The outside view isn’t nearly as breathtaking as the view right in front of me though. Coen starts to walk toward me with those intense strides he’s mastered so well.
I stand up and twist my arms behind my back to try and unzip my dress.
“Let me,” he whispers in my ear, and begins slowly sliding the zipper down the curve of my back. The deep seductive tone of his voice, so close to my skin, causes me to shiver.
He growls in appreciation as my white wedding dress falls to the floor. I step out of it and I turn around to face him. I’m left standing there in my lace bra and panties that are the same color blue as my heels and the ribbon on my garter.
“Fucking hell, Sweet Cheeks.” He bites his bottom lip.
I look down and see his erection straining against his boxer briefs. My eyes trail back up at his body and see the desire in his eyes. I let my fingernails lightly scratch down his hard, tattooed body as I drop to my knees in front of him. He hisses as I slip my fingers under the elastic band of his boxer briefs, tugging them down in one swift motion. His long, hard cock springs free and my mouth begins to water.
“Lex…” My name is a whisper on his breath.
I grip the shaft of his cock firmly with both hands and start pumping him slow and steadily. His head gradually falls back and he moans as I take him into my mouth as deep as I can.
I almost gag but remember to take a deep breath through my nose and manage to get past it. I suck hard as I pull him back out of my mouth. He growls and places his hands on the back of my head firmly. The taste of his precum is salty on my tongue, but I love his taste. It’s such a huge turn on for me to know that I’ve done this to him.
I reach my hands around and grip his ass cheeks hard as I continue bobbing and sucking on his hard cock. I feel him start to tense up and he pulls out of my mouth, then lifts me to my feet.
He pulls me into him for a passionate kiss, the taste of him still on my lips.
“Baby girl, if you kept that up much more I wouldn’t last very long.” He takes a moment to catch his breath before playfully tossing me onto the large, white, king size bed.
I back myself up until I’m closer to the pillows. Coen is standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, in all his naked tattooed glory.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to be inside of you these past three days?”
I look up at him with lust-filled eyes.
“Stop talking, Coen, and get over here.” I curl my index finger in a come-here motion.
“Now, you see, Sweet Cheeks? I’ve played by your rules through all the wedding planning and preparation, all the way down to every final detail. Including your request to not have sex for three days.” He starts stroking himself as he continues to talk, and I lick my lips. “I was more than happy to do every single one of those things for you, Mrs. Walker, but now? It’s my turn to make the rules.” He smirks as he keeps stroking his hard cock.
I fucking love it when he goes into alpha mode and starts taking charge. I bite my bottom lip and nod.
“First, take off your panties. And only your panties. Those shoes and that garter aren’t going anywhere. Do you understand?”
I nod again.
“I want to hear you, Lex.”
“Yes, Mr. Walker.”
He gives me a slow, sly grin and his eyes fill with desire.
“Good. Now do it.” His voice is deep and assertive.
I lean back against the headboard, hook my thumbs into my lace panties and inch by inch work them down my legs that are slightly bent at the knees. Once they reach the tips of my toes I use one foot to kick them, right at Coen. His reflexes are quick and he grabs them in mid-air and holds them up to his nose.
He looks at me with hooded eyes and smirks before tossing my panties to the floor.
“I can smell how turned on you are, sweets, and I fucking love it. Now take off the bra. But take your time. I’m enjoying every single second of this.”
I lick my lips and grin. Using one hand to reach behind my back and the other to keep the bra from falling off too fast, I carefully undo the hooks. The straps instantly fall down my shoulders. I slip my right arm out and then the left, keeping an arm across my chest to hold my bra in place. Once my arms are free from the straps, I take each cup in the palms of my hands and give them a squeeze while holding Coen’s gaze. He bites his bottom lip as I slowly start inching the bra further and further down my breasts. When I’m just above the nipples, I stop. I don’t say a word.
The rise and fall of Coen’s chest is getting deeper and deeper as the anticipation builds. After a very long minute, he finally can’t take it anymore.
“Drop it.”
I decide to tease him. Just a little.
“You said to take my time.” I shrug. “I don’t have anywhere to be this weekend except right here in this nice, big, white, king sized bed. Which is a little cold right now, by the way.”
He lifts an eyebrow at me. He knows exactly what I’m trying to do.
I place one arm over my chest again, blocking his view as I fling my bra in his direction.
“What did I tell you about hiding from me, Lexi?” His voice is stern. “Put your arm down and spread your legs for me.”
“Why don’t you come and do that for me?” I challenge.
Coen throws his head back and laughs. His laughing then turns into a slight growl through his teeth as he pounces on the bed. I squeal and grip the sheets out of reflex. A slow seductive grin spreads across his cheeks before he crawls toward me and takes my nipple between his lips. He sucks on it hard. The slight pain causes me to moan and sends shock waves to the nerves in every part of my body.
“You know better than to tease me,” he says before crushing his lips against mine. His tongue urges my mouth to open and invite him inside. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve kissed like this before. Every single time, it drives us both wild. We’re like insatiable teenagers who can’t seem to get enough of each other no matter how hard we try.
I hope it stays this way forever. I never want to lose this spark.
He starts kneading my breast with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other. This feels so fucking good. The harder he kisses me, the harder his finger rubs my clit. He slides his long middle finger inside and I moan into his mouth.
“That feel good, baby?” he whispers against my mouth, not wanting to break our connection.
I can’t find the words, so I just nod slightly and rub harder against his hand. He reads my body language and slides another finger inside, pumping them in and out in a slow rhythm.
This bed doesn’t feel so cold anymore.
Coen removes his fingers leaving me feeling empty and cut short. I was so close to the edge. And he knew it.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, babe.” He kisses my neck. “I had every intention of taking it slow with you tonight, fucking you every which way imaginable, but I need to be inside you worse now than I’ve ever needed to before.”
He sits down beside me and holds his hands out for me to balance myself as I turn to sit facing him. My legs are now on top of his and wrapped around his hips. His hard cock is resting against my lower abdomen. I rest one arm on his shoulder and run my fingers through his hair with my other hand.
We sit like this for a moment or two, just enjoying the closeness and staring into each other’s eyes. It feels as though we’re having a conversation without words.
I’ll never understand how we know when we’ve found “the one”, but there’s no doubt in my mind, that I have. Marrying this man was my destiny. I feel it with every fiber of my being. He is one hundred percent the other half of my soul.
He rests his forehead against mine and I close my eyes.
“Look at me, Lex,” his voice is soft, but forceful.
I open my eyes to see his beautiful, sea green irises staring into mine. I feel him slide his hand down in between our bodies and grip his shaft. He starts off slowly rubbing t
he head of his cock up and down against my clit. I bite my bottom lip, hard. It’s such a struggle for me to keep my eyes open when something feels this good.
My body starts to heat up and my breathing becomes heavier. I almost can’t take the anticipation anymore.
I dig my heels into the bed and try to get closer to him while still holding his gaze.
“Coen…I…”
His breathing matches mine.
“Say it, Lex.” He teases my opening with the very tip of his hard cock. “I want to hear those dirty words come from your pretty little mouth.”
He pulls back, waiting for me to say it.
“I need you to fuck me,” I pant. “I need you to fuck me so badly right now.”
I fist my hand in his hair and he growls and places his hands on each side of my hips, thrusting hard inside me. He’s so deep in this position. I don’t think I could possibly feel any fuller and it feels so damn good.
For the past three days, I kept thinking I was forgetting something, convinced there was something I was supposed to be doing for the wedding, but I was wrong. The wedding was perfect. Everything went off without a hitch. The thing I felt that was missing wasn’t actually a thing at all. It was the other part of me. It was Coen.
I guess I’ve grown so used to having him around and being able to make love to him any chance we can get that when we gave that up, even though it was only a few short days, I felt…lost. But you know, I think my crazy idea worked. I’ve never felt closer to him than I do at this very second. His cock pulsing inside of me, all the way to the hilt. His hand on my back. My chest against his chest. Our foreheads and noses touching. We’ve symbolically become one.
As much as I want to ride him fast and hard right now, I know that this is a night I want to remember forever. Not just one of our usual quick fucks to get off, but to really connect with each other on a whole new level.
I begin arching my hips back…and forth. Almost allowing him to pull out of me before taking him all the way back in. He places one hand behind my neck and the other on my lower back to guide our rhythm.
“Oh fuck…” Coen hisses and closes his eyes for a split second. “Lex, I’m not going to last much longer, are you close?” He searches my eyes for an answer, and I nod my head. He continues to thrust inside of me as I slide my hand down between us and circle my clit with my middle finger. The faster I rub myself, the harder he pushes into me, eventually sending us both over the edge. It hits us so hard and so fast that we wrap our arms around each other tightly to hold on as we ride out the waves that wash over us.
Once we come down from the high, we lie down beside each other facing the open windows looking out into the night skyline. Coen places a kiss behind my ear and wraps one arm around me, cradling my breast.
“Lex?”
“Yeah?” I say sleepily.
“Do you want babies?”
We’ve never really talked about it before, I guess we both just kind of assumed it was a given. My mind starts to worry. What if he’s asking because he doesn’t want to have kids? This is definitely a discussion we should have had before today.
“I want your babies.” I close my eyes and fear his response.
“Good. Because I want you to have my babies, too. Lots of babies.” He kisses my neck, and I sigh with relief.
“Let’s wait a year though, okay? I’m not ready to share you just yet,” I giggle.
“We’ll see.” He smirks.
That smirk alone could get me pregnant. I laugh to myself.
“I love you, Mrs. Walker.”
“I love you, Mr. Walker.”
Epilogue
Coen Almost 1 year later.
The garage is busy this morning at the track. All three bays are occupied and the guys are working hard. I’m so thankful to have Crash on my team to keep everything running in there smoothly. Tac, Scars, and Deuce’s voices can be heard talking over each other and the radio that’s blaring throughout the garage.
I give Crash a ‘what’s up’ nod as I walk past his office and he returns the gesture as he picks up the office phone and holds it up to his ear. Sulley and his wife, Loretta, are tinkering around the track area, making sure everything looks nice for tonight’s big event.
Lexi and I had been talking a few months ago, about how awesome it would be if we could get a few NHRA drivers and one of the jet cars to come to town for a big show. We thought it would be a great way to bring more fans to the track and potentially bring more customers to the garage, as well.
I don’t know how she did it, but my girl worked her magic and managed to get four NHRA drivers and a jet car for tonight to put on a show before the weekly street car races. Normally we would just sell entry tickets at the gate, but with an event this big, we put a lot of advertising into selling tickets early and it’s majorly paid off. We’re completely sold out. The pits are already full with camper trailers and cars that belong to the racers who’ve driven here from hundreds of miles away.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a little nervous. I have a great team behind me, and I’m really fucking stoked for tonight. It also happens to be the anniversary of the day I started working for Sulley.
Lexi hasn’t quite been herself lately. Every time I ask her what’s wrong, she says she’s fine, but I know better. I guess maybe she’s just had a lot on her mind with trying to make sure everything is perfect for tonight.
I have a bit of time to kill before the racers start practicing and the crowd starts showing up, so I decide to make a pass with my Hellcat. When I walk out to my car, Lexi is sitting in hers talking on the phone. I tap on her window and she jumps.
“Um, yes. Thank you so much for calling.” She quickly hangs up and tosses her phone onto the passenger seat.
I give her a puzzled look. Why is she acting so strange? She hasn’t startled this easy since the whole incident with her psycho ex.
She rolls down her window and smiles.
“Hey, Sweet Cheeks. Who was that?”
“Who was what?”
Is she hiding something from me? This is so not like her at all.
“On the phone, babe. Who were you talking to? You seem nervous or stressed out about something?”
“Oh. That. It was uh…Brea. She wanted to let me know that she can’t make it tonight so I don’t worry.”
I search her face to see if she’s telling me the truth or not. It seems like she is, but something still feels…off. I decide to let it go for now and trust my wife. If there’s something I should know or worry about, she’ll tell me, right?
I bend over and rest my arms on the edge of her window and see that her bright blue racing helmet is lying on the back seat. That gives me a great idea.
“What do you say we go for a pass together, for old time’s sake?” We’re always so busy running the track and the garage now, we never really get time to race anymore.
Her brown eyes light up for a split second and then her smile quickly fades.
“I’d love to.” She kisses my lips softly.
Something is definitely off with her.
“Are you sure everything is okay, baby girl? What’s bothering you?” I brush a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear and search her eyes for an answer.
She opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again. Unsure of what she wants to say.
“One last time would be amazing. Let’s do this.” She grabs her helmet and lays it beside her on the opposite seat.
Wait a minute. What did she just say? One last time? What the fuck?
“One last time, Lex? What the hell are you talking about? You need to tell me what’s going on right now or we’re not going anywhere until you do.”
She looks away for a moment and takes a deep breath.
“I just mean, once we have babies, I won’t be able to race as much anymore, right?”
I place my hand under her chin and gently turn her head so she sees my face.
“Sweet Cheeks, j
ust because we have babies doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to have fun anymore. What kind of crazy talk is this? Where is this coming from? Has my aunt gotten into your head again?” I pull my phone out of my pocket and start pulling up her number. I’m going to put an end to this shit once and for all.
“Coen, wait.” Lexi places her hand over my phone to stop me. “Your aunt hasn’t said a word.” She moves her hand away. “It’s just something that’s been on my mind lately. That’s all.”
I slide my phone back into my pocket.
“Well, quit worrying that pretty red head of yours. The only thing that’s going to change is that, when it does happen, we’re going to be the coolest fucking parents around.” I wink. A smile spreads across her face and she nods her head.
“You’re right. I’m worrying for nothing.”
“Of course I’m right.” I kiss her forehead and she laughs as I walk back around to my car and get inside. I roll down the passenger side window and look over at her. “Ladies first.”
She smirks at me as she rolls up her window and does a small burn out in the middle of the parking lot before she drives into the track.
Fuck, that woman knows how to turn me on.
The street lights are starting to come on in the parking lot and the garage is about to close for the night. The bleachers are beginning to fill up with people and the sound of racing engines echo throughout the pit area.
This. Right here. This atmosphere, with the love of my life by my side, is my home away from home. Lexi won our little race earlier, but only on a technicality. I managed to get distracted by how fucking sexy she looked in her car at the starting line that I jumped the lights too soon. I’m kind of glad she won this time. Maybe it will snap her out of this strange mood she’s been in.
Everything seems to be running smoothly down on the track, so I decided to spend the race up here in my office with Lexi. I can see the entire track and the pit area from the large windows along my front wall and if anyone needs me, I’ll be able to hear my phone better.
Lexi sits at the bar along the windows watching the racers line up for their first passes. She looks beautiful tonight, but then again, there isn’t a day when I don’t find her beautiful. Tonight, though, she seems…different. I can’t seem to shake this feeling that something is up with her. Something’s changed.
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