“I should’ve known we couldn’t have a civil fucking family dinner without you pulling your hoity-toity, holier-than-thou bullshit.” He pushes against the table and shoves his chair back as he grabs my hand.
I follow his lead and stand up. We start to head out the door to leave when Coen stops and turns around at the doorway.
“Lexi does her job better than any man ever could, and having her by my side makes me extremely happy.” He lowers his voice once he notices the baby is almost asleep. “And if you all can’t be supportive of that, then don’t bother coming to our wedding.”
“Thanks for dinner.” I mumble as Coen stomps out the door, my hand still locked in his as we walk to the car.
We get in and the engine roars to life as Coen turns the key in the ignition.
“That wasn’t necessary, Coen. I’m used to other women having that kind of reaction to what I love to do.”
“Fuck that! It was necessary!” His voice seems louder than usual enclosed in this car.
He pulls onto the highway and punches the gas pedal.
“That’s fucking bullshit, Lex.” He lowers his tone. “You’re going to be their family now and family doesn’t treat each other that way. They should be supportive of each other and have some damn respect.”
The trees seem to be passing the windows at lightning speed as Coen flies around the twists and turns of the highway. Almost too fast.
I glance over to his gauges and see that he’s going twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. Normally this wouldn’t worry me. My man knows how to handle his car. But he’s upset right now, and I’m not really sure how clearly he’s thinking.
“Babe, maybe you should slow down a little bit. Don’t ya think?” I try to remain calm, but inside my heart is racing faster than his Hellcat.
“You know the speed helps me vent my frustration, Lex.” He looks over at me and pats my leg.
“Coen. Truck!” I yell just in time as we turn the corner and narrowly miss swerving into the other lane. A horn blares as it zooms past us.
I grip the handle above the door tightly and try to calm my breathing.
“Son of a bitch.” Coen shouts as he slams his hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck.”
He turns onto our street and pulls into the driveway and parks.
“I’m sorry, Lexi.”
We sit in the car for a few moments without saying a word. The sound of our breathing and rapid heartbeats is almost deafening.
I get out of the car without saying a word and head into the house with Coen hot on my heels.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I stop in the middle of the hallway and turn around, looking up to see the worry all over his face. I do my best not to lose my temper. I know it was an accident.
“No, Coen. That scared the shit out of me. I love that you feel the need to stand up for me. But almost getting us into an accident because you are so blind from your anger is not okay.”
“Babe.”
I put my hand up to stop him.
“It’s not worth it, Coen. It’s not just you anymore. That kind of driving has to stay on the track.”
I give my head a shake.
You sound like his mother, Lexi. Cool your jets.
“I’m going to have a shower.”
I walk into the bedroom, still wrapped in a towel and damp from my shower, to one of our favorite movies cued up on Netflix, a bowl of hot popcorn and Coen, stretched out on the bed in a pair of sweatpants.
I can feel Coen’s eyes on me as I walk across the room to the dresser. I pull out one of his old t-shirts that hangs down to my mid-thigh, and slip it on before pulling the towel off from underneath; keeping him from getting any kind of show.
“No.” His voice startles me as it echoes throughout the bedroom.
“Excuse me?” I raise my eyebrows and turn around to see Coen shaking his head.
“You heard me.” His voice now smooth and assertive. “You might still be upset with me, Lex, and you have a right to be. But you’re going to be my wife. I don’t want you to ever purposely hide your body from me as punishment. I am yours and you are mine. Please don’t hide from me.”
I hear the hurt in his voice.
“Coen, you’re being ridiculous. I wasn’t hiding from you; I just didn’t know it was a law that I had to strut in here naked after my shower.” I walk over and grab a handful of popcorn; tossing a few pieces in my mouth.
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
“What?” I ask. He’s being such a weirdo right now. One minute he’s pouting because he thinks I’m still mad at him, which I am, and the next he has this look on his face as if someone just told him he won the lottery.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He slides his hand slowly up my thigh, underneath the hem of the shirt, causing me to shiver from his slight touch. I suck in a quick breath when it dawns on me.
“You didn’t put any panties on yet.” He waggles his eyebrows and grips my ass cheek.
Oh, shit.
“Well, you distracted me with your pouting and those damn sweatpants of yours.”
“What?” He sits the bowl of popcorn on the nightstand and gives me a Cheshire grin as he tugs his pants down until they are resting just above the base of his cock. From the looks of it, he isn’t wearing any boxers. He then sticks his bottom lip out. “You mean, like this?”
I snicker. He’s so ridiculous sometimes. And so damn insatiable. I know exactly where this is heading and I think it’s exactly what we both need. The shower did nothing to calm me; it just gave me more time to think. More time to let their words sink under my skin; which I promised myself I wouldn’t let happen.
He might have scared the crap out of me on the way home, but I feel like it was partially my fault. If I hadn’t drawn attention to his speed he would have kept his focus on the road better.
“Yes, Coen. Exactly like that.”
I reach across the bed to grab a pillow to toss at him, but he’s quick to react and grabs me before I even reach it, and tosses me onto the bed beside him. The t-shirt rides up my torso leaving me completely bare from the bottom of my tits down.
He wets his lips slowly and leans down close to my ear, emitting a low growl.
“I have some bad news.” His voice is a raspy whisper.
What the hell? Bad news? This is no time for bad news.
I look at him like he’s gone completely insane, because I’m really starting to think he has.
“You’re going to have to take another shower later.”
I smirk.
Cheeky bastard.
“Oh? And why is that?” I play coy.
“Because I’m about to make you dirty again.” He nips at my ear lobe sending a shiver down my spine.
We’ve been together for eight months now, and he still gives me butterflies every single time he touches me. And that dirty mouth of his doesn’t hurt either.
“You’re so bad, Mr. Walker. I don’t know if I should marry someone so naughty.” I tease.
He pulls the t-shirt I’m wearing over my head and sucks one of my hard, pink nipples into his warm, wet mouth.
“I’m afraid you have no choice now, Ms. Taylor.” He places his right leg on the other side of me so that he’s now straddling my waist.
“And what makes you think so?” I banter.
The look on his face is suddenly serious.
“Because these lips,” he says, as he kisses me, slow and passionately, “these beautiful, pouty pink lips, are mine.”
“This little special spot here,” he continues as he moves down a little lower and dips his head into my neck, kissing me just beneath my ear, “that causes you to wiggle beneath me. Every. Single. Time. Is mine.”
He cups his hands over my breasts, my breathing becomes a little shallower as my nipples graze his palms; anticipating him to be more firm with them.
“These amazingly perfect, perky, supple tits, are mine.�
�� He takes each one in his mouth, flicking them with his tongue and blowing a slight cool breeze over them. My nipples are so hard they ache.
He kisses his way down the center of my stomach, hovering just below my navel. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before moving even lower; carefully spreading my legs wider with his shoulders.
Coen looks up at me from between my legs; his beautiful green eyes hooded with lust and filled with desire.
“And this tight, beautiful…” he inhales deep again, “delicious, fucking pussy is mine.” He growls as he flicks my throbbing clit with his wet tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
I arch my back and gasp, gripping his hair in one hand and the sheets with my other.
“All yours.” I pant.
I curl my toes and dig my heels into the bed as his tongue slips inside of me a few times and then moves back to my clit. He slides his middle and ring fingers as far in as they will go and curls them up to work that magic spot. The one that makes my legs shake uncontrollably and causes me to come apart so hard that I see stars. Especially when it’s combined with the rhythmic flicking and sucking he’s doing with his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, trying so hard to hold off the inevitable.
“Those sexy, little sounds that escape you…mine.” His deep, raspy voice vibrates again. My heart is about to pound out of my chest.
“Coen…I’m…”
His tongue and fingers start working together even faster.
“Let it go, Sweet Cheeks. I can smell how bad you need to come right now.”
His dirty words are all it takes to send me completely into oblivion. For a moment, my entire world goes dark, and I see nothing but stars as my pussy clenches hard and throbs around his fingers; his tongue still flicking my extremely sensitive clit.
Suddenly my body goes lax. He slowly pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth until they’re clean.
“Every fucking drop of your sweet, delicious juices.” He kisses me, leaving my own scent on my lips. “Mine,” he growls.
I slide my hands into the back of his sweat pants, gripping his ass cheeks and confirming my earlier assumption that he isn’t wearing anything underneath.
“You know what that does to me,” He says, referring to my actions.
“Mm-hmm,” I admit.
It always drives him wild when I grab his ass. He quickly slips off his sweatpants revealing his erection. The sight of his rock hard, magnificent cock has me breathing shallow in anticipation of what’s next.
He lies down behind me and turns me so that we’re spooning. He doesn’t waste any time gripping his long shaft and guiding it into my slick pussy. He wraps his arms around me tight, my breast in his hand, as he curls around me; pumping into me with a slow, steady pace.
He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses my neck while keeping a steady pace. He’s in no hurry and honestly, neither am I. There’s something so poetic, so idyllic, about just enjoying these moments when we’re physically and mentally connected in every possible way. The way he fits inside me so perfectly makes me feel as though a part of me is missing when we’re apart. We’re two puzzle pieces, so uniquely shaped, that there’s no possible way anyone else would ever fit so perfectly.
I feel the heat start to wash over my body as my heart rate intensifies and my breathing grows shallower. I know Coen feels it too when he pinches my nipple with one hand, while rubbing my clit with his other as he emits a guttural growl. Our bodies still simultaneously, and I feel him filling me deep inside.
We lie there for a few moments until our heart rates return to normal. His heart beat complimenting mine.
“I love you so fucking much, Lex.” He slowly pulls out of me and kisses me deep and passionately. “So. Fucking. Much.”
“I love you too, Coen.”
I don’t think you could ever possibly know how much.
Two
Lexi
The morning sun is warm on my face. The birds are chirping and a little family of squirrels are chasing each other up and down the big oak tree at the back of the yard.
I take a sip of my coffee and start tapping my pen on my note pad.
Coen comes outside with two plates full of French toast and bacon; sitting one down in front of me before sitting across from me with his.
I take a deep breath and moan as I take a bite of my bacon. It’s still warm; not too soft but not too crispy, with just a hint of maple flavor. Just the way I like it.
I continue tapping my pen as I eat. I’m supposed to be making a list of everything that needs to be done for the wedding. It’s only three days away, and I can’t help but feel like I’m forgetting something.
“What’s wrong, Sweet Cheeks?” Coen asks before taking a drink of his coffee.
I sigh.
“I need to finish putting the songs together for the church service, and it just hit me that I have no one to give me away. I’m just a little sad, I guess.”
He pauses briefly. A little unsure of what to say.
“Well, we don’t have to do that part, babe. Everyone will understand.”
“I know. But I feel like I still need to. I think my dad would have wanted it that way.”
Coen scratches his head in thought.
“Do you have any uncles or close friends that you could ask?”
I shake my head.
“Only aunts. And my closest guy friend is Josh. He’s already in the wedding party.”
Coen sits his fork down and points at me as he swallows his food.
“That’s it. Josh should do it.”
“But then who will walk with Leigh?”
Leigh is an old friend of mine from high school.
“Josh can pull double duty. And honestly, babe, I think he will be honored. I’ve seen how protective he is of you. Did you know he threatened to castrate me that day we ran into each other at his studio? He warned me not to break your heart.” Coen guffaws. “He might be a few inches shorter than me but I’ll be honest, I was a bit worried he was going to kick my ass right then and there. I thought maybe he was your brother or something.”
“He is like a brother to me.” I smile.
“Then there’s your answer. Call him.”
“I have to go to the post office across the street from his studio later today. I’ll just pop in so I can ask him face to face.
“Great idea, sweets.” He kisses my forehead and lifts my chin with his fingertip. “Your parents will be there in spirit watching over you.”
I fight the tears stinging the back of my eyes and place my pen down to rest on the note pad while I finish eating my breakfast.
“This French toast is delicious.” I stare off into the back yard and change the subject. I don’t want to deal with the pain and hurt because my parents will be missing my wedding. Not right now.
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“Okay, okay. Stop licking me. That tickles!”
“Havoc, down. Get in your bed.” Josh’s voice echoes throughout the studio. I sit up on the edge of the pool table as I wait for Josh to finish with his client’s tattoo.
“You smell like dog slobber now,” he says with a straight face. I stick my tongue out at him and he gives me half a smile. Most people would be offended with a comment like that, but I shrug it off. That’s just Josh. And besides, he’s right. Havoc gets way too excited to see me sometimes.
Josh thanks his clients after they pay him. The bells chime against the door to let us know they’ve left.
“She really loves you, ya know?
“I really love her too.” Havoc’s tail wags so hard it echoes every time it hits the wall. I’m pretty sure she knows we’re talking about her. She looks back and forth between Josh and me. She wants to get up to come back over here so badly, but she obeys Josh’s orders and stays put. She isn’t normally allowed into the main part of the studio.
“So. I have about fifteen or twenty minutes before my next appointment comes in. What’s up?” H
e asks while cleaning up his station and prepping it for his next client.
“I, uh, have a huge favor to ask you.” I sit down on the chair next to his station. “You can totally say no. It won’t hurt my feelings or anything.”
“Lex.” He raises his eyebrows at me with a ‘get on with it’ look on his face.
I take a deep breath.
“Will you do me the honor of giving me away at my wedding?” I scrunch up my nose, nervously awaiting his answer.
“Me?” He seems surprised. “I thought you would have asked Derek before me.”
I look at him confused.
“Derek is Coen’s best man,” I state matter-of-factly. “And besides, he doesn’t get me quite like you do and he hasn’t known me as long. You knew my dad and knew me when he was still alive. I just…it would really mean a lot to me, Josh. Truly.”
“Of course, Lex. I’d be happy to. I’ll do my best to do your dad proud.”
“I have no doubts.” I stand up and give him a hug. “Thank you.”
“It will be an honor. But who is going to walk with Leigh?” he asks, while spraying his chair with disinfectant and wiping it down.
“Um, about that.” I laugh nervously. “You’ll be doing double duty.”
He shakes his head.
“You’re the only one I’d put up with this monkey suit shit for, Lex. I hope you know that.”
I burst into laughter causing Havoc to startle awake.
“You’ll get married too someday.” I playfully punch him in the arm.
His eyes widen like I’ve totally lost my mind and he clears his throat.
“Don’t fuckin’ bet on it.” He’s completely serious.
“We’ll see,” I argue.
Just then Josh’s next client walks in. She’s a tall, leggy blonde wearing a dress so short I’m surprised I can’t see her ass cheeks, fuck-me heels and a man-eating grin. Her arms are sleeved with tattoos and her tits are so outrageously perfect they’re either fake or she’s found the world’s best bra.
“Hi, Joshy,” she says in a high-pitched voice I wasn’t expecting.
I lean in closer to him and whisper.
“Is this Sabina Kelley look-alike your next appointment?”
Don’t get me wrong, Sabina is fucking gorgeous. It’s completely crazy how much this girl looks like her, though.
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