Page 78 of Marriage (Red, White &) Blues

Chicken out? I just wasn’t prepared to die, but if he thought he could handle it, I’d show him Gloria Parker was no chicken. Closing my fingers around his shaft, I started to squeeze gently as I pumped.

“Fuck,” he murmured, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. With every stroke I used more pressure. His chest started rising faster and his nostrils flared to let in more air. He grunted and I noticed hisverywhite knuckles. Gloria Kowalski would’ve never been this brazen. Blake made it safe for me to be this woman. His grunts turned to growls. “You have no idea what you’re in for when we get home,” he threatened me. I welcomed it. “Massage my balls or I’m going to cum.”

When I hesitated, he barked, “Glory,do it.”

As other cars sped by us, I moved my hand from his shaft to massage his balls. The change cooled him down just enough to push down harder on the gas pedal, hastening our return home.

I’d never been so happy to turn into our driveway. Once we reached the house, he threw the car in park, cranked off the engine and hopped out of the car, storming around the hood to get to my door. He wrenched it open, yanked me free only to fling me over his shoulder caveman-style and I couldn’t help but giggle stupidly again. When Blake got playful, magic happened. I slapped and kicked my legs, putting up a fake fight.

As he raced up the stairs, Dee called from the kitchen, “Dinner is waiting when you’re done.” Later, I’d remember to be embarrassed. For now, I had a husband to satisfy.

The moment we reached the bedroom, Blake threw me onto the bed. “On your knees,” he ordered. I scrambled to comply. “Hold onto the headboard anddon’tlet go.”

Never. I’d never let go. But oh my God, the moment he touched my skin my body ignited, a blazing inferno of desire. He rolled my bikini bottoms halfway down my legs, twisting the fabric at my thighs rendering me immobile.

“You’re dripping, baby.” He slapped my ass, kneading away the sting. And the next thing I knew he’d suction-cupped his mouth to my sex, tongue-kissing my very,veryhappy spot. My body started trembling. My head spun. There was nothing I could do to slow the momentum of this orgasm. But as I reached the pinnacle he pulled his tongue away—no! Replacing it with his rock-hard erection—yes!

With my legs trapped, the friction stung. I reveled in the pain, because this kind of pain always led to pleasure. “Tilt your ass.” He gave my derriere another firm slap and I tipped it up for him without question. He thrust at an angle, battering my inner walls, exactly as I loved it. My tummy started to dip and I squeezed my eyes shut whimpering. The whimpers built to cries until I completely let go, collapsing onto my pillow with Blake still gripping my cheeks to keep himself planted. When his dam burst, he flooded my valley, and his whole body shuddered.

We cleaned up together in the shower and dressed, stumbling downstairs to the kitchen for bowls of Dee’s beef bourguignon.

A Modelo for Blake and a crisp, hard cider for me, we staggered back into the living room, each of us taking one end of the sofa. With our tangled legs under the throw he pulled from the back of the couch, we vegged out watching National Geographic. Incidentally, this was the best stew I’d eaten since the bœuf bourguignon in France.

As I watched an archeologist unearth a new ancient Egyptian sarcophagus, I thought about hanging out with Lorelei today and Blake showing up to play.

I thought about how stupidly,stupidly, in love I’d fallen with my husband.

And I realized that despite my in-laws, I loved my life.

Chapter Eighteen

On Saturday, we lay in bed lounging languorously. I adored these moments with Blake. Just he and I cocooned in our own little…love bubble? Okay, that sounded incredibly stupid, but I had nothing to replace it with so the sentiment stood.

“You seem settled now,” he said, and his smile did all the things to my heart as well as my parts. All the parts. He still affectedallthe parts. And once again, I hoped these feelings never waned.

“Am I lying in a bed with my husband?” I asked.

“Yes.” His response fluttered through his lips on a sexy, whispered laugh. “But it’s more than that.”

Okay, time to get real. “I wish I had a job. You know, something to pass my time, but I love you. I’m happy here with you… and I’m glad to finally have a friend.”

“You miss Sierra and Pen,” he said as a statement, in what could only be described as the most definite statement ever stated, in my opinion.

“I do. We’ve been friends forever.”

“But Lorelei helps.”

Even as I nodded, I thought about his response. “She does. She’s fun. We have a good time together.” And we did have a great time this past week. Lorelei worked the evening shift, so with all her days free, we found innocent trouble to get into every day.

“I was thinking,” he said, and I moved my gaze back to him, giving him my full attention. “Since you’re settling in now, we need to make this place yours.”

“You want to put me on the title?” I asked in confusion.

Laughing, he reached over to tuck a few thick strands of hair behind my ear. “You’re my wife. The house is yours. I was talking about updating my will, but that makes sense, too. We’ll do it on on Monday.”

“Good. I should get a lawyer, too, now that I have something to leave my loved ones.”

“But I also had another thought.”

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