“Trust me, some marriages don’t even have that.” I took her hand again, dragging her along behind me.
Uncle Thomas was already in the living room, snifter in hand. He eyed Isabella up and down before smirking at me. “Your father was just giving me the particulars son. Young lady, do you wish to marry my nephew?” I squeezed her hand to get her to behave.
“What if I say no.” She glared at me and I had to give her points for guts. “Well now, if you say no that would take up considerable time as I’d have to convince you of the error of your ways and that might take a while. On the other hand you say yes, I do the deed and I can get back to my warm den in front of the TV where my marathon reruns of Murder She Wrote is even now playing.” She’ll learn to ignore his quirks soon enough. At least he got it out of his system.
BELLA
I can’t believe this is happening. When I woke up this morning, sure I griped a little to myself about the cold drafty house and a myriad of other things I’ve been stressing over for the past four years. But had I wished this on myself? How can this be happening? Maybe I should ask the kids what they asked the fat guy in the red suit for when they wake up in the morning. Stranger things have happened.
“Don’t we need some kind of license for this?” I thought for sure I had him there, but I forgot I was dealing with a man who seemed to play by his own rules. I thought it was only on TV, and in the movies, that money jumped hurdles and moved boundaries, I guess I was wrong.
“Already taken care of little lady. And it cost me a nice bottle of my finest scotch. I’ll be expecting you to remedy that nephew at your earliest convenience.”
“Seeing as how I got you the last case I think that can be arranged.”
“Oh wait, she needs something blue and borrowed and old and…” His mom ran out of the room mumbling about doing things right and I was finally convinced that I hadn’t woken up this morning and I was still in the dream.
The dream became reality when his uncle said I now pronounce you man and wife and my knees almost gave out. His family actually congratulated us, like this was completely normal. I didn’t know what to do with myself after the nuptials and the toast, which his dad insisted on.
I sipped my fancy water, which was all I could keep down at this point and wondered what was happening with my life. “I have to go check on the kids.” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I needed to think, and I couldn’t do it down there. I should’ve known he wouldn’t let me go alone. He was right on my heels.
“I’m not going to nab them and run. I don’t have a car remember?”
“I want to look in on them too. Do they usually sleep through the night? I don’t want them to wake up and not know where they are.” It was on the tip of my tongue to say something catty, like he shoulda thought of that before bringing us here and holding us hostage, but I didn’t.
We snuck into the room quietly and walked over to Luna. She was fast asleep with her thumb in her mouth. “I used to sleep like that.” He ran his finger over her hair and I don’t know why the simple gesture should touch me so deeply, but it did.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he looked down at our daughter. There was a mix of love and uncertainty on his face and I wondered what was on his mind. Putting aside my own feelings, I had to admit this couldn’t be easy for him either. I can’t begin to imagine what he must be thinking or feeling.
He looked just as I remembered from that night, even better. There were no shadows in his eyes, no haunted look. He was the picture of the quintessential eye candy. His dark hair was still worn short and those eyes, eyes that had peered at me through the dark, were the bluest blue. Just like our son’s and daughter’s.
They’d got all of him and very little of me in the bargain. I guess if I’d searched him out at some point in life it would’ve been easy enough to prove that they were his. Did he always have those shoulders, those arms? Somehow he looked more toned under the obviously expensive sweater than he had that night.
Not that he had been anything less than a ten, but he was knocking hard at ten plus. My face heated when he caught me staring. “You don’t have to look away Isabella, it’s all yours now.”
“What? This is a marriage in name only.” Kind of like closing the barn after the horse was already out, but whatever.
“Think again sweetheart. I haven’t fucked anyone in four years because I couldn’t get you out of my head. Name only my ass. You spoilt me for all others. Just as an aside I should warn you, I have four years to make up for. Think happy thoughts when we go to bed tonight. Then again, from what I remember, you won’t need to.”
And with that the crazy man I’d just hitched my wagon to walked over to the bottom bunk across the room and pulled the blanket higher over our son.
I stood there wondering why his words didn’t freak me out. If I was being honest I already knew. Almost from the first second I saw him in that mall my body was in heat. The whole evening was a script for a cheesy B-movie. I could’ve fought harder, could’ve not taken him home with me, and the kids. But some part of me knew that I wanted…something.
“While you’re doing all that thinking over there, remember, my life has been changed too not just yours. Since we’ve found ourselves in this situation, I suggest we both make the best of it. It might take some time. We have to get to know each other, but if you accept what is, that would make it a hell of a lot easier. I have.”
“That’s the problem, how can you? We just met a few hours ago. Already you’ve taken my kids and forced me to marry you. Doesn’t that strike you as a bit rash and unnatural?”
“No, it doesn’t. Nothing about the way we met, or what happened since then is what I would call the norm. But ask yourself this. What’s the alternative? You’re the mother of my children. By your own words there aren’t that many takers for women with kids. I don’t see you living the rest of your life as a nun, and I’d be fucked if some other man is going to play any part in my kids’ lives.”
“What if I was already married, or dating someone?”
“But you’re not so the question is moot.” He had an answer for everything, and most of it made sense for now, but what about tomorrow after he’s had time to think?
“You said you never had any plans to marry. Why couldn’t we have, I don’t know, shared custody or something?”
“What, with me in New York and my kids here? Not a chance.”
“What is it that’s really bothering you Isabella.”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s the way you’re taking this so calmly. The way you seem to have all the answers.”
“Would you prefer that I rant and rage at you? Not my style. I’m a doer, something else you’ll learn about me. I don’t argue I just do what needs to be done. Let’s go, we don’t want to wake the kids they need their rest. They had a long day too and tomorrow they get to learn that they have a father.”
“Did you ever tell them about me?” Yeah I can just imagine that conversation.
“No, not really.”
“What did you tell them when they asked about their daddy?”
“I lied, I always told them that one day daddy would come home.” Shit, I guess I did wish this on myself. But I only told them that to avoid the hard questions.
I started to head back downstairs not really looking forward to rejoining the family gathering when my hand was caught and I was turned in the opposite direction. “This way.” My heart knocked against my ribs when I realized where he was taking me. I tried in vain to pull back but his hold was more forceful than I thought.
Once behind the door, which he closed and locked, he pulled me around to stand in front of him. “Now, I think…” He pulled my sweater off over my head. “We need to reacquaint ourselves. I figure it’s best to get this out of the way so you don’t spend the rest of the holiday worrying about it.” He dropped my sweater to the floor and walked me backwards towards the massive bed.
Say something Bella
; stop this. My rational mind pleaded but my traitorous body was already igniting. Still, I had to say something. I couldn’t just give in to this. “What are you do…?” His mouth came down to cover mine, swallowing up my words of rejection.
Just that quickly I was back there in that hotel room. Nothing had changed. We were picking up where we’d left off. The same riotous sensations wreaked havoc with my senses.
Then his hands came around my naked waist and I forgot to think. The feel of his tongue in my mouth was so familiar. He wasn’t playing fair either, it’s as if he knew that giving me even a second to think would bring this to an end, so he didn’t give me time to think.
Instead, he pressed my body into the bed beneath his while discarding the rest of my clothes. He reared up once long enough to pull his own sweater off over his head and it was I who reached for him, running my hands up his chest until they clasped behind his head bringing his mouth back to mine.
Where was this hunger coming from? Sure I’ve had urges over the years. Urges that I always ignored because I wanted more than just to scratch an itch. What was it that he’d said? I’d spoilt him for all others? What would he say if he knew the same was true for me too? That even the thought if being with anyone else had left me cold? Somehow I knew that no one else would compare. Or maybe I’d just built that night up in my head to such proportions that it was hard for any real flesh and blood man to live up to it.
His tongue in my mouth cut my thoughts off and I gave in to the feelings. Not like I had a choice. It seems this one man had the power to make me act in ways I wouldn’t normally. All he had to do was put his hands on me and I become a wanton.
I felt his hardness between my thighs and my body answered with wild need. The world tilted as he shifted us around, bringing me to sit on top of him. “I remember these.” His hands cupped my breasts as he gazed at them with a smile.
“I can see where my children changed you, you’re fuller here. Feed them to me.” He looked into my eyes as if daring me and I leaned over ever so slowly until my nipple grazed across his lips. Just his tongue came out for the barest touch, and my skin prickled with heat.
“Did you nurse my kids?” Why was he talking? He’d removed his pants and I could feel the warm heat of his thighs beneath me and something hard, wet, soft, hot, all those things, pressed into my back. “Yes.”
His fingers came down on my clit right where I needed to be touched and I felt like I would explode. “Please.”
“Please what? Tell me.” I shook my head and pushed my nipple back into his mouth. I couldn’t say the words, but maybe I could tell him with my body.
“You have to be very quiet while I fuck you. We don’t want to wake the babies now do we?” What was he talking about? The kids were down the hall. Had I been that noisy that night? My face was on fire with the memory of just how boisterous I had been. Somehow I had blocked that out of my mind.
Even now the soft growling purrs that emanated from my lungs were starting to grow in volume. I couldn’t help it, he was even better than I remembered and that was saying a lot. He ran his hands down my middle until both thumbs converged between my thighs where he tormented my already swollen clit.
My newly reawakened body was like a puppet on a string, following wherever he led. His fingers dipped between us and pierced me so sweetly my eyes closed from the immense pleasure. With the thumb of one hand on my clit and the fingers of the other stroking into me, he fed on my nipple like he was starved for it.
I moved against his hands as I bit into my lip to keep the wild sounds from escaping. But there was no help for it when an orgasm suddenly hit. He dropped my nipple and dragged my mouth down to his as he lifted me and sat me on his cock.
We both held still as if remembering, as if reclaiming something that had been lost. “That scent, I remember it, you’re so wet.” He turned us over then so that he was over me looking down, and then he moved. Merciful heavens. “Ohhhhh.” He filled me completely.
Last time, I remember not being able to take his whole length, this time my body relaxed enough to take more, but still it wasn’t all of him. But what there was of him inside was more than enough.
I was no longer thinking about that night. There were no more excuses, this is what I wanted what I wanted the minute I saw him again tonight.
“Do you remember this? Huh?” He took my mouth before I could answer and drew me down deep into the abyss. I felt those same stirrings. The same overwhelming need for this man and only this man.
As he moved in and over me, I couldn’t imagine how I’d lived without this so long. “You’re cumming already, I like that.” He took my nipple into his mouth and my body flew among the stars. His hand came down over my mouth and the echo of my scream shot around the room.
I didn’t care, didn’t worry about who could hear. In that moment nothing else mattered but that these feelings never stop. “Don’t stop Luca please don’t stop.”
“I won’t baby, I promise.” The way he wrapped his hand in my hair as he pulled my head back, the way he looked down at me as he stroked into me, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
My eyes clouded over with lust and my vision blurred on his gorgeous face while deep inside I was on fire. I didn’t care when his teeth bit into my neck even though I knew it would leave a mark. Didn’t care about the sweet sting between my thighs as he pounded into me harder and harder.
“Fuck; you’re so tight.” He gritted his teeth and pulled out but I knew what came next and was moving into position before he asked. “That’s my girl. You remembered that this was my favorite way to take you.”
He ran his hands between my thighs, cupping me and I felt his teeth nip my ass cheek. By the time he knelt behind me and slid in deep I was already out of my mind. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me…”
My mouth hung open wide as he did. My body felt like it was being split in two, the pleasure pain keeping me on the edge of constant orgasm. “That’s a girl, keep cumming on my cock. Like that.” His hand came down on my ass hard and I screeched as my body gave him what he wanted.
“I’m cumming-I’m cumming-I’m cumming…” It was a litany of unbridled lust and when his hand came around and cupped my breast I pushed back hard taking just a little bit more of his hard cock inside me.
His body shook and I felt him grow between my walls just before I felt the sweetness of his ejaculate inside me. My lungs closed up around the scream that threatened to escape as I felt his seed hit something deep inside me.
He took me down to the bed, his body hard, strong, pressing me down forcefully as he rode out the last of his orgasm and my body convulsed in the most earth shattering orgasms.
11
Luca
I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had in as long as I can remember. I waited for the dregs of the dream but it never came and then I remembered. I didn’t need the dream. My eyes flew open and I looked down at the head that laid on my chest.
It was real; it was all real. I felt like someone who’d crashed after an extreme high, all the events of the previous day coming back full force. My heart felt…strange, almost complete, after living in darkness for so long.
The fire was low in the grate, the room warm and cozy. Outside the window, snow was falling and for the first time in a long-long time I felt the season in the air with something other than dread.
I massaged her scalp to wake her up before turning her onto her back. Last night, I’d had her too many times to count. My dick was raw and yet I wanted back inside her more than I needed my next breath. I had her on her back and was in her before her eyes were fully open on mine.
This loving was slow and tender, nothing like the night’s madness, but it’s what was needed. “Good morning wife.” I buried my face in her neck and fucked into her nice and slow. Only our pelvises moved against each other as I tried to get my whole cock inside her. She was still too small, though her pussy had opened a little more during the night. “I’m going t
o have fun opening you up wide enough to take my cock.”
She’s so easy, the littlest things get her pussy juicing and my words were no different. “I love the way you respond to me. You’re so passionate, so giving.” I tasted the flesh of her neck between my teeth as she clamped down around me.
Her pussy was hot and tight. Just like the night before that combination had me close to the brink in a matter of minutes. That and the fact that I hadn’t been inside anyone since the last time I had her four years ago.
She’d lost some of her shyness in the night. Now her hands roamed over my back, pulling me to her, her legs came around me beneath the sheets as I twisted my hips just enough to hit her sweet spot.
“Ohhh.” Her nails dug into me as I sped up my thrusts and growled in her neck. I squeezed her just as I felt that sweet rush of release begin in my balls. “Yes…fuck.” If not for our kids and the fact that my parents will be up soon and expecting us to put in an appearance I’d stay in her all day.
She was just as sweet as that first time. I’d done everything to her last night that I had our first night together. When her pussy got sore, I ate her to ease the pain. When she got too tired to ride my cock, I put her on her back and fucked her hard. But nothing beats when I take her from behind.
My thoughts had me racing towards completion.
“Are you close baby?” I needed her to be because every time I get into her my staying power becomes nil. “Cum for me Isabella.” I pressed down on her clit and changed up my hip action, going at her from a different angle until my cock butted against that rough patch of flesh deep inside her continuously.
She really went off like a firecracker then. Her juices ran down my cock and onto the bed and her legs came up to wrap themselves higher around me as she clutched at me with her hands, pulling my head from her neck so she could push her tongue into my mouth. I’ll have to remember that she likes to be kissed when she cums.
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