by Emily Minton
She looks into my eyes, searching for the truth. “I know you’ll always love me, but will you always want me?”
“Always,” I whisper as I lean down and place my lips on her. “I’ll want you until I die.”
“How can you know for sure?”
I shake my head at the frustrating woman. Running the backs of my fingers down her cheek, tipping her chin up, I meet her tear stained eyes with mine before taking her lips in a gentle kiss. Moving my fingers from under her chin, I cup both cheeks in my hands, holding her lips to mine. She’s stiff as a board, but I’m slowly coaxing her out of her shell. Keeping every move gentle, I kiss my wife like she’s the most precious thing in my world, because she is. If only she could see what I see.
Finally, she releases the breath she was holding and melts into my body. Her sweet little tongue sneaks between her lips, and the tension I didn’t realize I was holding eases away. I lean into her further as my tongue meets hers. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pushes up on her tiptoes to deepen our kiss. My passion meets hers, and all of my thoughts are focused on proving how she affects me. I rub my hard cock into her, pulling a gasp from her lips.
“Feel that, baby? You do that to me,” I say while I kiss my way down her neck to her shoulder. “Only you,” I confess before licking the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet.
“Will…” she breathes.
“Hmm?” I murmur against her skin, my lips, teeth, and tongue teasing every inch of her neck while I deftly reach behind her to release the zipper of her dress, leaving it gaping in the back, so my hands come in contact with her smooth skin. Becca slowly starts to unbutton my dress shirt, rubbing her fingers over my chest. I release the tie at the back of her neck, letting the soft material of her dress pool around her feet, and my girl stands there in nothing but her lingerie and heels. My cock throbs with want. Her arms circle around her middle, and her chin falls to her chest.
“No, don’t you hide what’s mine from me,” I command, pulling her arms away from her body. Her eyes swim with tears again, and it nearly brings me to my knees. How did it get to this point? How did I not notice how insecure she was about her body? Fuck. I feel like a tool. It’s my job to make her feel beautiful, treasured, but somehow, someway, I failed her.
Her bottom lip trembles as I take it between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth before she can react further. I kiss her passionately while I release her breasts from her bra. My fingertips run down her spine, and she shivers under my touch. Stepping away from her enough to finish taking off my shirt, I look around our surroundings. Not really adequate for what I have in mind, but I’ll make do. I lay my shirt out on one of the worktables then pull Becca back into my arms.
I kiss her fiercely, putting every ounce of love into it. She pulls away, gasping for breath. I take advantage and kiss my way down her body, circling her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth then dragging my tongue down the silky skin of her stomach. Becca sucks in her breath. “Will?”
Hooking my thumbs into her panties, I pull them down her thighs while I continue to kiss down her stomach, the scar from her c-section stark against her milky skin. “Please, Will, don’t,” she pleads, trying to back away from my touch, but the workbench stops her retreat.
“Don’t. Becca, you are gorgeous. I don’t know what the fuck you see when you look at yourself, but what I see is sex on heels.”
“There is nothing sexy about stretch marks and scars.”
I gently run my lips across the scar that is proof of how our youngest came into the world. “This? This is the sexiest fucking thing ever. It’s undeniable proof of our love and life together.”
I can tell she wants to argue, but I’m done with that shit. I quickly stand and lift her onto the table, my shirt protecting her bare skin from the rough surface. I take her lips again, punishing her negativity with my kiss. Pushing her knees wide, I free my cock from my pants and step between her legs. Grabbing her behind the knees, I pull her ass to the edge of the table and tease her folds with the head of my cock.
Becca’s head falls back, and she moans softly. “More please.”
I sink into her pussy slowly. “I love the way you feel around my cock,” I murmur. “So hot and wet. And mine.”
I drag my cock out inch by inch, not rushing us to the finish line. No, I’m worshiping her body, relishing how perfectly we fit together. I capture her nipple between my lips and lave it with my tongue as I continue to drag out her pleasure. Becca’s head falls back on her shoulders, exposing the long line of her neck. I cup my hand around the back of it, resting my thumb just above her fluttering pulse.
“Will, I need…” Her words are cut off when I thrust into her hard, and then they’re replaced with a moan followed by a hissed, “Yes.”
She’s so responsive. I’m barely holding back my release, watching her lose herself to me. I give her exactly what I know she needs, thrusting relentlessly into her tight sheathe. Her pussy clenches around me. “Fuck, baby, you do that again and I’m not going to last,” I warn.
Her eyes meet mine, and she smirks before squeezing me again, taking my words as a challenge and not the warning they were meant to be. There’s my girl, feisty and confident in her sexuality. Not wanting to be outdone, my fingers slip to where our bodies are connected, collecting the wetness there then swirling it up and around her clit. Her breath catches, and her eyes glaze, losing control of those perfect pussy muscles as her orgasm crashes down around her. Her nails scrape down my shoulders, the pain she gives in her pleasure the catalyst to my own release. I bury myself deep, my orgasm almost painful as my balls draw up, and hot jets coat her walls.
Using the hand at her neck, I pull her lips to mine, and we eat at each other, my hips slowly moving in and out of her drenched folds. “Rebecca, I fucking love you. I love this body that gave me three beautiful children. I love everything about you.”
“I love you too, Will.”
Chapter Nine
Jenny
I lean my chest into Reed’s as I watch all my family and friends having a good time. “This has been the perfect day.”
He wraps his arm around me before resting his forehead against mine. “It has. I got my girl to say I do, good food, and cold beer. What more could a man want?”
“Well…” I mumble as I watch Uncle Mattie and Kris stumble back from the front of the shop. They’re both adjusting their clothes and sporting recently fucked hair. “There’s one or two things that might make it better.”
He follows my eyes and chuckles as the pair comes into view. “I could give you that, but then you would have to explain to your dad why you left the party so early.”
I look around until I catch sight of my dad pulling mom into the shop. His hand pats her ass just before they step inside. I close my eyes and shake my head in embarrassment; they’re at it again. This is nothing new, but couldn’t they at least have waited until the reception was over? “I doubt he’d even notice right now.”
Reed jerks his head around just as the door slams shut behind them. “Please tell me that was your mom and dad going inside to get it on.”
What the hell? “Why would you say such a thing?”
He lifts a shoulder, stretching his shirt tight across his chest. “I figure that if they’re still getting it on, after being together so long, there’s a good chance we will too.”
“You did not just say that to me.”
He smiles down at me, the same smile he uses to get into my panties. “Hell, yeah I did. Seeing them together gives me hope.”
“Hmmm,” I mumble before trying to take a step back. “You have no idea what it’s been like with the two of them sneaking off every chance they get.”
I’m teasing, but a part of me is serious. Mom and Daddy are still as affectionate as they were when they got married, and I realize that is a wonderful thing. However, when your high school principle catches them making out in the locker room, when they should have been ch
aperoning the Valentine’s dance, it can be embarrassing.
He cocks a brow before asking, “It’s been bad, huh? You’re parents being in love and all, I’m sure it was shit.”
His words cause me to flinch because I know I caused pain. Reed’s parents divorced when he was barely more than a baby. He rarely saw his dad growing up. On the few occasions he did, his mother would throw such a fit that it ruined any time he and his dad had together. “No, it hasn’t been bad.”
“It’s awesome that they still love each other so much, after all these years. That’s how I want us to be. I never want either one of us to forget how we feel today.”
I tighten my arms around him. “I’ll do my best to make sure we feel the same way when we’re old and gray.”
“You know how to make that happen?” he asks as his body starts to relax against mine.
“How?”
Leaning down to whisper in my ear, he says, “Smile at me every time you see me, tell me you love me every day, and give me head as often as possible.”
I turn my head, placing my lips next to his. “I can do that.”
Chapter Ten
Jase
“I hope no one saw us come in here,” Julie murmurs against my lips as I run my hands over her ass.
I don’t know, and I really don’t care, but I’m not telling her that. “I’m sure they didn’t.”
“I just don’t know if it’s a good idea to do this right now. Remember how mad Jenny got when we got caught at her dance, and we were just making out? Just imagine how she’ll react if we get caught having sex at her wedding reception.”
I start working the zipper on the back of her dress, touching her skin as I pull it down. “She’ll get over it.”
“I think it’d be better if we didn’t get caught,” she says as she wiggles out of her dress.
“We won’t,” I promise, leaning my head to lick the swell of her breast.
Walking backwards, I lift her and sit her on my desk; the same desk that marked the end or our relationship, and the same desk that started our new beginning; the one my father once sat at, and the one I’m now proud to call my own. “Fuck, baby. You look beautiful today.”
She pulls away from my mouth and lifts her hand to cup my cheek. “I never get tired of hearing you tell me I’m beautiful, but right now, we don’t have time for that. You need to fuck me quickly, so we can get back out to our daughter’s wedding reception.”
Chuckling, I run my hand up her inner thigh. “I think I can handle that.” Hooking my hand behind her neck, I bring her lips to mine. A sweet pressing of lips turns into a clashing tongues and scraping teeth. My hand travels up her thigh until my fingers meet lace. “Fuck, I love you in lace.”
“Why do you think I wear it?” she asks while I slide my fingers under the delicate scrap of material, then with a jerk, it tears away from her body, and I throw it over my shoulder.
“Easy access?”
“Dammit, Jase…” Her complaint is lost in a harsh intake of air when I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Nothing comes between me and my pussy.”
I pound my fingers into her, cupping her mound so each time I reach deep, my palm bumps her clit. She starts to unbutton my shirt, getting flustered when the little buttons won’t cooperate. With a glint in her eyes, she grabs the sides of the shirt, tugging them apart and sending buttons flying. Her hot little hands run up and down my chest, nails scratching just hard enough.
Our lips meet again, and I make quick work of shrugging out of my shirt and releasing my cock from my slacks. I pull her ass to the very edge of the desk, supporting her legs on my arms, and slam into her hot cunt. The power of my thrusts pushes her off balance, but I catch her before her back can hit the desk and lower her gently down. Her lithe body is stretched out like a fucking goddess. Her full tits bounce each time my cock slides home, drawing my attention to her dusky nipples.
I lay my body over hers and catch one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking it harshly until it’s distended and red, before lavishing the other with the same attention. “Jase… fuck… me…” Her words are drawn out and loud enough I’d be surprised if the wedding party couldn’t hear her. I’m a real bastard because I don’t give a shit if the whole place hears my Julie scream.
The wet slap of our bodies as I fuck into her pussy, combined with her mindless moans, is like music to my ears. Her pussy clenches around me, and I know my girl is riding the edge. Just knowing how close she is drives me crazy. “That’s it, baby. Let it go. You’re going to come so good for me,” I promise.
My thumb finds her clit and circles the sensitive nub, showing no mercy. She grinds herself into me while I work over her clit and pound her pussy like I’ll never have it again. Her entire body is shaking as it desperately seeks release. Knowing exactly what she needs to tip her over the edge, I bite her nipple between my teeth and pull. Her screams fill the room, and her pussy milks my cock for all it’s worth. The familiar tingle at the base of my spine is my only warning before jet after jet of my hot cum floods her already soaked cunt. I slow my thrusts, drawing out our pleasure, as my lips capture hers. Our kisses are languid. All the fevered passion is replaced by soft caresses and gentle licks as our tongues dance together.
After long moments of worshiping each other, I pull away, lifting her body off the desk with me and lowering her to her feet. Her arms come around my waist, and we hold each other a moment longer. When she looks up at me, her love shining through, I drop a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Jules.”
“I love you too, babe.”
We pull apart, and I start to pull my pants from around my ankles when Julie bends over, putting her delectable ass on display. I’m struck dumb as I watch her collect her dress and panties from the floor. She throws a questioning look over her shoulder. She always seems to know when I’m staring at her ass. “What?” I ask, playing innocent. Her eyebrow quirks up, indicating she knows exactly what. “It’s not my fault you have a perfect ass. If you bend over in front of me, you can’t possibly expect me to control myself.”
Her laughter fills the room as she steps into her dress. I make quick work of my pants and grab my shirt. “Zip me?” Julie asks, turning her back to me. I catch the little zipper between my fingers and pull the zipper up as I nibble at her neck. I love the soft groan of disappointment when I step away to put my shirt on.
“Well, this is going to be a problem,” I chuckle when I get to the bottom four or so buttons; well, what use to be buttons.
Julie holds her torn panties up on one finger. “Looks like we’re even this time, big boy.”
I growl before pulling her into my arms and kissing her breathless.
Chapter Eleven
Jenny
“It’s time for the bride to dance with her father.” Uncle Mack’s voice booms from the speaker. “Then, maybe she’ll feel generous and give her old Gramps a spin.”
Uncle Mack and Aunt Angie may not be my grandparents by birth, but they definitely are in my heart. They were the parents my mom and Uncle Bran never had but always wanted. As sad as it sounds, I always thought the day my grandmother abandoned them was the luckiest day of their lives. I’m sure they didn’t think so at the time, but I think they would say the same thing now.
Grabbing my hand, Dad looks down at me with a smile in his eyes. “Come on, Sweet Pea.”
I look to Reed, and he winks at me before turning to Dad. “Are you sure people your age should be dancing? I wouldn’t want you breaking a hip or anything.”
“I’ll show you old, you little prick,” Dad growls out before turning away.
I can’t hold in my laugh as we walk through the crowd. “I don’t know why he baits you like that.”
“Because he knows I won’t whoop his ass.”
Oh really? “Why’s that?”
Dad shrugs, pulling me closer to his side. “You love him, and it would piss you off. I learned a long time ago that pissing you off ain’
t good. I’d rather not bite into a BLT with vanilla pudding on it instead of Miracle Whip, or find my keys floating in your brother’s fish tank.”
“I wasn’t mad when I did those things. That was just for fun,” I reply with a laugh.
“Yeah, it’s worse when you’re mad.”
I smile at him sweetly, hoping to portray the picture of innocence. “I am always an angel, and you know it.”
“Yep, and your name is Lucifer.”
He leads me to the makeshift dance floor as the sound of Lee Ann Womack’s I Hope You Dance fills the space. The first time Dad let me drive his old truck, he took me out on an old dirt road and played this song. He made me listen to every word. He said that’s what he wanted for me; he wanted me to just dance. At the time, I really didn’t understand him, but now I do.
“Do you remember when I taught you to drive?”
Again, he reads my mind. “I was just thinking about it.”
“Do you remember what I told you?”
“You want me to never be afraid of living life to the fullest. Don’t be scared of taking a chance.”
He wraps his arms around me as he start to move to the music. “That’s not what I said.”
“No, but it’s what you meant.”
“When did you get so smart?” he asks.
“Oh, about twenty two years ago.”
He chuckles before placing his hand on the back of my head. He pulls me forward, placing my cheek against his chest. “I’m gonna miss you.”
His remark catches me off guard. “How can you miss me? I work with you every day.”
Not many women would consider working in a garage their dream job, but I do. To me, there’s nothing better than crawling under the hood of a classic car. I inherited my love of automobiles from my father, but I was taught to work on them by Pop. I’m one of those lucky people that wake up every day excited to go to work.
“It’s gonna be different now. I’ll have to share you with Reed.”
I pull my head away from his chest and look up into his eyes. “You’ve been sharing me with him since I was sixteen. The only thing that changed today is my last name.”