“Don’t you think if you let me come first, it might clear my head and help me concentrate better.”
“Doubtful, babe, but I’ll consider it later, if my way doesn’t work. Now shut it, while I get mine.”
Her growl of frustration was met by his wicked laugh as he drove up inside her. He loved to torture her by delaying her release, building it again and again before letting her come. Edging, he called it. She loved and hated it at the same time. The teasing was slow torment, still, she had to admit when she finally came, rather when he allowed her to come, that it was spectacular.
As he rode her slow and deep, he took his pleasure of her body reaching around to pinch or firmly slap her clit if she got too close to coming. He pounded into her, groaning with the tightening of her muscles around his cock as she bore down to keep from coming. After what seemed to Angie like an eternity of sensual torment, she felt him tense as his hands curled into the flesh on her hips.
“Please, Sir. I’m begging.”
“Okay, baby, you can come, but for round two you’ll ride my tongue and will have to score ninety-five. If you come again, you’ll take your penalty strokes while strapped to a cross on the main floor, tonight.”
“Done. I’ll do anything.”
“Oh ho, famous last words.” His fingers found her clit and teased it relentlessly as he pumped his hips, sliding in fast and hard.
“May I?”
“Yeah, baby, come for me.”
Gripping the ledge, she let loose, her body quivering with pent up passion at the same time T’s head dropped between her shoulder blades and he groaned his release.
A disembodied masculine voice filled the gallery a moment later. “Interesting training strategy ya got there, buddy.”
“Ohmigod, is that Dex?”
“Morning, Angie,” came the familiar voice laced with amusement. “Maybe we should try this new technique with all our new recruits. Except we’d have to get a few volunteer Dommes from the club since all our new guys are straight. Maybe submissives on their knees would work.” He paused, clearly plotting it out in his head. “I’ll need to give it some thought, but I can see an incentive program working well.” His soft laughter coming from the speakers echoed throughout the room.
“Does he have a reason to be here?” Angie muttered, beyond mortified.
“Good question. Do you have a reason for being here, Dex?”
“When you’re done with Angie, Cap needs to see her. We’ve got another case that needs her expertise.”
T muttered a curse as the intercom went silent. A second later the faint clang of metal doors slamming shut punctuated his exit.
“People on this team have incredibly bad timing.”
“Duty calls. Guess any further torture will have to wait.” Angie’s amused laughter turned into husky moans as her Dom fiancé pulled out, swatted her ass cheeks several times then spun her around. He slammed her up against his chest, eyes glittering with intensity.
“Fuck, duty. He’ll have to wait until you shoot to my satisfaction, which is ninety-five percent as agreed.”
“That may take a while, T.”
His head dropped as his mouth sought hers. When he raised it a few minutes later, she was panting and ready for round two, but not in shooting. Grinning, he slid down her front, spreading the lips of her extremely wet pussy. She heard him murmur eagerly before diving in, “Only if we’re lucky.”
Epilogue
Several years later….
Handing over the keys to the valet, Tony circled behind the car to where Megan was waiting. Gorgeous in a purple gown, eggplant she’d called it, he didn’t give a fuck, all he knew was that it was clingy, sexy and made her look as beautiful as she did on their wedding day. Her hair was swept up high at the back of her head, and to satisfy him because he liked it long, she’d left it to fall loosely down her back in a thick swath of soft, glossy curls. She beamed up at him as he approached.
“Let’s go, boys,” he called to his six-year-old twin sons as he slipped his arm around his wife’s waist and with the other, relieved her of Charlotte their four year old daughter. Dark hair with deep brown eyes, Connor and Caleb were miniature replicas of their father, but Charlie, with her big blue eyes and blonde hair was the perfect beautiful image of her mother.
Tony smiled. In his mid-forties, he was happier than he’d ever been, with the love of his life on his arm and his family complete. Business was good at both Rossi and the club. He had health, wealth and all that he ever wanted.
“What’s that big grin about?”
Tipping his chin downward, he looked into Megan’s upturned face. “I’m happy, Angel.”
She smiled softly, leaning into his side as she hugged his middle tight. “Me too, Captain. More than I ever thought possible. I’m also ecstatic for Joanna’s sake that today has at long last arrived.”
Conversation ended as they rounded the corner of the building and were greeted by friends.
*****
Rick slammed the door on his Expedition with the forgotten gift in hand. Facing front, he paused, his gaze landing on Regan. Standing in the afternoon sun, the light breeze tickling her bright strawberry-blonde curls, his breath caught as it always did despite nearly two decades together. There had been some rough patches in that time, numerous deployments, struggles with fertility, and one long emotional year where he thought he’d lost her. Yet they’d persevered and had come through it stronger and happier than ever.
They’d found endless joy in their son, Justin. An only child, they were okay with that, looking upon him as a precious gift. He smiled as he watched his boy now, talking animatedly with his mother. She nodded at something he said while glancing his way. Their eyes met. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled at him in question. He grinned back at her, shaking his head to indicate it was nothing.
When he was within earshot, he heard Justin say excitedly, “There’s Uncle Jonas, mom. Can I go say hi?”
“Yeah, baby, only don’t run off. The ceremony will start soon and we’ll need to be in our seats.”
“I won’t,” he called as he ran over to where Jonas and Lexie were walking up to the front entrance. “Sensei,” echoed back to Rick as he stepped onto the sidewalk to join Regan.
“He’s got his sensei on a pedestal.”
She angled her head back and smiled up at him. At five feet nothing, his petite wife had to look way up despite her four inch heels. “Jonas might be on the foot of that pedestal, but his daddy will always be at the top. You know the sun rises and sets for him on your shoulders.”
“Mm, we’ll see if that’s still the case in ten years or so when he’s driving and trying to impress the girls. Then I’ll be his lame ass dad who’s embarrassing him.”
“Never! And don’t mention girls.” She put her hands over her ears and groaned. “I can’t bear to think of it.”
He laughed, pulling her against him and bending his head for a kiss. At the last moment, he stopped, his mouth hovering over hers as he asked, “Happy, Peaches?”
“Joyful, Bear. I can’t imagine needing anything more in my life than you and Justin.”
“Love you, baby.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply as he lowered his head another fraction of an inch and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
*****
“Get a room,” Jonas called to his friends as he passed by with Lexie on his arm and Justin at his side. They were headed into the house rather than around back, Lexie being part of the procession.
Beside them the five year old made a gagging sound when he saw his parents kissing. “They’re always doing that,” the boy complained.
“That means your mom and dad love each other,” Lexie told him with a soft smile for her friends.
He turned his wide eyes on her rounded belly, which at eight months along was blatantly pronounced. “Does that mean you love Uncle Jonas?”
Chuckling, Jonas wrapped his arms around his wife from behind, placing both hands o
ver hers where they rested on the shelf made by her distended belly. “That it does, bud.”
He shrugged. “I guess that’s okay for you, but I think girls are gross.” His eyes shifted to Lexie, saying quickly. “Not you or mom, Aunt Lexie.”
“I didn’t think you meant us, sweetie.”
“Can we learn a roundhouse kick next week in class, Sensei?” That was obviously the burning question that had sent him flying over to greet them. As if to demonstrate his grasp of the advanced technique, he leapt in the air as he flung his little boy legs around in a circle. He didn’t quite make it and landed in an inelegant heap of awkward arms and legs on the lawn.
“Justin Spencer,” his mother called. “Please wait until after the ceremony to get grass stains on your suit. I want pictures.”
Jonas and Lexie watched affectionately as he skipped over to his parents.
“Soon we’ll have our own bundle of energy running around the house. Can you believe it?” She stopped with an abrupt yelp. “He’s kicking up a storm today, Jonas, feel.” She moved his hand lower and pressed it against her rippling belly. Their son, which they knew was a boy from the ultrasound, responded on cue with a strong kick against his father’s palm.
“He’s going to be a handful.” He bent and pressed a tender kiss on Lexie’s smiling lips. “I can’t wait, sunshine.”
“Me too,” she answered, lifting up on her toes to deepen their kiss. When they eased apart a moment later, she was breathless. “I better hurry if I’m going to be in time to walk down the aisle ahead of Joanna. I’ve got to pee again.”
“Not surprising.”
She shook her head as he escorted her inside the house.
*****
Sean glanced up as he heard more guests arrive. Mara came out into the hall to greet them before he had a chance. He grinned as he watched her hug a very round Lexie, laughing when she jumped back, the baby apparently having kicked and startled her.
“Daddy! My hair.”
His attention was captured by a pair of bright blue eyes, identical to the ones that stared back at him in the mirror each morning. Aside from that, Rori was her mother up and down.
“Should I ask Mommy?”
“No, sweet pea, I got this.” He righted the floral headband that had come loose from the four year-old’s head for the twentieth time in the last hour, at least. He then lifted her down and she ran out to join her friend Camilla, Dex and Elena’s oldest girl who was waiting for her in the back yard.
Mara came into the kitchen, her gaze directed beyond the wall of windows. “There it goes again.” She shook her head, lips kicked up on one side in an amused grin. “That headband isn’t gonna last through the ‘I dos’.”
Her eyes shifted to him as she drew near.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look in a suit, Lucky?”
“Several times, nightingale. Thank you.”
“Okay, then have I told you how freakin’ hot it makes me when you wear a suit?”
“Now that I haven’t heard since the last time I wore one. If memory serves, we were an hour late for our reservations.” He grinned at her blush, and pulled her against his chest. “If we weren’t hosting this shindig, I’d drag you upstairs and have you prove exactly how hot this suit makes you.” Her arms wound around his neck as he bent for a taste of her lips.
When he released her, she used her thumb to wipe off the lipstick that had transferred to his mouth. “Can you wait about an hour? We can sneak off for a quickie during the dancing.”
“I thought you were looking forward to the dancing.”
“There are other things I look forward to more. Like getting Lucky.”
Not caring who was around, he hauled her up against him and claimed her mouth.
A clearing throat interrupted them. Reluctantly, they broke apart to see Jonas, the bride, and her very pregnant attendant watching them.
“I think it’s time,” Lexie said.
The couple both stared at Lexie’s protruding belly.
“Not that time!” she corrected with a laugh. “It’s time for everyone to be in their places so we can start.”
*****
Receiving the prearranged signal from Lexie, Elena nodded at her lead guitarist who began to play the acoustic introduction as she turned back to Dex.
“That’s my cue to start the show.”
He nodded. She was always called upon to perform at these events and he wondered if he’d ever have her to himself for an entire party.
“Only three songs tonight, mi amo. The bride’s entrance, the recessional, and the first dance. After that, I’m all yours.” She reached up and adjusted his tie. “If I can pull you away from your other two women, that is.”
The thought of how much his little girls loved to dance with their daddy, made him smile. A year apart, his two girls couldn’t be more different. One with blue eyes and light hair like his, the other a brunette with a warm complexion the same golden tone as his beautiful wife’s.
“For you, little light, I’ll hold them to two a piece.”
“Or, they can dance with some of their uncles. Or their grandpa. While they’re occupied, maybe we can sneak off for a few minutes to ourselves.”
“Are you wearing your jewelry for me, little light?” Not many of the mainstream guests present today would ever imagine that Dex had gifted her with gold and diamond nipple and clit clamps for their reconciliation. Meant for long term wear, he more often than not had her wear them for him, when she performed. He told her often that if he had to share her with so many, he wanted something special that would be an intimate reminder of him and who she belonged to while she did. And it worked. Elena having said that the firm pinch of the clamps on her nipples and especially her clit were like a warm hug from him when they were apart.
Her voice softened and she got a dreamy-eyed look. “I’m wearing them as you requested, Master, and they’re driving me insane with need for you.”
“Patience, chiquita. When you’re done performing and I have you to myself, I’ll take them off and lick away the sting.”
“Dex,” she moaned, leaning into him more fully. “How on earth will I sing when my mind is on your wicked tongue?”
“I have no doubt you’ll find a way, gorgeous.” His mouth opened over hers and he devoured her luscious lips, but too soon, the beginning cords of the processional song told them their time was up.
“I gotta go.”
“I know, baby. Go sing.”
*****
Rushing in at the last minute, T handed Angie into a seat on the aisle. The reason they’d been late, her persistent morning sickness. At six months along, it hadn’t abated. In her case, it should have been called morning, noon and night sickness because she never knew when it would strike. He worried, although her obstetrician gave them a good report only yesterday. The baby was growing as expected and the ultrasound showed everything was normal.
Leaving her with a quick getaway should she need it, he stepped passed her, taking the seat between her and Megan. He didn’t flinch the next moment when Charlotte Rossi dove into his arms.
“Daddy!” she cried with excitement, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck and planting a wet little girl kiss on his cheek. Suddenly, she pulled back, her blonde brows bunched together. “Not Daddy.” A second later, she squealed. “Unca T!”
“That’s right, Charlie girl,” he exclaimed with pleasure as he buried his face in her sweet smelling neck and blew raspberries while she giggled.
“Okay, you two,” Angie murmured, half-laughing, half-scolding, “quiet down now. It’s time to start.”
“Did you bring your baby with you Auntie Angie?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” she whispered, trying unsuccessfully to get the child to settle down as the music began to play louder. “But she’s still in my tummy.”
“He’ll be along in a few months, Charlie.”
“It’s a boy?” she asked, focusing only on her uncle’s response and
looking thoroughly crushed. “Too many boys already,” she grumbled, clearly thinking of her two older brothers.
“We don’t know yet, sweetie,” Angie whispered. “We could still be surprised by a pretty little girl like you.”
“Nope,” T said earnestly as his eyes dipped to his wife. “It’s gonna be a boy and we’ll name him Dylan.”
“He’s got a name?” she said in awe, as she touched her hand gently to Angie’s expanded belly. “If he’s got a boy name already, Auntie Angie,” the four year old said sagely, “it’s too late. He can’t be a girl.” She then crawled over her mother onto Dex, who was seated on her other side.
“Unca Dex!” she squealed as she continued her greetings.
T straightened his tie as he sat back, extending his arm across the back of Angie’s chair. Leaning sideways, he placed his mouth near her ear. “Out of the mouths of babes, darlin’. Dylan can’t be a girl ‘cause he already has a boy name.”
“Dylan can be a girl’s name too, you know, T.”
He blinked, not having thought of that. Without warning, Angie sat up straight, her hand flying to her mouth. In a blink, she was racing down the aisle toward the house.
“Want me to go, T?”
“No, Meg,” he said with a sigh as he stood. “I got it.”
“Poor thing.” Megan sympathized. “I was green until my last trimester with the twins. Maybe it will start easing off soon.”
“That’s what the doctor keeps saying. Still, she goes right on puking.” He then followed in his wife’s wake, catching a glimpse of the bride as she came out of the house.
*****
Walking out on the dais set beneath a flower draped arch in Sean and Mara’s backyard, Peter Davis took his place with Tony Rossi, his longtime friend and best man, by his side. He then turned, and with great anticipation, awaited the first glimpse of his bride. A long time in coming, he was giving Joanna what she’d always wanted, the wedding of her dreams.
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