That was one for the record books, as I had a knee on each game, while he took me from behind. We both shot balls around, and through my legs, our tries getting more erratic the closer we came to well, coming. I won, but just barely.
Right now, we’re playing Strip Mini-Golf. He’s better at it than me, which is why he’s only lost one shoe. I’m down both shoes, and my top, but it’s far from over.
“I like the bra, Vixen.”
“Thanks,” I say, looking down at the overflowing demi-cups of my lace bra. “I have a reason to embrace my sexy lately.”
“As long as the reason’s me, I wholeheartedly support that.”
He misses his shot, and flings his other shoe off. “Fishing for compliments?”
“Always. My ego needs the boost.”
“No, it really doesn’t,” I tease, and then curse, when I miss my next shot.
I can take off my skirt, leaving me bare, because he stole my panties when we were fucking, or I can take my bra off. Haring’s watching me with dark, and heated eyes as I decide. I go with the bra, tossing it at him.
“I can’t wait to fuck those again.”
“Me either.”
I manage to keep my skirt—barely—by forcing myself to concentrate on the rest of the game. Haring’s got his red boxer briefs on, but nothing else. We could do some kind of tie-breaker, but we call a truce instead.
“Ready to get wet, Vixen?”
“Your abs are on display, which means I’m already wet.”
“Fuck.”
“Okay.”
We take the big staircase down one level, instead of using the elevator. Once we’re inside the doors to the water park, I look around in awe. I’ve seen it already, but it’s still just as impressive the second time around. The slides, and toddler play areas are cool, but it’s the rest that inspires my awe. The lazy river, and the wave pool look so damn real, they almost make you forget they’re indoors.
“What’s you’re pleasure?” Haring asks, standing behind me as he plays with my nipples, and thrusts against me.
I answer without hesitation. “The wave pool.”
“Good choice.”
He turns it up a notch, we each shed our last piece of clothing, and then we wade out, going far enough that we can’t stand without water covering our heads. We swim against the tide, taking us a few minutes to reach one of the side ladders right in the thick of things.
I grab tight to the ladder, and we wait for the current wave to wash over us. Once it’s calm for a moment, Haring thrusts into me. His legs wrap around mine, so his feet can grip the ladder as he takes me hard. The waves hit, but we’re both strong enough to only sway from the force, and not lose our grips. It’s sexy, erotic, and fun. As I feel myself coming, Haring propels us out of the water, and onto the ledge next to the pool. He pounds into me as he comes, roaring out my name.
“Sorry, but I didn’t want to come in the pool with it opening this weekend.”
“The only thing you have to apologize for is wearing me out before we got to the bowling alley.”
“No bowling alley tonight, Vixen. I have something special planned for you up there on Saturday.”
“Do tell.”
“Nope. You’ll just have to wait, and see.”
I pout to no avail. He’s giving up nothing, but I can’t help smiling. If his surprise is anything like tonight, I’m going to continue to be one very happy woman.
Haring
Even though Natasha and I are once again in a good place, I didn’t let up on the romantic gifts. Aiden helped me deliver little baubles, trinkets, and movie quotes to her over the past two days. He ribbed me to no end, until Ellie got wind of it, and reminded him that he’s a closet romantic, too.
Today is the grand opening, and I have one final gesture for her. The big one I may not need any longer, but since she inspired it to begin with—and she deserves it—I’m going through with my plan.
She walks into my living room in a black dress that’s all lace above her collarbone. It’s sheer with polka dots, along with some flowers and stars, ending in a little white pointed collar at her throat. The rest of the dress is solid black, with one of those flirty skirts I love, ending several inches above her knees. I can’t wait to flip it up, and sink into her, but that has to wait for now. Her hair is in a ponytail, and her bright red lipstick is like a homing beacon to her luscious lips.
“Beautiful as always.”
“Thank you. You look very handsome in your shirt.”
I smile, because it’s just a plain t-shirt with “C&C Fun Center” stitched over the chest. Nothing special, but I know she’s being serious, because she’s told me she loves me in t-shirts.
“I really want to kiss you, but we need to get to the opening.”
“Kissing me usually leads to us getting to the opening,” she teases.
“Out,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Later?”
It’ll be sooner, rather than later, but I agree. “You know it.”
When we arrive at the center, the lot has already started filling up. I keep Natasha’s hand in mine, even when people want to shake mine, or try to pull me away. I’m happy to fist bump with my other hand, and if they want to talk, they can talk with her next to me. We’re a package deal.
I have to let her go as we stand next to Matt and Reina, preparing to open the doors. She claps along with everyone else, but her smile is just for me. This is it. I’m apprehensive, but confident at the same time.
We open the doors, and watch the people rush in. My staff guides them into elevators, where they’ll be let off on different floors. Theoretically, each floor can hold around 1,000 people, but that would be wall to wall craziness. It’s better to split them up, and let them enjoy themselves.
Lots of pictures have to be taken before I can get Natasha into the private elevator in my office, and it makes me a little crazy, because I want to get her upstairs. She smiles when I push the floor for the bowling alley, and I smile back.
“My surprise?”
“Your surprise.”
We weave through the crowd to the Adults Only Bowling Lounge. It’s almost full in here, but the lane I reserved for us is waiting. The employee guarding it nods at me, before walking away. The shoes, champagne, and chocolate covered fruit I ordered are just where they should be, and Natasha claps her hands a little when she sees them.
“I’m not exactly dressed for bowling,” she tells me.
“Not a problem.”
I press a button on the ball return, and a set of clear walls descends around us, and the lane. She looks at me in wonder. “Haring?”
“Remember when you said you’d like me to fuck you at the bowling alley?”
“Yes.”
“The glass here is one way. All they can see on the outside are the videos being played on the other side, because their side is a giant screen that wraps around us.”
“But, we can see them.”
“Yes.”
She’s on me, then. Kissing, me, and pushing me onto one of the plush benches I designed with her in mind. I help her pull my shirt over my head, and she kisses her way across and down my chest, leaving her lipstick everywhere.
I’m not ashamed to say I just lie there, and let her have her way with me. It’s hot as fuck to watch her lose herself to her lust, and I’m definitely not complaining. Still not complaining as she drops to her knees, and takes care of my jeans. I lift up, so she can pull them down, along with my briefs, but this is her show, and she’ll let me know when she’s ready for my participation.
She pets my cock, and gives it little kisses all over. It’s driving me insane, and she knows it. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as they meet mine, and I can only smile back. My patience is rewarded when she slides her mouth down, taking me deep.
“Babe.”
She plays with me for several minutes, alternating between licks and sucks, before climbing onto my lap. “Fuck me,” she says, rubbing h
er wet panties over my cock.
“Nope.”
“What?” she asks, trying to pull away.
I pull her pack, and kiss her sweetly. “We make love, Vixen. It’s always making love now, no matter how or when I take you. Understand?”
“Yeah, I understand,” she agrees with a smile. Standing, she slides her panties down her legs, before positioning herself over me once again. “Now, make love to me, Haring. Hard, like we both like it.”
I move my cock, so it’s lined up right, and slide home. “Oh yeah.”
She begins to ride me as I hold her hips and meet her moves with my hard thrusts. I know she loves watching everyone around us, and knowing we’re doing this amongst them. She’s so damn wet, and my balls tighten as I see the pleasure on her face.
“Do you think they know what we’re doing?”
“Maybe. Probably. When we leave, and you can barely walk, they’ll know. They’ll know I fucked your pussy so good, and hard.”
“It’s so good.”
“Yeah, it is. You’re so tight around me. So fucking tight, it makes me lose my mind.”
I start moving more erratically, as I try to keep my orgasm at bay. She’s close, but not close enough. I need her to come.
“Play with your clit, babe. Like when you let me watch. Play with it, and then come for me while I fill your pussy up.”
Her hand disappears under her skirt, and as I watch it move, my balls fill to bursting. I’m not going to hold out much longer, but then she’s there. She’s screaming out my name as she takes my cock as deep as humanly possible. It’s what I need. It’s all I need, because I’m thrusting so hard I think my cock’s going to break off as I spill my cum into her.
I don’t stop. Even when I feel like if I keep going, I might pass out, I don’t stop coming. She’s right there with me, going over the edge again, and it’s all I can do to hold onto consciousness.
“What was that? Haring, you have been holding out on me, and I am not okay with that.”
“Me? You practically fucked my cock off right now. I’m not even sure how it’s still attached to my body.”
“I thought there was no more fucking.”
“I thought so too, but I don’t know what else to call what you did to me.”
“I’ll kiss yours better if you kiss mine.”
“Deal.”
We laugh, and kiss while we try to recover from what we did to each other. I may have to permanently reserve this lane, or make it a shrine to Natasha’s pussy. No, not a shrine, because no one else needs to know how perfect it is. I’m definitely going to reserve it, though. I don’t want anyone else in here, but us.
“I think I can walk now,” she tells me, getting to her feet.
“Then my work here is definitely not done,” I say as I use my regained strength to pick her up, and bend her over the bench.
“If we ever break up again, I’m keeping your cock in the separation settlement,” she says, as I thrust into her.
“Only if I get to keep this pussy.”
“We’re never breaking up again.”
“Never.”
Epilogue
One month later
Haring
Tonight’s a bittersweet night. It’s the last formal event Tim Jones is hosting as Vice-President. He has a few months left in office, and I know he’s happy to be moving on to his passion project, but I’ve never known him as anything but a politician. He was a Senator when I met him, and then VP, and even though I’ve seen him in casual clothes all the time, the memories of him in his suit, representing our country, will always stay with me.
Natasha had her group counseling session at the Foundation last night, so she flew in this morning. I haven’t had a chance to see her, as she’s been busy being primped and pampered, along with all the other Society women. My sister sent me a text, telling me I’m going to fall flat on my face when I see my woman, and I have no doubt she’s right.
“Did you leave any alcohol for me?”
I turn, and have to grab onto the bar for support. Oh yeah, I’m going down tonight, and I don’t mean falling to the floor. The femme fatale is back, and damn, she’s as gorgeous as ever. Natasha’s been mixing up her style, but retro glam is what her body was made for.
Her dress is a sleeveless dark teal velvet, covering her in front from her neck to her feet. The fabric molds to her full breasts, and hips, before flaring out on the bottom. But, it’s the sheer fabric peeking at me from where the dress curves in the middle that’s making my cock hard. I know without looking that the back dips low, and showcases that sexy ass of hers. Pair all of that with her red curls, and lipstick, and my woman’s a fantasy come to life.
“There are no words for how amazing you look.”
“Your tux is making my panties disappear.”
“They’re definitely going to be MIA later.”
“I certainly hope so.”
I kiss her, knowing I’ll be covered in red lipstick, and loving the thought of it. It’s become a running joke among our friends, because I’m frequently wearing more of her signature color than she is. Some of the women have suggested she switch to a brand that doesn’t come off, but I shot those blasphemous offerings down fast. I love being known as the man Natasha can’t keep her mouth off of.
“How was group?”
“Good. I talked a little.”
“Babe. You should’ve told me, so I could be there.” I know how hard it is for her to talk about what happened to her, even to me.
“I didn’t plan it, and you can’t always be there to hold me when the memories make me sad.”
“Where else would I be?”
The past month has been amazing. Natasha moved in with me, bringing some of her things with her. We worked with Chloe Griffin on the rest, merging her girly style with my masculine one. Our place is home now, for both of us.
We’ve also merged our lives together seamlessly. During the week, when I work at C&C, we have lunch together, and on the weekends, she hangs out at the Fun Center with me. It’s more than I could’ve ever hoped for, but still not enough. Which is why I asked Tim if I could steal the spotlight from him tonight, for just a few minutes.
“You two look stunning,” Heather Ford says, kissing us both on the cheeks. Aiden’s mom is still close to his dad, even though they’re divorced.
“Thanks, so do you,” Natasha tells her.
“This seems to be where the party is,” Tim says, coming over to greet us.
“It’s not a party until you start dancing, so the rest of us can too.”
“I’d hate to keep everyone waiting to dance,” he says, giving me a wink, before grabbing his long-time boyfriend, and making his way to the dance floor.
When the music starts, Natasha turns to me with an eyebrow cocked. Tim asked for them to play a song from her favorite movie, because I requested it. I just smirk at her, and lead her out to dance.
“What are you up to, Haring?”
“This,” I tell her, dropping to one knee. She covers her mouth, and nods, when I pull the ring box from my pocket. “I love you, Vixen. I will always love you, and I’ll always keep trying to deserve you. Please say yes this time.”
“Yes!” she cries, as I slide the ring on her finger. “I love you too, and you deserve me. You do, so I want you to stop talking like that.”
“Is that going to be part of your wedding vows?”
“Maybe. Will it be a deal-breaker?”
“Nothing’s going to break this deal, Vixen. Nothing, and no one. You’re stuck with me.”
“Good thing I love you then, huh?”
“The best thing.”
We kiss, and I finally register the cheers from our friends, but I have one more surprise for her. My family is in this room, and so is hers. There was no way I could do this without them. I pull away from her, and turn her around.
“Mom? Daddy?”
“Congratulations, Natty. You have a fine young man here,” her fath
er says, pulling her into a hug.
We came here to see them a couple of weeks ago, and I visited him yesterday, asking for his permission to marry Natasha. There were some tears from both of us, as we talked about this woman we both love, and he said he couldn’t think of anyone better to marry his daughter.
Her mother hugs me. “You take care of our girl.”
“I promise.”
As Matisse, Aiden, Jake, Isa, and everyone else surround us, I know everything that happened to me is what brought me here. A few months ago, I thought I was losing all that defined me, but I wasn’t. This right here is everything I could ever hope for, and more. Family, friends, and most importantly, love.
Coming Soon
Look for Sully’s book, Brash Company, coming in September!
Acknowledgments
Thanks to my daughters, for loving me no matter how much I annoy you sometimes!
Helen Williams, because you always make my covers better than I can even imagine they’ll be!
My monthly lunch friends, who give me a chance to get out of the house, and have fun talking about writing and life for a couple of hours:
Sylvia Day, Rosemary Willhide, Gwyn McNamee, Beverly Preston, Verlene Landon, Sam ND Hunt, Mary Leo, Mareta M. Miller, and Jamie Rae!
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And to my readers. I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t reading the books!
About the Author
Crystal Perkins has always been a big reader, but she never thought she would write her own book, until she sat down and did it one day. She lives in Las Vegas, where you can find her running author events and selling books at conventions when she isn’t reading, buying too many Sherlock t-shirts and LulaRoe leggings, or finding a place to put all of her Pop! figurines. In 2016, she won the Creative Initiatives Award from Romantic Times for encouraging literacy, and also the Community Advocate Award from the Clark County School Librarians Association. A mac and cheese connoisseur, she travels the country looking for the perfect version, while attending book conventions and signings as a cover for her research. The Griffin Brothers, Corrigan & Co., and the Society Girls series are all international best sellers, and she’s thankful to the readers who made that happen.
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