Page 89 of Deception & Daylight
? You Are in Love - Taylor Swift
The tennis ball flies through the air and Max bolts down the beach after it. Maggie’s hair blows in the breeze, her melodic laughter providing the perfect soundtrack to a perfect day. I rush up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, spinning her in the air. “Put me down you psycho!”
Max returns with the ball and I quickly crouch down to retrieve it then tossing it further down the beach. Lacing our fingers, I bring her over to the picnic blanket we have spread out in the sand and tug her down to sit between my spread thighs, her back resting against my chest. There’s a chill in the air now that we’re well into fall, so I wrap an extra blanket around her shoulders and snuggle in close, lending her some of my warmth.
Maggie’s been in Oak Ridge for a month, but she’s been in my heart for far longer, and it didn’t take long for us to adjust to our new normal. As if he was always meant to be there, Max slotted himself in like the final piece to our puzzle. Every day when I get home, they’re on the front porch waiting for me. Mags with her typewriter, and Max in his spot at her feet.
“How do you feel about a destination wedding?” I murmur, finally giving voice to something I’ve been thinking about for a while.
“Where did you have in mind?”
I hesitate, running my fingers through her long tresses. “Vegas. Next weekend.”
She whips her head around, eyeing me over her shoulder. “You can’t be serious.”
“Baby, I’ve spent the last three years waiting for you to catch up. It’s past time for you to take my last name.”
She tilts her head back, closing her eyes, releasing a sigh of contentment as my fingers massage her scalp. “This is coercion.”
“Maybe. Is it working?” She shrugs, and sweep her hair over one shoulder and kiss the spot behind her ear that always makes her melt. “How about now?”
“You don’t play fair,” she murmurs, her eyelashes fanning out over her freckled cheeks as her mouth parts slightly on a moan.
I nibble her earlobe, and she squirms in my hold. “Am I getting there?”
Before she can answer, Max rushes over, dropping the ball on the blanket. His head swivels as the sound of rustling leaves echoes nearby, then he sniffs the air and darts off towards the footpath that leads back to the inn from our private beach.
Maggie rushes off after him, calling his name, but he continues on towards his single-minded goal, whatever that may be. Running in sand has never been my forte, so it takes me a minute to catch up. When I get there, Max is growling at Ma’s shrubs, and Maggie is crouched nearby, watching the scene play out. The rustling comes again, and Max lets out a loud bark, followed by a whine as he ducks his head to sniff the ground.
Maggie manages to get ahold of Max and secure his lead just as movement catches my eye. The familiar creature scurries out from the bushes, an empty gummy bear wrapper clutched between its tiny humanoid hands. “I told you that would happen,” I say, pointing towards the raccoon with the gummy bear addiction as he eyes his dealer from the porch steps.
“It’s just Bear,” she coos, stroking her palm along Max’s back.
“You named him?” I shake my head in disbelief. This woman — my woman.
Max growls, andBeardarts around back, leaving the evidence of his misdeeds on the steps. When we return to the beach after our brief interlude, Max is utterly exhausted. I toss him a few treats from the picnic basket, and he settles himself in Maggie’s lap, letting out a contented sigh.
“Where were we?” I murmur, kissing down her neck and over her collarbone, threading my fingers through her hair. “Say yes, Maggie.”
“Yes.”
“Naked and kneeling on the bed,Wife.”
Maggie instantly complies with my gruff command, sensually stripping off the white silk wedding dress I’ve been dying to tear off her body since the moment she walked down the aisle to I Will Always Love You by Dolly Parton.
She bends over in her white strappy heels, gliding the fabric down her thighs giving me a mouthwatering view of her ass from behind, no panties in sight, just as I instructed. She kicks off her heels, and I almost wish I’d asked her to keep them on. “Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful and so fucking mine.”
She glances over her shoulder as she saunters over to the bed, her hips swaying suggestively. One knee hits the mattress, then the other, and I’m left gaping at her neatly trimmed pussy, glistening with her arousal. She turns to face me, on her knees with her hands in her lap. “That’s my wife.”
I walk over to the bed, working open the buttons on my shirt. “Take out my cock.” Her fingers work at the belt before tugging open my fly, working the fabric of my suit pants down my thighs to free my erection. I didn’t bother with underwear — solidarity and convenience. It’s a damn miracle I didn’t pop a boner at the altar before Drag Dolly started singing Here You Come Again. That would’ve been awkward as hell, if not a little comical. Indecency be damned. What’s a Vegas wedding without a little innuendo?
Maggie swiftly brings me back down to earth from my spiraling thoughts as her fist wraps around my length. I should chastise her for taking over, but I don’t have it in me to care when her hand feels so fucking good. “Spit on it.”
I watch the saliva drip from her mouth to the head of my cock, before her hand moves over me from root to tip, lubricating my shaft. I cup her face and pull her in for a sensual kiss, nipping and sucking on her bottom lip as she continues to stroke me.
I pull back, and make my way around the massive king size bed, tugging my clothes off the rest of the way before situating myself on my back in the middle. “Come up here and grab onto the headboard, baby girl. I’m fucking starving.”
I watch with bated breath as she crawls to me like a cat on the prowl, stealing a glance at her ass reflected in the mirror across from the bed. I’m one lucky motherfucker.
