They are throwing a party for both of us – a “Hello/Goodbye” party. I’ll miss these guys, but I promised that I wouldn’t abandon them. Plus, Tiffney made me a board member, so they are kind of stuck with me.
The music blares around us, sounds of that Canadian rapper needing one dance. I’m moving my body sultrily, knowing he’s somewhere mingling and watching me. Heat licks at my skin and arousal hangs low in my belly. I’m slick between my legs already, loving this game we play. I’m clutching my drink, caressing the stem while I listen to Jordan, one of my – now Tiffney’s – designers talk about an event he has been organizing.
“Honey, you haven’t touched your wine,” Becky notes, gesturing to my still-full glass.
I don’t get to answer her as my husband walks up behind me and grips my elbow, leading me away from the group. He can be so rude at times, but the throbbing of my sex tells me I won’t be complaining in a little while.
“My dick’s been hard for the last hour,” he announces with a whisper in my ear. “All through your handover speech, the only thing I could imagine was my dick between those lips of yours.”
I love how demanding and dominant he’s become. It feeds my baser needs in such greedy ways. I can never get enough of him, yet he can sate me like no other. Not that I’ve ever had another, or he’d even allow that, or I even want that.
“Let’s make it happen,” I breathe, keeping in step with his determined strides.
“Fuck, Crazy Hair,” he curses under his breath, searching various locked doors until one slides open. He hustles us both in and shuts the door behind us. I scarcely get to take the room in, but I recognize that it is one of the conference rooms. I’ve had many meetings here; celebrated many successful events with my team.
And now I’m going to get fucked in it.
Kyle presses me against the door before taking my mouth in a consuming kiss. He reaches around and grabs my ass, squeezing the globes in his hands. My nipples pucker to tight beads and arousal coils between my legs and slithers in my gut making it flip sweetly. Sometimes, I still can’t believe that he’s finally mine.
Two years ago, I escaped what should’ve been my last day on earth – if Claire had anything to do with it (enjoy your twenty-five to life, bitch). Luckily, the universe was on my side and I was able to save myself. Kyle proposed to me that day, despite it being the worst possible time to do it. But timing has never been our friend, so we’ve resorted to making it our bitch.
Exhibit A: There is a party in full swing beyond these doors, yet here we are about to have a private one of our own. Bad timing, but it works for us.
Kyle tosses my untouched wine in the trash while I drop to my knees. He pulls his dick out and I eagerly take it in my mouth, glee making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I slurp him hungrily, sheathing my teeth.
“Goddamn, you’re so beautiful taking my cock like that.”
Who knew my husband would be a filthy talker in the bedroom…or wherever we found ourselves?
I continue laving at his dick, making it sloppy just the way he likes it. When he can’t stand it anymore, Kyle grips my neck and pulls me up. He spins me around and presses down between my shoulder blades so I’m chest down on the large oak desk. He lifts my gray dress exposing my ass and shifts my ruined thong to the side. He drives inside me with no warning, and I moan loudly, my pussy gripping his dick.
“Oh fuck,” he growls, fucking me. “I’ve been craving this pussy all day.”
I take his thrusts, throwing my ass back. My core is weeping, juices running down my thighs. At any point someone can burst in on us and that drives my arousal up a notch. Sex with this man has never failed to satisfy me and tonight won’t be any different.
I’m about to come so hard.
“Fuck, babe, your pussy is gripping my dick like a fucking vice,” he groans, grinding inside me. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” I answer desperately. “Make me come, Daddy.” I’ve never called him that, but it does have a nice ring to it…
Kyle grabs my hair and pulls my head back roughly, forcing me to arch my back and welcome every hard thrust. He reaches his other hand around and starts to toy with my clit, rubbing it in sensuous circles. My body hums with electricity, toes tingling. I’m moaning loudly, a thin layer of sweat clinging to my skin.
Kyle is pounding me with powerful strokes. Color dances behind my eyelids as an orgasm builds and detonates like a timed bomb. I shatter, biting my bottom lip hard so that I don’t scream out like I usually would.
Kyle chases my climax with his own and collapses on top of me, spent. “Jesus, fuck, I love fucking you, Crazy Hair…just as much as I love making love to you.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
We clean up as best as we can, taming my hair into something that doesn’t make me look like I just got thoroughly fucked. Kyle doesn’t care. He loves the just-fucked look on me very much. I’d found that out on our honeymoon to Italy. He’d fucked me just before we took a romantic gondola ride on the canal in Venice.
The gondola ride was one of the dreams we wanted to achieve as he had depicted in Our Big Book of Dreams. We’ve been slowly making those memories and adding new ones since we got married a week after we had our first date; a date that happened after he had proposed to me at the Cape.
As I’d bounded the boat, the gondolier could barely look at me because of how I had looked: just fucked and thoroughly satiated.
Asserting his dominance, is what Kyle called it then.
“Makes my dick hard,” he asserts now, gripping said dick.
“What doesn’t make your dick hard when it comes to me?” I snort, smoothing my dress down. “Let’s go, Daddy.”
“This is the second time you’ve called me that in five minutes,” he muses, snaking his arms around my waist and kissing the sensitive spot below my ear.
“Just trying it out. I’m getting you used to hearing it since someone is going to be calling you that in a few months…”
I let my revelation hang in the air like mist. Kyle freezes, his body going ramrod straight.
“Are you fucking with me, Sav?” he croaks.
I shake my head, tears pricking my eyes. “We’re having a baby, baby.”
Kyle spins me around, searching my eyes for truth. He finds it somewhere in my blue depths and plants a hard kiss on my lips, his eyes dancing with love and joy.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “It’s about to be the Kyle and Savi show…plus one.”
I giggle, full on crying now and echo, “Plus one.”
Kyle – Present
Nine months later
“Hey buddy,” I whisper to my son wrapped in a white baby blanket.
His mom did such a good job, although at one point I thought her head was going to start spinning like that kid in that possession movie. I don’t want to call my wife a demon, but if it walks like a duck…
Satan is now sleeping, and she looks as peaceful as ever. I still love her more than life itself though; even more so now that she’s given me our son, Kylan Astor Moxam. He is already perfecting his cock-blocking skills by performing the ultimate cock-block earlier: deciding that he wanted to make his grand entrance while I was dick deep inside his mother.
I’d just slid home, feeling her walls clench around me. She was so sensitive these days that she started spasming on my cock, already having a climax. As soon as I started to move, I felt wetness and thought I’d unlocked a new level in the Savi orgasm game – squirting. When I pulled out, a gush hit me, and we stared at each other before our words came out in a jumble simultaneously.
“That’s not squirt.”
“I think my water broke.”
Talk about bad timing.
But he’s here now, and it’s better late than never.
Two hours ago, there was a flurry of activity and chaos, family and friends sweeping in and out, fawning over the newest addition to our family. Savi’s mom and her Aunt, Regina, surpri
sed me by crying like two emotional wrecks. The hard-nosed women sure got gooey fast when they saw our son.
I can almost picture him making women melt in a puddle, like a chip off the old block.
“Listen,” I continue to whisper. “I’m going to protect you with my life. I’m going to spend your childhood making you happy, until you find someone like your mom to take over the job. I kind of lucked out, though, since your mom is one of a kind.”
I’m rocking him in my arms and this kid’s eyes are wide open, taking in every word.
“While we’re on the topic of your mom,” I say softly, caressing his soft cheek. “Don’t piss her off, okay? Angry mommy isn’t pretty.”
I look over at her peacefully snoring and pull out my cell phone to snap a picture. Her dark roots are showing through the purple hue and her mouth is slightly agape. She’ll probably strangle me in my sleep, but it’ll be worth it. I didn’t think I could love her any more than I do right now.
“Let me tell you how we met and how we got here,” I say to my son whose rapt attention is on me. “How I fell in love with your mom over Pop Tarts and purple soda. Well, the Cliff’s Notes version…”
I spend the next half an hour talking to my son about my best friend who became my wife, giving him advice that I know I’ll have to repeat in a few years.
“If you fall in love, promise me you’ll tell her…or him,” I express, still hating that I wasted so much time away from his mother. “Whoever you choose, I’ll support you; but promise me you won’t waste your time denying yourself true love. Ten, fifteen or twenty-five years old, you’ll know it when you feel it.”
A love so fierce captured me the moment I heard his cry and I vowed, in that moment, to spend the rest of my life making sure I was always there for him whenever he hurt, whenever he succeeded and everything in between.
The globe necklace I gave Savi when we were eighteen years old glints against the moonlight seeping into the hospital room. She’s never taken it off in the three years since she’s been reunited with it. I stare at her, appreciating the moment for what it is. I could have lost her three years ago, but here she is – strong, alive and mine.
The two people who epitomize my entire world are right here and I couldn’t be happier. How did I get so lucky?
I lay my now-sleeping son down in his bassinet and whisper, “We’re going to play weird, old-timey music from the early two thousands and eras before that. But you’ll love it; because good music is timeless.”
I caress his soft hair, Kylan sleeping peacefully.
“We’re probably going to scar you for life having crazy monkey sex everywhere, including your room.”
I kiss the top of his head, his new baby smell wafting up my nose. Okay, I sniffed my son. Shoot me.
“We’re going to embarrass you, kid,” I confess. “And I can’t wait.”
THE END
Acknowledgments
This book almost didn’t get written. If it hadn’t been for all the voices shouting at me all at once to “get er done!”, Better Late Than Never would’ve just sat in my head like a caged animal wanting to break free.
Firstly, my utmost gratitude goes to Kari. I am so happy you decided to help me get everything right with this novel. Your feedback, even when you were cussing the characters to high Heaven (stupid Kyle!), has made this an amazing novel. Also, once again, you have done it with this cover! I’m so glad you were so patient with me through the changes. Thank you for knowing what I want and getting it done…twice. You’re my sounding board, my forever lover and friend. I love you.
Lynzi Comeaux Nguyen. Girl, with everything that’s happened in the past three years, you’ve been THERE – stalking my ass and making sure I’m okay. You don’t know how much I appreciate you and all the encouragement. You have such a good heart…even in the midst of your losses. Now to see you growing and thriving…you’ve got a forever cheerleader in me.
Raj Billa, my British darling, I always appreciate your honesty and where you steer me. Thank you so much for your critique on this work and for your continued friendship. I love you so much, woman! I’m looking forward to making more magic with you!
Charlie, we’ve been doing this for some years now. Thank you for editing this novel and catching things I would’ve otherwise missed. At the end of each chapter, you cheered me on and grew my confidence that much more for the release of this novel. Thank you so much for that! Also, thank you for the perpetual kicks in the butt. Lol!
Rodre, my friend-Bae. I remember when you first asked me what this story was about two years ago, and I was telling you about it. You got excited about it, to the point where you started discussing the story and you gave me the idea for the plot twist. I kept that twist as my header for two whole years! Thank you for that. Thank you also to my other two friend-Baes, Michael and Camellia, who supported me writing this book and helped me with cover selection.
To the members of Geezy’s Sinful Saints: we’re a small group, but I can count on you guys to make me feel like a big deal! Thank you so much for the support! Special shout-outs go to Doh (Doreen) Focault, Melissa Wilkinson, Susan Reeves Kleist, my Jamaican girls: Petagaye, Okelia and Daidre, who have been so eager about this release that it’s almost given me anxiety just trying to get it into your hands. I hope it’s everything you hoped BLTN would be!
To Give Me Books, thank you for organizing my Cover Reveal and Release Day Blitz! You guys did such an amazing job and I am so flabbergasted at all the support thrown my way through your efforts. I look forward to working with you guys again in the future!
To all the bloggers, readers and friends who have waited, I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long. Thank you for taking a chance on Better Late Than Never. I hope Savi and Kyle’s story meets your expectations and makes you smile as it did me while I wrote it. I can’t wait to torture myself reading your reviews! *insert nervous smile emoji here*
About Ghiselle St. James
Ghiselle St. James is a Jamaican author who has a never-ending love for written thoughts: poetry, song lyrics and non-fiction. She has been writing songs since age 9, and romance novels since she was 13, making her very popular with the boys at her High School. Lol! Ghiselle writes about tough heroines and the men tasked with loving them.
She has been widowed since 2018, works full time, and has a part-time job lecturing, but always makes time for music of all genres, bedroom concerts that sometimes involves twerking, writing, reading and chatting with friends and readers on Facebook.
I pray my passion brings you as much joy as it has brought me. ~ G.
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