by AC Netzel
“That’s bullshit. I love him.”
“I know you love him. And I know he loves you. I swear, I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t sure you want to be with him. But I know you, Allie. Don’t marry him if you don’t want to marry… but at least give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s your forever.”
God knows, I love my best friend but she can be a royal pain in my ass when she’s right.
“What if forever’s not forever?” I ask.
“But what if it is?” Her brow lifts.
“Maybe I’m not his forever.”
“He wants to marry you. You’re his, Al.”
“I’ll think about it. You may have a slight point.” Time to change the subject. “He looked really hot holding the baby.”
The easiest way to get Julia’s mind to switch gears is to talk babies.
She laughs. “Told you. Men and babies.”
“Yummy,” I say, completing her thought.
She nods and we giggle together like we did when we were crushing on boys in middle school.
Ben and Vince join us by the front door, with a packed up crib and assorted other kid crap. Joe has attached himself to Vince’s leg.
“Joe, detach yourself from Uncle Vince. It’s time to go,” Ben tells him sternly.
“Can I hold on to your leg?” he asks.
Ben laughs. “Sure bud, when we get home.”
“What do you say to Aunt Allie and Uncle Vince?” Julia asks Joe.
“Thank you for watching me.”
“Anytime, kiddo,” I tell him.
“Later alligator.” Vince fist bumps him.
As they’re walking out the door, I stop Julia and whisper in her ear. “Oh Jules, you may want to check inside your son’s backpack. He shared some interesting stuff with us last night.”
“Okay,” she says, oblivious, then catches up to the rest of her family.
I’d pay a thousand bucks to see her face when she finds those coins.
~o0o~
I lean against the closed door and drink in Vince’s spectacular ass as he walks back into the living room.
Round. Perfect.
Must bite.
Rock hard muscular body, filthy mind, and a kind soul. He’s all man. And right now, I want all of that man inside me.
One thing I like about our relationship is when it comes to the physical stuff, neither of us dances around our desires.
There’s no beating around the bush.
Well, sometimes there’s that.
With a soft black suede flogger. And my perfectly coiffed bush.
God, I love toys.
I slip off my oversized T-shirt and drop it on the floor. Sauntering into the living room in a red satin bra, I reach the couch, and stand in front of Vince who’s reading the newspaper.
“Ahem,” I clear my throat.
He peeks over the paper then lowers it completely. His gaze travels up and down my body and he raises a brow.
“Subtle, baby,” he jokes.
Subtlety doesn’t get you laid.
“Do you want to kiss me? Because I’d really like you to,” I ask, batting my lashes in that flirty way that gets his dick from half-staff to fully hoisted ‘God Bless America’ in seconds.
“That… and more.” He stands, placing his index finger under my chin, lifting it up and presses his lips against mine. His tongue slides in my mouth, twined with mine. Warm. Sexy. Heavenly. “I missed fucking you last night,” he murmurs against my lips.
Some women might find that statement crude.
I think it’s pretty.
“Nothing’s stopping you now.” My fingertips lightly graze the smooth silk edge of my bra. “This damsel’s in distress. Only Sir Rod can save me.”
He slips his hand down the front of my shorts, sliding my underwear to the side then presses a finger with an unhurried, sensuous stroke across my wet slit. His touch is luscious.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He plunges his finger inside me. “Oh baby, I can get you wetter than that,” he murmurs.
“Prove it,” I dare.
I giggle as he removes his hand from my shorts, swoops me off the floor, slings me over his shoulder then smacks my ass hard.
“Owww,” I complain with a little smirk. “Do it again.”
He slaps it once more. My ass stings, but doesn’t hurt. Good stuff.
We enter our bedroom and he unceremoniously drops me on the bed.
“The bed?” I raise a sly brow. “So old-fashioned.”
Truthfully, there’s nothing old-fashioned about any move Vince has ever graced upon me. I swear the guy should write a manual.
“Show me what you got, Cowboy,” I say, admiring the impressive outline of his hard-on straining against his sweats.
“I’ll show you mine,” he mutters in that deliciously dark, sexy tone that drives me wild, “if you show me yours.”
This ain’t kindergarten Show and Tell.
A smile curls up from my mouth as I arch my back slightly off the bed and unsnap my bra.
He shakes his head. “All the way off.”
Gliding the satin bra straps down my arms, I watch him lick his lips. His gaze is intense, burning into me… well, exclusively on my tits.
I don’t blame him. I have spectacular tits. Vince has an entire folder in his cell phone dedicated to my boob selfies. I keep a duplicate copy to admire my work. I lay topless and turned-on before him.
“Tit for tat,” I tell him.
I mean that literally. There’s an incredibly hot tattoo of an eagle’s wings that spans across his chiseled chest.
Still standing in front of me at the foot of the bed, he grabs the bottom of his T-shirt, pulls it over his head, and drops it on the floor.
“Do it,” I coax.
He chuckles and flexes his pecks a few times. Magnificently male.
Without him asking, I wriggle out of my sweats, pulling my underwear along with them. I’m not dragging this out anymore. I’m tingling all over and my pussy’s getting impatient.
He stares down at me, his gaze leisurely travels up and down my naked body. I arch my back slightly, sticking out my chest. I know Vince… the closer my naked body is to him—the faster his pants fly off.
Pretty confident that’s a scientific fact for most men.
“Your turn,” I tell him, jutting my chin in his crotch’s direction.
He grabs the waistband of his sweatpants and lowers it just enough for the tip of his dick to pop out and peek around. A thrill runs through me. I love his dick. It’s gorgeous. Hard, thick, meaty… and mine.
“Don’t tease me, you bastard. I want all of it,” I demand.
He smirks, pushing down his sweats and steps out of them until he’s completely naked.
“Is this what you want, baby?” He grabs his erection with his right hand and strokes it up and down.
At the moment, what I want… is to be your right hand.
“Slow down,” I tell him. “Don’t waste your energy on a money shot. I want all of you.”
“You want me, you got me,” he murmurs as he climbs over my body, spreads my legs, and licks my sensitive clit. Over and over. Swirling his tongue masterfully, deliberately taking his time.
I close my eyes and wriggle beneath him. It’s the best kind of torture and so fucking divine.
“Mmm, baby,” he moans. “Your vagina is delicious.”
Cracking an eye open, I smack his shoulder. “I swear to God—I’m never sharing a sex story with you ever again.”
He looks up at me amused, my arousal glistening on his lips. “The fuck you’re not.”
Vince insists I disclose my past ‘sex with other men’ stories to him. Over and over. They get him insanely jealous… and get him off.
“Use your tongue,” I order. “Not your words.”
~o0o~
After an hour of incredible sex… we lay in bed, post-coital, staring at the reattached and often used sex swing hanging from the ceiling.
“Vince, you have some serious skills. I need a cigarette after that.”
He chuckles. “You don’t smoke.”
“I may need to start.”
“You had to be an acrobat in another life,” he says.
I laugh, nuzzling in closer and breathe him in. He smells like masculinity and sex. My favorite combination.
“You bring out the bendy in me,” I tell him.
“And the orgasms.” That’s his personal pat on the back. He deserves it.
I nod. “You’re excellent at that.” The guy is a freaking oral magician.
He pulls me into a hug and kisses my forehead.
“You were really good last night,” I tell him.
“I’m always good, baby,” he murmurs.
I roll my eyes. “That’s not what I meant. You were good with the kids.”
“They’re easy kids.”
“I heard your conversation with Joe.”
He chuckles. “That kid sure knows his dinosaurs.”
“Not about the dinosaurs,” I pause and inhale a quick breath. “The other thing.”
“Oh,” he says, with a tense edge to his tone.
I turn to my side, resting my head on my palm and face him.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
He glides his index finger down my cheek and gives me a half-smile. “Yeah, I know.”
“I want this… Us… but…”
He interrupts. “We don’t have to have this conversation.”
“No, I want to. I want you to know that you’re my guy.”
Shaking his head, he frowns. “I know. Where is this coming from?”
“I’m going to say something. And I don’t want you to laugh at me.”
“Okay. I won’t laugh.”
I inhale a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. “I love you and it scares the shit out of me.”
“I know, I get it.”
I frown. “You do?”
“People like us don’t do this.” He waves his hand between us. “But here we are, years into it, and there’s no place else I’d rather be or anyone else I’d rather be with.”
“But do you think sex is what holds us together? And if it loses its luster, we do too?”
“What I know is if we were only about fucking, we’d both be long gone. I fell in love with a smart, beautiful, funny, seductive woman… who drives me crazy, makes me jealous, and who I happen to love to watch strip for me, suck me, and looks so fucking sexy riding my cock. I want to be with you. The whole package. Always.”
“What we have is nothing I ever wanted.” I tear up, taking in a quick breath. “And everything I need.”
He takes my hands in his and stares directly into my eyes, holding my gaze.
“Baby, wedding ring or not, I promise you a lifetime of depravity and debauchery.”
I half-smile. “I promise you indecency and lewdness.”
He laughs, bringing my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
“You know if we ever did get married...” I lift a brow. “I’d probably divorce you.”
“But think of all the ex-sex we’ll have.” He smirks, wiggling his brows.
“Ex sex? Hmm.” I tap my cheek with my index finger. “Taboo. Forbidden. Hot. That’s reason enough to marry and divorce you.”
“See? Marriage has its good points.”
“I could always be one of those domesticated spouses. Baking cakes and shit like that.”
“I’ll lick the batter off your tits.”
“Mmm. Romantic.”
He squeezes my hand. “If that’s your definition of romance, I promise you a lifetime of it.”
“I won’t be twice divorced. So if we remarry, which we both know will happen, and I tire of you, I’ll have to murder you.”
“Not if I murder you first,” he mutters darkly.
“Let’s do it,” I blurt out as my hand flies to my mouth.
“Do it—have sex? Or do it—murder each other?”
“Do it—get married.” My heart is beating wildly in my chest.
His eyes widen. “You want to get married? For real?”
I nod. “Yes. Let’s be truthful. We’ve ruined each other for anyone else. We’re stuck together. Might as well make it legal.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod, grinning ear to ear. “It’s about time I make you an honest man.”
He leans in and kisses me. A soulful kiss that makes my stomach flutter and my heart soar.
And it feels like a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
Vince grins, wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too.”
This man.
This freaking man makes me ridiculously happy. He’s brilliant, kind, slightly insane, and fucks like a goddamn stallion.
He totally gets me.
And completely owns my heart.
About The Author
AC Netzel
My work:
The Casual Rule
The New Rule
The Only Rule
I’m an Accidental Writer, a wife and mother. I found that writing a book was a great way to get out of housework, so I ran with it. I have a sarcastic streak and love to make people laugh.
I like to write about women with a little snark and their relationships with the men they love and the friends they keep. I may seem like a cynic when you first meet me, but truth is I’m a Happily Ever After girl.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Bonus Chapter
About The Author