counter.

  My pussy is throbbing, and I’m getting ready to push into him when Daniel changes our positions.

  Actually, he pushes me off the couch so I land on the floor.

  “Sorry, love,” he apologizes. “I thought there was more room.”

  I giggle like a silly teenager.

  If I didn’t know better, I’d say I had too much champagne tonight, but I only had the one glass. Then why am I acting so strange? It’s not like me at all to take the lead when it comes to sex.

  Must be his charm and open manner.

  I struggle to get to my hands and knees. I see him crawl to his pants. What is he doing?

  I decide to follow him anyway.

  If someone were to see us, we’d certainly look strange. Two adults crawling like babies on the floor.

  “Are you practicing your crawling skills already?” I joke and watch him turn to face me again.

  “Maybe,” Daniel replies, and I think he’s grinning. “Race you back to the couch. Winner gets to decide how to fuck first.”

  Man, oh man. A challenge, a race. You’re on, buddy.

  I start, but misjudge my movement and tumble over my own hands. I dive headfirst onto the ground.

  Ouch.

  I think I might have a bit of carpet burn on my chin. I see Daniel getting ahead.

  I feel like the snail in that kids’ movie, what was his name again? Derby, Ferby? No.

  Turbo! That’s it.

  With renewed vigor, I get back on all fours and make a last-ditch effort to beat Daniel to the couch.

  “I win,” shouts my man, lifting his hands in a victory salute.

  I collapse with laughter on the floor. His hands reach for me and gently pull me toward him.

  “You cheated,” I say, huffing. “And you know what? Any gentleman would let the lady win.”

  His hands are now all over me.

  “Good thing I’m no gentleman then, isn’t it?”

  His lips join his hands. There’s an urgency there I haven’t felt before. First, he assaults my left tit and then my right. A hand rests on my hips and another plays with my clit.

  The cocktail of sensations sends electric shock waves through me. Wow.

  I arch my pelvis to meet him and try to stroke that cock of his with my fingers. To my utter disappointment, he’s out of reach.

  After a while, Daniel straddles me. He sits on my lower half and leaves his hands
on my breasts.

  Like a skilled artist, he rolls my nipples between his fingers before pulling and pinching them with intensity. The motion sends thrills of pleasure shooting through me.

  And yet, all I can think of is having his cock inside of me.

  With all the attention he’s giving me, it feels as if my body is melting onto the floor.

  “Please, Daniel,” I whisper. “Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  He leans down and kisses me. “Really?”

  His lips crush mine, and I push my tongue deep into him. At the same time, I move my pelvis beneath him.

  This is fucking amazing. I feel alive, and I want to take control. I can’t explain it, but ever since dinner, I’ve been dying to get my hands all over him.

  Perhaps, listening to all those stories about him made me horny. And fuck, I’m horny.

  I’m so wet and ready I think I might explode. If he doesn’t enter me soon—like right fucking now—I swear I won’t be responsible for my actions.

  I’m not quite sure what I’ll do, but I’ll do something. I suppose I could always threaten him, beg him, or just push him off me so I can get on top of him. Easier said than done, of course.

  For the last few minutes, I’ve been writhing beneath his weight, trying to move so his cock will enter my pussy—all to no avail.

  Why is he torturing me like this? Doesn’t he want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck him?

  My thoughts go all over the place, but I rein them in. No point going overboard with overanalyzing each and every one of his movements.

  And then, I feel him lift off me a little so that he could finally thrust into my waiting pussy.

  Yessssss.

  I can see stars in front of my eyes, and fireworks explode in my head. But if I was hoping for a hard and fast fuck, I’m mistaken.

  Daniel has entered me, and now he’s just staying where he is, deep inside of my pussy.

  “I read somewhere that a true union of man and woman is when the man’s cock enters the woman’s pussy and then just stays there.”

  “Are you being serious right now?” The light isn’t bright enough for me to see his facial expression properly so I can’t work out if he’s fucking with me or not.

  I feel his warm breath against my neck as his lips brush against my burning skin.