Page 53 of Searching for Sunshine

“What was everyone’s guess?” Stella asks and everyone goes quiet.

“I said two weeks,” Avery admits. “So y’all held out a hell of a lot longer than I thought.”

“Chloe said a month,” Bennett says. “And I said six months, so I was clearly super fucking off.”

“I obviously guessed two months,” Trent says. “Which means I won.”

“What was your guess?” I ask Everett.

“No offense, Stella, but my bet was that he finally decided to take Miss Eleanor up on her offer.”

I flip him off, and the rest of the table erupts into laughter at that.

“None taken,” Stella says. “Honestly, I keep waiting on it too.”

“Y’all are such a pain in my ass,” I mutter, knowing I don’t mean it.

The waitress brings our order of mimosas and bloody mary’s. As soon as everyone has a drink, Stella grabs her glass.

“Here’s to a lifetime full of booked hotels and busy businesses,” she says, holding her glass up to the rest of us.

“I’ll drink to that,” Avery says, as the rest of us clink glasses.

“Canyou believe our friends placed bets against us this whole time?” I ask Stella as we make our way inside the cottage after brunch.

“No, I’m actually not the least bit surprised,” Stella says with a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess,” I murmur. “But I still think it’s rude.”

Stella shakes her head. “Babe, I hate to break it to you, but have you met our friends? They love giving us shit, and the way you let them annoy you makes you a little bit of an easy target.”

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, enough about them,” I tell her, reaching down to pick her up and winding her legs around my hips. “Can I please fuck my wife?”

Stella smiles at me, and pretends to think about it. “Hmm, I guess I’ll allow it,” she teases, reaching between us to palm my dick through my shorts.

As soon as I step into the bedroom, I toss her on the bed and start tugging my shirt over my head. Stella smiles up at me from her position on the bed, and I reach down to run my hand through her hair before leaning down to press a quick kiss against her lips.

After I kiss her, I push her down against the bed, pushing her skirt up until I can see her pink panties.

I graze my finger down the front of them and smile when I feel how she’s dripping for me.

“Is my wife desperate to be fucked?” I ask as I pull them down. Stella murmurs in agreement.

After teasing her for a moment, I reach into the bedside drawer and grab her vibrator, clicking it on and pressing it against her clit in one quick move. She squeaks out a sound of surprise as I continue to tease her with it.

I spend the next few minutes getting her close to the edge before pulling back until she’s a mess and begging for me to fuck her.

“All you had to do was ask,” I tease, keeping her vibrator pressed against her clit while I push my pants down and slide inside her. I can tell that neither of us are going to last like this, so I push in and out of her fast, groaning as I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.

“Yes, Wyatt, I’m close,” she mutters, and I press the button to make the toy go to the next setting. Stella squeals at the new sensations, and I feel her spasm against me with her orgasm. I follow her over the edge, spilling inside her.

“Shit,” she mutters. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this,” she says with a smile as I pull out of her, smiling as I watch my cum leak out of her.

“Damn, that’s hot,” I mutter before looking back at her. “And I guess it’s a good thing we’ve got forever to find out, huh?”

EPILOGUE

STELLA

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