Where We Belong

by J. Daniels

  And me . . . fuck, I’m staring right at her. Right the fuck at her, smiling.

  I’m smiling at Mia.

  Fuck me.

  Tessa nudges her hip against my side. “Look at you. You almost look happy to be sitting within fifty feet of her.”

  “Yeah,” I mumble, moving my thumb over the image.

  Her face is fuller, and she’s wearing those red, squared-off glasses she always wore back then. The ones I used to tease her relentlessly about. Calling her a nerd and whatever-the-fuck-else I could think of just to get under her skin.

  Fucking prick. No wonder she hated me.

  A crazy mess of curls frame her face, spilling over her shoulders. Frizzy and unkempt, not like the way Mia wears her hair now, but fuck, it looks sweet on her here. Same with the glasses.

  I rub at my jaw, still studying the photo. “I don’t remember this.”

  “I don’t either. Mom had a ton of pictures in my old bedroom she was getting ready to organize. This was the only one I found of the three of us together. And the fact that you’re smiling at Mia like you love her . . . well, I pretty much had to take it.”

  I look at Tessa, dropping my hand and not saying shit back. Not arguing.

  Who the fuck knows why I was smiling at Mia like that. Maybe she said something funny. Maybe her and Tessa were acting like complete fucking idiots and I found it amusing.

  Or maybe I just wanted to smile at her a little.

  Looking up, I spot Mia walking back over with Luke, who’s got Nolan climbing on his back. Max is slumped on his side in the yard, looking exhausted from five minutes with my son.

  I slide the photo into my back pocket. “You don’t want it?” I ask Tessa.

  “I made a copy for me,” she says, kissing Chase’s cheek when he starts waking up more and babbling.

  “Thanks.”

  She smiles.

  I look from Chase to her, remembering the conversation I had in the squad car before Mia showed up and got off on my dick.

  “You and Luke gonna talk about things while we’re gone?”

  Tessa arches her brow, cradling the back of Chase’s head. “Things?”

  “Kids.” I bend down, catching her gaze when she tries to lower it, when she tries to avoid this shit like she’s apparently been doing with Luke. “He’s not going anywhere,” I state.

  She blinks several times, inhaling a slow, deep breath. “He tell you that?”

  “He didn’t have to. I know Luke. Know him better than anyone. If he was worried about something, I’d know it. If he was unsure about you, or didn’t think this was it for him, if he was having even a shred of doubt, he wouldn’t have put that ring on your finger. Talk to him. You’re his wife. If you want kids, if you don’t want kids, whatever. You’ll never know how he feels about it unless you ask him. Quit being scared.”

  Her lips pinch closed. She looks away, and I can tell she’s thinking, hopefully absorbing my words.

  I think I reach her, penetrate that layer of self-doubt she’s hiding beneath her steely exterior. Maybe give her the assurance she needs to talk this out with Luke. Maybe pissing her off because I’m getting involved.

  I don’t get the chance to ask.

  Mia joins us, wrapping her arms around Tessa and Chase. “Thank you for doing this for us. I seriously owe you.”

  “Anytime.” Tessa jerks her head when Mia releases her and steps over a little. “Come here.”

  The two of them move behind the truck, talking all close and whispering with each other.

  Discussing Luke? Fucking probably. I’m sure Tessa is getting on Mia for the shit I just said to her, telling me to mind my own business.

  Christ. I’m only trying to help.

  While they share their own private whatever-the-fuck moment, I say my goodbyes to Nolan, hugging him and making sure he remembers to listen to Luke and Tessa.

  He couldn’t be more excited about spending the night here. Luke has already promised him rides on his four-wheeler around the yard.

  I remind him of his bedtime, which draws a funny look from Luke.

  “You just told me you were allowed to stay up until ten, dude.”

  Nolan looks down at his feet. “Well, sometimes I can.” He kicks a pebble. “Like, on special nights. This is special.”

  Luke pins his arms against his chest, shaking his head and huffing a sharp breath. “Everything he tells me he can do, I’m calling you to verify. I’m just going to go ahead and assume soda is a no, since he just told me he can have it.”

  Laughing, I rustle Nolan’s hair, straightening up when the girls walk back over.

  “Ready to go?” Mia asks, bouncing on her feet and looking so damn happy.

  “Been ready.”

  I watch her give Nolan and Chase another fifty hugs and kisses, then another after I almost get her in the truck. The second her ass hits the seat she’s jumping down again and pushing past me, mumbling something about already forgetting what they smell like.

  “Mia, baby, it’s two days. I’m not even taking you out of the state.”

  I grip the door, watching her press kisses all over Chase’s face like she’s doing it for the last time.

  “I know. I just miss them already,” she mumbles against his cheek. She dashes over to Nolan and pulls him into another hug.

  He’s ready to get his time started with Luke and begins squirming the second her arms wrap around him.

  “Mommy!”

  “Okay, okay. I’m going.” After blowing him a kiss, she spins around and climbs up into the truck, securing her seatbelt quickly. “Close the door before I get out again,” she says, rolling her eyes at herself.

  I back us out of the driveway and get us halfway down the street before Mia is training her eyes ahead of her, prying them off of the figures growing smaller in my rearview mirror.

  “You okay?” I ask, dialing down the volume on the radio, keeping one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road. “I know this is our first time leaving them overnight. And with Chase being little . . . Fuck, is it too soon? I just wanted . . .”

  My brain turns off the second Mia’s hand brushes against the front of my shorts.

  “Baby,” I breathe, dropping my head against the seat as she unhooks her belt and slides closer, pressing her tits against my arm and her mouth against my neck, her hand rubbing my hard-on until I’m straining against the zipper and threatening to rip that shit right open.

  “Jesus Christ, Mia.”

  She doesn’t say a word as she slides the zipper down and pumps my cock. Doesn’t say a goddamn thing as she ducks under my arm and runs her tongue over the swollen head, licking my slit. Her hand wraps around the base as she works her mouth up and down my length, wetting it and moaning, her lips vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

  I stop at a red light, gazing down into my lap. I brush her hair out of her face and watch her work my dick.

  Her lips stretching wide. Her eyes closed in pure fucking bliss.

  Christ, how lucky am I? Road head? She’s going to make me come so fucking hard doing this.

  “That’s sexy as fuck, baby.”

  She smiles a little around my shaft. The tiniest twitch of her lip.

  Her other hand pushes inside my shorts and cups my balls, rolling them in her palm as she takes me to the back of her throat and gags, her saliva pooling in the corner of her mouth and dripping down my length.

  The sight of her taking all of me is exquisite.

  I gasp and fist her hair. My thighs tense against the leather seat.

  “Ah, fuck, Mia. Goddamn . . . you want it, don’t you? You want to taste my cum. Can’t wait ’til I get you in that room and on your knees, can you, baby?”

  “Nm, mmm.”

  “Fucking greedy. My greedy wife needs it. Needs my cock filling that hot ass mouth.”

  Her teeth gently press into my skin. Her warm tongue soothes the sting, lapping the reddened veins.

  My hips start jerking, quick thrusts
into her welcoming mouth.

  The car behind me beeps. I know the light has changed, but I don’t give a fuck.

  I’m not stopping. Mia sure as shit isn’t stopping. She’s going at me like I’m her last meal, the last thing she wants to consume before leaving this earth.

  She’s choosing me. My cum. My throbbing cock.

  I’m supposed to deny her just because some dickhead behind me has places to go? Fat fucking chance.

  I slide my hand down her back and squeeze her ass, eliciting a little gasp from her. My other hand is in her hair, a tight fist guiding her up and down, moving her mouth along my dick as I thrust and thrust away from the seat, arching my back and growling, the nerves along my spine crackling with energy and heat and fuck . . . she squeezes my balls again at the same time as deep-throating me, her other hand jacking me off violently into her mouth.

  “Fuuuuck, baby,” I moan, emptying myself down her throat, coming so fucking hard my foot slides off the pedal and the truck lurches forward.

  “Fuck!”

  I shift my foot back to the brake, gripping the wheel with both hands as I continue exploding.

  Mia swallows, licking and sucking me dry, making these hot, little squelching noises with her mouth.

  I sag against the seat. I nearly pass the fuck out.

  She purrs, clearly proud of herself. With the sexiest, sweetest smile, Mia turns her head and gazes up at me through those long, dark lashes. Her eyes soft and adoring.

  “Good?” she asks, resting her head on my thigh, her breathing irregular.

  Another car lays on the horn behind us. The light apparently changed again. I ignore them, along with every other motherfucker out here on the road.

  My wife just sucked my brains through my cock. I’m going to love on her a little. They can go the fuck around me.

  I scoop Mia up and pull her into my lap, kissing her jaw and the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

  “You are going to get fucked so hard, Mia Kelly,” I whisper, loving the little shudder that ripples through her body and the pause in her breath.

  She presses her lips to my cheek.

  “Good. Now hurry up and get us there.”

  I TRAIL BEHIND MIA INTO the villa, carrying our bags and the welcome basket we received at check-in.

  Chocolate, assorted teas, a bottle of wine, and some information on the resort; a map and a few local restaurant menus.

  I look up after kicking the door closed.

  Mia stops beside the bed and bends over, unhooking the strap on her sandal. The hem of her dress rides up.

  Restaurant menus? They might as well go straight in the fucking garbage. I’m staring at my next several meals right here.

  “Wow. This place is beautiful, Ben.” Mia tosses her shoes against the wall and explores the ocean-front room. She runs her hand over the bedspread and fingers the amber-tinted jewels hanging from the lampshade on the table before popping into the bathroom. “We have one of those giant soaking tubs!” she yells.

  Laughing, I set the bags down, all but one. I carry the small cinch tote over to the bed and pull off my shirt.

  “Oh, my God, it’s huge!”

  I smirk. “Thank you.”

  Mia peeks her head out, grinning. Her eyes burn over my bare chest, then fall on the tote. “Whatcha got there?” she asks, padding across the room.

  I loosen the string and pull out the oil.

  Stopping beside me, Mia stares at the bottle in my hand. Her lips part with a slow inhale.

  “I want to give you a massage.”

  She lifts her gaze. Her pink tongue wets her lips. “Okay.”

  “I want you naked.”

  Mia smiles a little. “Okay,” she says, her voice softer.

  An anxious whisper that makes my dick jump.

  I jerk my chin at the bed. “And I really want you to lie still and let me do this. Let me take care of you.” I bend to kiss her mouth. “That means no grabbing my junk.”

  “What?” she laughs against me. “Not even a little?”

  “Not until I’m done making you feel good.”

  “But . . . that makes me feel really good.”

  “Mia,” I growl, plucking at her dress.

  “Okay, okay. No touching your junk.” She kisses my jaw and waves a dismissive hand. “Jeez. You act like I can’t control myself around that thing. I’m not even sure I want to touch it.”

  I arch my brow. She giggles, playfully elbowing me in my side.

  Taking my silent instruction, Mia strips off her dress and panties and climbs onto the bed, settling on her stomach. She braces her weight on her elbows.

  Turning her head, her bold eyes follow my hands as I unbutton my shorts and lower them to the floor with my boxers.

  She stares at my cock, unashamed in her desire. Warmth blooms in her cheeks.

  “Yeah, you don’t want to touch it,” I joke, kicking my clothes to the side.

  Mia drops her head. A soft laugh ripples through her body. “I’ll never forget the first time I saw it. It kind of scared the shit out of me. I’d never seen one that big before.”

  I stare down at my cock, all nine glorious inches of it. My chest swells with arrogance.

  Good.

  “I was scared too,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed and straddling her thighs.

  She looks at me over her shoulder, eyes curious.

  “I didn’t want to hurt you. I was really hoping I’d give you this phenomenal experience and you’d only want my dick from then on out. I felt like you were mine that night. Already. The second I saw you in the bar, I felt it.”

  She blinks, those dark irises swelling. “I was yours,” she says, sounding like she’s always believed it. Maybe even as much as I have.

  I swipe her hair off her face. I bend to kiss her shoulder. “Lie down, Angel.”

  She flattens out on her chest, tucking her arms against her sides. Her cheek presses into the mattress.

  Flipping open the cap on the oil, I pour a generous amount onto my palm. A few drops spill onto her skin, following the curve of her waist and saturating the comforter.

  Starting at her hips, I smooth my slippery hands up her back to her shoulders and down again, moving the oil over her body and warming it.

  Her skin begins to glow. A rich scent fills the air.

  Vanilla.

  I massage the tops of her thighs and her ass, those sexy as fuck dimples at the lowest point on her back. She moans softly when I spend some extra time there, moving my hands lower, my fingers brushing down her crack and dipping between her legs. I push my thumbs together and press up the line of her spine.

  My cock bobs heavily. The tip wet with oil.

  Mia smiles, wiggling her ass a little, her eyes closed in bliss.

  I know she feels me growing hard. I can’t say I’m deliberately trying to rub my length over her skin. I can’t say I’m not either.

  “Feel good?” I ask, my hands squeezing her waist.

  Feels fucking great to me.

  “Mm.” She nods a little. “So good. I’m so relaxed.”

  “Good. Turn over for me. I want to do your front.”

  Mia flips, stretching out on her back and smirking when our eyes lock. Her hair creates a dark halo around her.

  “I bet you do,” she says through a chuckle.

  “You being cute?” I ask, watching her smile grow.

  “Yep.”

  Her confidence is precious. It’s deserved too. I want to do a lot to her front.

  I don’t waste any time. I reach for the bottle again and this time, pour the oil directly onto Mia’s skin, over her perky tits and lower, where I know she’s growing wet.

  With a shuddering exhale, she gazes down her body. Her eyes roll closed when I begin kneading her ample flesh.

  “Ben,” she gasps, arching off the bed. Her legs jerk beneath me.

  The pressure of my touch increases. My cock lengthens another inch. It’s throbbing now. I fight the commanding urg
e to stroke it.

  Not yet.

  The longer I touch Mia’s breasts, the harder I become. I try and distract my mind by forcing my hands to other parts of her.

  I rub her shoulders and her biceps. Her wrists and fingers. I move to the side and work my hands down her legs.

  She makes quiet, approving noises when I rub her feet. I stay there until I’m mad with lust and my cock is no longer dripping oil, but cum.

  I need to take her soon.

  After several minutes of focused massage, I’m back to my obsession. I pour more oil over her body and drizzle some onto my hand.

  She’s so slick now. Puddles pool in her cleavage and the dip in her throat. Her navel. Her skin glistens exquisitely.

  I squeeze her right breast between my hands, manipulating her flesh, rolling her nipple under my fingers before giving the other one equal attention. I press the two luscious mounds together and push them higher. Oil drips down her neck.

  Her breathing quickens and she starts to tremble and pant. The seal of her thighs grows tighter.

  My discipline evaporates.

  I reach down and stroke my shaft, spreading oil over myself and rocking into my fist. My stomach clenches. I let myself moan.

  “Ben, please,” Mia begs, reaching with needy fingers, grasping at my thighs and staring at the leisurely pace of my hand. She wets her lips. “Please.”

  I shift us both and spread her legs, lifting her hips off the bed and impaling her in one brutal thrust.

  “Oh, God!” she yells. Her hands reach out blindly above her head, seeking anchor.

  My entire body shudders. A deep, trembling moan vibrates in my chest.

  “Mia . . .”

  I gather her against me so she’s no longer on her back, but clinging to my body instead, her legs wrapped around my waist and her fingers in my hair, tugging as I lower her.

  An inch. She gasps, moaning when I lift her and start again.

  More, half of my length inside now. Then the rest.

  Her head hits my shoulder with a whimper.

  We’re both slippery from the oil, but my cock is coated in Mia’s desire. I can feel the difference, her warmth on my shaft as her pussy grips me. The walls of her sex pulsating and growing wetter.

  “You feel so good,” I whisper, digging my fingers into her hips and bouncing her steadily in my lap.