I grasped onto his shins and curled my hips forward, sliding him nearly out of me before pressing my ass back toward his hips and feeling him fill me again. It was a pleasure unlike any other to have him slide into me, to take up all the available space and fill me with his manliness. I stroked him with my pussy, riding him, gaining speed until I felt him grumble below me. There was only so much of this he could take before he took control again, and I smiled. I wanted him to take control. I wanted him to pull me back and grab my legs, holding me in place, and fuck me where I lay.
Nick did not disappoint me. Suddenly, he sat up, wrapping his arm around me, and pulled me back. Turning sideways on the couch, he lifted one leg and curled around me. One hand kneaded into my breast, and I turned my head to lock my lips onto his. His hips moved and he plunged deeply into me, and I cried out into his mouth. Hungrily, his tongue slid into mine, and they danced together while he pulled his cock nearly out of me before driving it back in again. It was so deep inside me that I could barely stand it, and I grasped onto his arm, my nails digging into his skin.
He began a rhythm then, his cock pounding into me from behind as we lay on our sides, and I held on to him with one hand and the couch with the other. The world faded away as the only thing left was our bodies melding into each other, his cock inside me, filling me, claiming me, owning me. My pussy wrapped around him, clenching him, holding him, pleasuring him. My body sung with passion as he grunted and groaned in appreciation of me.
When he pulled out of me, a pouting sound slipped between my lips, and I stuck out my bottom lip. He laughed as he turned me over onto my back and climbed between my legs. When he brushed the head of his staff through my folds, the pout turned into a wide smile, and I grinned up at him. He matched the smile and positioned himself. I wrapped my hands around his muscular biceps and waited. When he plunged into me, it was stiff and strong, but measured. There was more than carnal desire there. There was need. There was eternal want. There was love.
He curled down into me to place his lips across my neck, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. Nick engulfed me, hid me from the rest of the world with his large frame, his muscular back protecting me even from the light of the room. I brushed my face into his neck and took in the scent of his skin, the taste of his sweat as he rocked into me deeply, fully.
The tension was building again, and I let my legs rise to wrap around his hips, crossing at the ankles behind him. With every thrust, my heels slapped against his ass like I was driving him to go harder, faster. Nick needed no such instruction. He gained speed with my increasing sounds filling the room around us again. As he fucked me, I let go of my inhibitions, my need to stay quiet in that moment, on the couch. I let myself be free to him, open to him, loud in my appreciation of him.
As if a switch flipped in him, his hands grasped my hips and his body rocked harder into me. One leg slid off the couch and steadied himself as he sat up, his muscles rippling in effort as his cock slammed into me over and over again. I let my eyes trail across his chiseled frame and then down to my core where his thick rod slid in and out of me. I watched it there for a moment before his thumb came into view. It found my clit and swirled just once, and my vision filled with spots. My body went from an impending slow crash to a sudden harmony of pleasure, eradicating everything else in favor of the coming climax. I cried out and sucked wind between my teeth. My fingers grasped at him, pulling him, begging him to fuck me harder.
A rumble began in Nick’s chest and turned to a roar. He was slamming into me impossibly fast, our bodies slapping against each other, and his cock slamming into me. I felt the uncontrolled orgasm wash over me, tingling every inch of my skin, and I bucked hard. Suddenly, Nick went still as he came hard, his cock emptying into my waiting, pulsing pussy, milking him for every drop until he collapsed on top of me. I kissed his neck and shoulder, my body still shaking and vibrating and humming from the climax that still rolled through me. When it finally finished, I was spent, exhausted, and breathless, and I curled my arms around his neck as he sank onto me in bliss.
A while later, Nick rolled off the couch, and I giggled as he flopped over onto his back. He reached up and grabbed me, pulling me down on top of him as I squealed and pretended to protest. It was all for show. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms every minute of every day. I kissed him as I landed on top of him, then pulled myself up to look down into his face.
“I love you,” I said.
Nick grinned at me and gave me another kiss, making me sigh and melt into him.
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Nick - Six Months Later
Bryn sighed and rolled over onto her back, stretching luxuriously against the sheets. She looked happy and content. And as she lay there, blissful, naked, and about to pop with a baby due in less than a month, I knew I couldn’t wait for this moment any longer.
I was also still naked after a spectacular round of sex with the most incredible woman in the world, but I didn’t care. This was us. It was exactly perfect, because it was just the two of us as we were. I rolled out of bed and dropped down to one knee.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a laugh.
She rolled over onto her side, so she propped her head in her hands, her elbow holding her up. One hand slid around her waist to rub her belly, and I felt like I was the one who was going to burst.
“Marry me,” I said.
“What?” she asked, laughing again.
“Bryn, will you marry me?” I asked.
She stared at me for a few seconds, and tears pooled under her eyes. As they started slipping down her cheeks, she laughed like she couldn’t settle on what emotion she was feeling. She leaned forward and gave me a playful smack on the arm.
“Are you serious?” she asked. “This isn’t a funny joke if you’re just doing this because that was so good.”
“I will not argue with you on that point, but, no, I’m not joking. I am completely serious. I love you more than I could ever put into words, and I want to spend the rest of my life rolling off of beds and couches, drinking coffee with you, and experiencing everything that this world has to offer us. I want to be a family and to enjoy all of it with you. I even want to do all the things I won’t enjoy. I want to be mad, and sad, and sick, and frustrated. I want to do all of those things, because they would mean we were living our life together. So, I’m going to ask you again. Bryn, will you marry me?”
She pounced on me, landing in my lap with her legs around me, kissing me all over. In between kisses along the sides of my neck and all over my face, she said yes. I wrapped my arms tight around her and kissed her back, laughing. Then I leaned back and put my hands on either side of her big belly.
“Did you hear that?” I asked, dipping my head down to kiss the swell. “Mommy and Daddy are getting married.”
Bryn laughed and shook her head. “I don’t think he cares.”
“That’s okay. I do.”
She tilted her head to the side and smiled at me. “Getting your practice in already?”
I swept her up and dropped her onto the bed for round two.
We kept the news to ourselves for the rest of the day. It was nice to be able to revel in it just the two of us, savoring the moment, celebrating, and just enjoying each other. There was no need to pick up the phone and call my family to let them know. The next day was Sunday, which meant we would all be getting together for our normal family dinner.
It would be the perfect opportunity to give them the news. Not only would we all be together, so we would only have to make one announcement rather than go through several rounds of phone calls, but we would also be able to tell them in person and get their reactions. That was one of the many little life lessons I was learning from Bryn. Some things you don’t do over the phone.
Besides, I had a feeling she wanted to have a bit more control over the reveal of our impending wedding than she did with her pregnancy announcement. She still hadn
’t lived that down in the family. Over the last six months, she had become a regular attendee at the family dinners, and every couple of weeks one of my brothers would come up with a way to tease her for the news bursting out of her like it did.
It was all in good fun, and I could tell it didn’t really bother her. She liked that they accepted her and wanted her to feel like one of us. But it would also be good for a change to be able to make an announcement together, when everyone was ready to hear it.
I was particularly looking forward to seeing how my mother was going to react. We all already knew she was more than happy to be involved with the wedding planning. Considering her attempting to plan a wedding for Bryn and me whether we liked it or not, or if we were even together or not, we knew she would be excited. I wanted to see how happy she was going to be.
There was definitely something to be said about a mother’s intuition. We didn’t even have a chance to say we had news to share with everybody before Mom asked what was going on. Bryn and I had been at Quentin’s house for less than three minutes when Mom rushed up and rubbed her belly, talking to the baby boy inside for a few seconds, then looked up at us.
“Alright, you two. What is it? What’s going on?” she asked.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “We just got here.”
She eyed me suspiciously and walked back over to Dad. I looked at Bryn.
“I guess we should probably just go ahead and tell them before dinner. Mom already knows something’s up. If we don’t tell them now, we’re going to end up with her guessing and spilling it herself.”
Bryn agreed and we stood right there on the deck, looking out over our ever-growing family, and told them we were getting married. Just like I expected, everyone cheered and rushed to hug and congratulate us. Mom was the only one who didn’t immediately run forward. She was too busy crying.
“Mom?” I finally said. “What do you think?”
She looked up at us. “I still have all the magazines.”
Bryn burst into a combination of laughter and tears. She was the one who ran forward to throw her arms around Mom.
We didn’t stay at the dinner as late as we usually did. At this point in her pregnancy, Bryn was getting tired much more easily. I wanted her to rest as much as she could. I was planning on taking plenty of time off when the baby came, and she had already stopped working. We would be taking care of the baby together, but that meant we were probably going to be tired together. And there were things I couldn’t do, including finishing up the pregnancy and delivering the baby. She deserved the rest.
When we got back home, I found a note tucked into the doorframe. I read it and laughed.
“What is it?” Bryn asked.
“Gabe’s friend Clint, the police officer, has been keeping an eye on Justin. And he finally got caught. It took all this time, but he finally fell on his face.” I handed her a scan of his police record. “He was trying to fleece an older widow.”
Bryn laughed and kissed me. “You know what? I don’t even care. I’m not mad anymore. I’ve got you.”
The End
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Vince
One of these days, my brothers and I were going to come up with a different way to celebrate winning races. Or console ourselves for losing races. Or celebrate birthdays. Or engagements. Or… pretty much anything in life. We were going to find something else to do rather than gather up at the same old bar and sit around the same old table drinking beer and eating massive piles of heart-clogging food.
I pulled into the parking lot, and before I even opened my door, I heard my other brothers whooping and hollering as they headed across the gravel toward the bar. So, maybe chances of us finding a different way to celebrate were pretty slim. Quentin performed an enthusiastic jump into the air and nearly crashed into the ground at landing. I laughed. I guess it wasn’t so bad to have this tradition.
It all started with our father, years ago, when he was still young. Then he passed the torch over to Quentin, who spent time at the bar socializing. When he took over the racing company for our parents, celebrations for winning races traveled to the well-worn barstools and cozy booths. As the oldest brother of the four of us, that put him in the position of introducing each of us to the bar in turn. As soon as we turned twenty-one, he ushered us in and we became a part of the tradition. Now, with the baby of the family, Darren, integrated into the fold, this was a place where all four of us could spend time together.
Dad didn’t find his way in as much as he used to. He liked to say the bar went with Freeman Racing. It was a package deal. And now that he was all gray hair and grandbabies, he didn’t need to be out carousing with the younger folk. Of course, he was far more salt-and-pepper than he was gray, and most people would be hard-pressed to find people anywhere near his age who had half the energy he did. Besides, he and Mom never really left the company. They might have said they were handing it over to Quentin and retiring, but that didn’t actually happen.
Mom was up at the compound every day, and Dad was there most of the time as well. When he wasn’t, he was most likely still doing something having to do with racing, whether it was working with customers for the custom-bike business he ran on the side or working with Quentin’s wife, Merry, on the next big marketing idea. Merry was a force of nature. She’d blown into the company and instantly made her mark. She’d transformed the company’s image, our popularity, and my brother’s heart.
And sometimes she even managed to lure my father to the bar with us. Good old Gus had a soft spot in his heart for Merry. She surprised him, and he was hard to surprise.
That night he was tagging along as we celebrated a massive victory and our buddy Greg finally being on his way to recovery after a horrific accident crumpled him like a tin can. His description, not mine. It took a long time, but he was finally on the mend, and we could see better days ahead. Both of those deserved plenty of celebration
And for all my waxing poetic about branching out and finding something new, there was nowhere I’d actually rather be.
It felt almost like home here. We knew the place as well as it knew us, and that included Lindsey Trewes behind the bar. Much like us, she was the new generation of a long-standing business. She’d taken it over from her daddy, who’d taken it over from his. She had always kind of been around. My family’d known hers ever since I could remember, and she showed up in the background of a lot of my memories from when I was younger.
That’s the way it was with a place like Charlotte. It was like a big city with the heart of a small town. Too big to really be one of those little bitty places where everybody knew everybody. Too small to be isolated and not run into the same people over and over.
But when it came to Lindsey, it was in a more distant way. I remembered her as being a perfectly nice girl, but she was closer to Nick’s age. They had the same circle of friends when they were younger but weren’t particularly close. That changed when she took over the bar. When she worked there with her father, he kept her mostly to the kitchen and bussing tables. But when she took over the whole thing, she ended up front and center behind the bar. With all our time spent there and the two of them reminiscing about old times, she and Nick ended up thick as thieves pretty quickly.
That meant the rest of us got to know her better over time, too. And I knew her well enough to be concerned when we walked in and I saw her looking angry. I wasn’t even aware Lindsey had the ability to look like that. She certainly never had in as long as I knew her. Usually happy and smiling, at that moment her eyes could have burned through the brick wall.
The tightness of her jaw and angry posture made something twist in my stomach, but I wasn’t sure what it was. I had the compulsion to storm through th
e other people crowding around the bar and find out what was going on. Before I could start over to her, my brothers called to me from our usual table. I sent one more look in Lindsey’s direction, then headed over to sit with them.
“What’s up?” Quentin asked when I sat down.
I shook my head. “Nothing. Hey, Nick, is something going on with Lindsey? She doesn’t look like herself.”
Nick gave a thoughtful frown and shook his head, then looked over at the bar. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to her today. But she hasn’t mentioned anything. I’m sure she’s fine. Probably just dealing with an obnoxious customer.”
He had to be right. Being the owner of a bar and spending every night working behind it would fray anybody’s nerves. But it had to be particularly difficult for a woman in her early thirties. Not that everybody around town was stuck in the past. Most people loved Lindsey and thought she was doing a fantastic job. But there were still the occasional misogynistic jackasses who couldn’t stand the idea of a young woman in her position.
They generally came in one of two versions. Either they were offended by her taking on the role and that offense turned to rage with a bit of alcohol, or they thought she needed a man by her side. There were a few occasions when I’d heard slimy men, usually visitors to the area, suggest she was just too cute and they could tell she was overwhelmed, but they would happily step up and be the man to guide her. After all, if she was going to be truly successful, she couldn’t expect to do it on her own.
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