by Merry Farmer
“Sure,” Joy said with a smile.
Hope blew out a disgusted breath and shook her head. “I’m not going to be able to get the image of what those two are going to be doing out of my head.” She peeked at Chris and Chastity, then flinched as if they were doing it right up against the wall, covered in barbeque sauce. “Ugh.”
Chris just laughed and squeezed his arms around his wife, covering her mouth with his and giving Chastity a kiss that would make even a grown man squirm.
“Eew!” A sudden burst of kid disgust turned into a chorus of giggles as a couple of the little guys who were supposed to be napping stuck their heads around the corner to see what was going on.
“Is he trying to eat her face?” a tiny girl asked.
“No, stupid, he’s kissing her,” a slightly older boy answered.
Chastity broke away from the admittedly over-the-top kiss and turned to the kids. “Hey, it’s not nice to call people stupid.”
“Sorry,” the little boy mumbled. “Can we paint some more?”
Hope leapt up from her chair and crossed to the hallway. “It’s playtime now, as long as you’re quiet.”
The daycare was well in hand, so Chris nudged Chastity, and the two of them made a speedy retreat down the hall and out the back door. No one tried to call them back or question why they were leaving. They’d made that much pretty clear.
“Oh my gosh,” Chastity whispered as they stepped down from the back porch and started across the lawn at a swift pace. “Are we really going home to have sex now?”
“Yep,” Chris answered, then winked at her. “Hot sex. Messy sex. Sex in every room of the house and in every position we can think of. All afternoon.”
“Hot diggity!”
They both laughed, although the laughter was put on pause as they turned enough of a corner to see Denise and Myrna sitting on the front porch. Denise had her head in her hands with Myrna’s arm wrapped around her. Myrna was talking softly to her in a way that filled Chris with confidence.
“Do you really think Denise will be okay?” Chastity asked.
Chris squeezed her hand. “Yeah. Mrs. B. is kind of awesome. If anyone can finally break through to Denise, it’s her.”
As they continued on, the conversation he’d had with Myrna earlier came back to him.
“So, Mrs. B. and I were talking,” he began.
“Oh yeah?” Chastity prompted him to go on.
“Yeah. She thinks really highly of you, you know.”
“I think really highly of her.” Chastity smiled.
That smile left Chris feeling lighter—and hotter—than ever. “Well, the thing is, she thinks that you’re a good influence on me.”
“Me?” Chastity snorted and chuckled.
“She can see, just as I can, that you’re the kind of person who doesn’t let obstacles stand in your way.” He let go of her hand long enough to slip his arm around her waist as they continued walking. “She thinks I could learn something from you.”
“Like what?”
“Like not to give up on my dreams.”
He tested his thoughts before opening his mouth to speak them aloud. Yes, it felt right. It felt like everything that had been happening with him since Chastity had showed up in his life was leading to this moment.
“I want to go back to school,” he said, more confident than he’d felt in years.
“I knew it! That’s awesome.” Chastity threw her arm around him and side-hugged him as they neared the house. “Oh, Chris, I’m so proud of you for going ahead with that.”
“Wait, there’s more.” He paused as they stepped up onto his front porch and turned to face her. “The thing is, I was kind of hoping that you would want to go back to nursing school too.”
Chastity blinked rapidly, stars filling her eyes. “Me? Go back to nursing school?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “You know you want to.” He said it as if suggesting she try out a particularly twisty sex position.
Chastity giggled low in her throat, as if totally turned on by the idea. And the sex position.
A second later, her smile dropped.
“I’d love to, Chris. More than anything. But aren’t we supposed to have babies so you guys can keep the ranch or something?”
His grin widened, and he brushed his fingers along the side of her face. “Only one of us has to have a baby to fulfill the terms of the will, and it looks like Joy and Faith have already got that bit covered.”
Chastity’s face lit up again. “So you and I could be as bad as we want to and not have kids for years.”
He reached around her lower back, spreading his hands against her butt, and tugged her into him, grinding his hips against hers. “Yep. We could have wild monkey sex every day for several years before settling down and popping out baby Chastities.”
She snaked her arms around his back, cooing, “Ooh, I like the sound of that.”
Their mouths met in the middle between them, hungry and eager. She sure did know what to do with her tongue, even if she was still a virgin. And her hands were pretty good at knowing exactly how to tease him. She dug her fingertips into the muscles of his back. Desire flared to a towering inferno inside of him, and as the Amazing Pickley-Wickley began to grow and harden, it dawned on Chris that they’d both be much happier buck-naked.
“Oh, but wait.” Chastity jumped back as he shifted to carry her into the house.
“No. I’m done with waiting. I’ll bang you right here on the porch if I have to wait much longer.”
She laughed and swatted his arm. “If I’m not going to have kids, I’ll need to be on birth control or you’ll have to use a condom. Do you have any handy?”
“Nope.” He took her hand and rushed her inside. “But I’m willing to take the risk of early fatherhood until we can get some. No more waiting.”
“No more,” Chastity agreed and launched into him with gusto. “I’m totally done with being a virgin. Let’s get squishy.”
Yes! At last! Chastity buzzed all over, knowing that now was finally the time. As soon as she and Chris were inside with the door shut, she reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and dragged it up over her head. Walking toward the bedroom, she unbuttoned her jeans and shucked them, stepping out and leaving them there on the floor. Better still, Chris was doing the exact same thing, only walking backwards. By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were both in their underwear.
“Come here, lover boy,” Chastity growled, lunging into him and pinning him against the end of the bureau. She grabbed him around the middle with one arm, hiked her leg up over his hip, and threaded her other hand through his gelled-up hair. The last thought she had as she melded her mouth to his was that she could really do without all that gel in his hair, but hey, at least his important bits were hot and hard against her lower abdomen.
His hands were all over her in an instant. It almost felt like there were more than two of them, more than three. He grabbed her butt, stroked his way up her side to her breast, and cradled her face. All the while, their tongues continued to dance and twine, and they nipped and sucked at each other’s lips. The bald half of her head was strangely itchy, but that only meant it felt great when he raked his fingers against it to reach her hair.
A poof of colorful paint dust feathered down from her head, landing on her shoulder. Chris leaned back, panting. “What do you say we start out in the shower so we can get all the weird stuff out of our hair?”
“Fine by me.”
As soon as he leaned away from the bureau, she slipped her hands beneath the waistband of his tighty-whities and peeled them off. They hung loose, then dropped around his ankles. She couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to get her hands on the prize, so before he could get any closer to the bathroom, she grabbed hold and played with her new favorite toy.
Chris laughed breathlessly and sank back against the bureau, hips thrust forward, Mr. Pickle proud of his newfound freedom. “That feels incredible,” Chris growled.
“Yeah?” Chastity picked up her pace, using her fingertips to stroke up and down.
“Yeah.” His voice was even more strangled. “But keep it up and this will all be over way too soon.”
“Gotcha.”
She backed off, stepping out of her panties and unhooking her bra as she headed for the bathroom.
“Hey, I was going to do that,” Chris complained, following her.
“You snooze, you lose.”
She was bristling with years’-worth of wasted sexual energy by the time they made it to the bathroom. All she wanted to do was play hide the pickle, but she knew there was more to hot sex with your husband than inserting tab A into slot B. Chris turned on the shower, then as they waited for the water to heat up, splayed her back against the shower’s glass wall and let his fingers do the talking.
“I wish you would have let me fiddle with your girly bits before this,” he murmured against her ear as one of his large hands zeroed right in on the aching bits in question. He nibbled on her neck as sensations beyond Chastity’s wildest imagination—and her imagination was pretty wild—flared to life between her legs.
“Water under the bridge,” she managed to squeak out as he rubbed her nub.
“Speaking of water and all things wet.” His fingers slid deeper, seeking, searching, delving.
She gasped as he slid two of them inside of her and tickled her inner walls. “Oh my gosh,” she panted. Her knees threatened to give out.
The only thing she had to grab onto as he pleasured her with those fingers and his lips was a towel rack. A towel rack that she promptly tore out of the wall in a mini shower of plaster as a throbbing wave of pleasure dragged her under. Chris groaned as her muscles squeezed around his fingers, completely not noticing the crash and clatter of his bathroom being torn apart.
“You know what the best thing about a woman’s body is?” he panted as he withdrew his fingers while she sagged.
“Huh?” She blinked at him in post-orgasmic haze.
“You can do that more than once an hour.”
It was like he’d plugged her back in again. Strength returned to her limbs, and she stepped into the shower with him. “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”
“Yes,” he answered, so strong and forceful that shivers broke out along her skin. “I do want to bet. I want to bet that there’s at least a dozen more of those where that came from, and I’m going to find them.”
“You’re on.”
She kissed him, the sensation heightened by the jet of warm water spilling over them. And it wasn’t too shabby to have both of their bodies wet and slippery at the same time. Even more slippery when Chris grabbed the shampoo and they sudsed each other up. The water ran pink and green and blue for a second as paint from her head slithered down their entwined and soapy bodies.
Of course, it was also true what they said about sex in the shower being a whole lot sexier in the movies than in real life.
“Ow, ow, I’ve got shampoo in my eyes.” Chastity winced, flailing, trying to turn her head up to the showerhead.
“Here, let me just…”
She shrieked as the world tipped out from under her. Chris had lost his balance, and the two of them almost went down together. He braced himself against the shower wall, grabbing the spigot at the last moment. Only, in the process he turned the cold water all the way up.
“Cold, cold, cold, cold!” Chastity jumped around the slick shower, hugging herself until Chris could readjust the temperature settings.
“Better,” he sighed at last. He reached for her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her up against the wall. The artist formerly known as Little Chris was still happy, but the mood had lost a bit of its sizzle.
“How about we rinse, repeat, then get out, dry off, and relocate to someplace a little more horizontal,” Chastity suggested.
“Good idea.”
They did just that as fast as they could. Elbows and knees seemed to be everywhere, and the stream from the shower definitely wasn’t big enough for two people.
“What happened here?” Chris finally noticed the towel rack as they stepped out onto the bathmat.
“Orgasm.” Chastity shrugged.
“Gotcha.”
They picked up towels from the rubble and dried off as they retreated to the bedroom. They were both more than a little damp in more than a few places as they flopped onto the bed. Chris rolled Chastity to her back, then took up position wedged tightly between her legs.
“This is perfect,” he groaned, then went to work kissing her like he meant it.
It wasn’t just his mouth—though he was way too good at kissing her like that was the endgame instead of just the trailer. His hands were pretty amazing too. Sure, he was a teacher and soon a graduate student, but he also worked on a ranch. And those light callouses felt pretty amazing against skin that didn’t see the light of day all that often.
“Have I told you yet that you have truly amazing boobies?” he asked, closing his hand around one and shifting to bring his mouth level with the other.
“No, five-year-old Chris, you have not told me I have great boobies yet,” she giggled.
“Well, you do.”
Her giggling morphed into a moan as he closed his mouth over one and began to suckle. Not only did she feel his hot, wet tugging at her nipple, it somehow zinged right to the sweet-spot between her legs. She inched her hips wider, circling her calves around the back of Chris’s thighs.
“How about you just bang me now and bring this whole virginity thing to a satisfying conclusion?” she choked out.
He popped his head up. “What, you’re ready to finish so soon?”
“Um…”
“Sweetie, I haven’t even gone down on you yet.”
Well, that didn’t help the aching in her hoo-haw one little bit.
“Yeah, okay, but, um,” she tried to form an argument, but her brain felt like hot-buttered arousal on steroids. “The thing is, we’ve got all day to do this, right?”
“Babe, we’ve got all of our lifetimes to do this.” The passion in Chris’s voice seeped in and curled up right in the heart of her.
She raked her fingertips down his back and grinned at the way he tensed under her touch. “So you think we’ll be one of those old couples who still does it reverse-cowgirl-style when we’re in our eighties?”
“Reverse-cowgirl?” Chris shifted up so that his face was close to hers and their bodies were nearly perfectly aligned. He grinned and kissed her lightly. “You realize that my view for reverse cowgirl is pretty boring.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She couldn’t help but wiggle her hips to get his important bits closer to where she wanted them. “For me too. I mean, your feet don’t exactly make me want to come all over the floor.”
He chuckled. “I don’t want to know what coming all over the floor would look like for you. We’ve destroyed too much property as is.”
“Right.” She was breathless and every word was harder and harder as he was, well, harder and harder between her. “I guess I’ll just have to come the normal way, then.”
“What, like this?”
He reached down between them with an amazing sense of her personal geography and found exactly the right jutting landmark to investigate. Whether it was his expert, loving touch or the intensity of the moment, for the second time in less than an hour, Chastity whirled apart into an explosive orgasm. It was so much better to have him there with her as she sailed waves of pleasure, so much better than she’d ever imagined to have him be the cause.
She wasn’t completely finished surfing when he dipped closer, kissed her lips, and murmured. “Enough foreplay. Now and forever, Chastity Culpepper, you’re the only woman for me. You’re my wife.”
With all the anticipation and build-up they’d muddled through for weeks, days, and minutes, it came as a sudden shock when he fitted himself into her and thrust. Every sense she had gasped to life as he filled her, stretching and completing. She closed her
eye, wrapped her arms around him, and surrendered herself to the blissful feeling of being one with him, one with her husband, with her soul mate. There wasn’t even a lick of pain. It was all pleasure, perfection.
“I love you, Chastity,” Chris cried out as he thrust harder and faster. “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” she echoed him, but her words of devotion turned quickly to wordless cries that communicated just how much she adored him, needed him, cherished him than words ever could.
It was too beautiful to be a joke, too sacred to be play. The man in her arms, pouring himself out to her, body and soul, was everything. She would do anything for him, support him in every dream he had, run to the ends of the earth to make him proud. Her heartfelt vow only grew in magnitude as yet another storm of pleasure crashed over her, this one in tune to the pinnacle of Chris’s passion. As he came apart inside of her, she held him tight, knowing that she had finally found her home, that they had, at last, found a home together. She wasn’t a virgin and she wasn’t alone anymore.
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I hope you’ve enjoyed Teacher’s Troublemaker. Whew! Those two finally got it together—literally and figuratively. But are you wondering if the boys were able to fulfill the terms of the will completely? Wondering if they were able to raise the money to buy out cousin Travis? Don’t worry! The answers to those questions and more are coming! The Quinlan Quads still have two sisters, after all. Look for Grace’s book, Baker’s Bargain, by Kirsten Osbourne, in about three weeks, and Honor’s book, Scotsman’s Siren, by Merry Farmer three weeks after that.
If you’re hungry for more contemporary romance by Merry Farmer, check out the Second Chances series, starting with the free book Summer with a Star!
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