Page 83 of Power Play
That bubbly, effervescent feeling from before assaults my chest and I'm almost laughing so hard tears are threatening.
She shrugs. "I said 'excuse me'. Not my fault she didn't move." She rubs her hand over her stomach and grimaces. "I'm too pregnant for this shit."
I laugh, pull Lacey tighter to me, and kiss the shit out of her. I don't care if we're in public, surrounded by wealthy-types that we want to donate to the cause, because my wife just staked her claim. Lacey, who used to be so passive about other women wanting her men, just body slammed a woman hitting on me with her pregnant belly. That's it. Tonight couldn't get any better. I don't think I could fall any more in love with this woman.
This isn't the Lacey from the cabin, shutting down after a woman flirts with her man. This is Lacey, in all her confident glory, flipping off the world with both hands and staking her claim.
I break our kiss but lead her back to our table. "Finish your drink, baby girl, and then we can get out of here."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. There's nothing I want more than to take you home," I whisper lowly against the shell of her ear.
We down our drinks, say goodbye to the people at our tables and head out, my hand on Lacey's lower back. I catch the glare and promise of a threat in my father's eye on our way out, but there's literally nothing he can do to us.
We're married. And the second those babies are born; we'll have the final piece of the puzzle we need to secure Mom's legacy. He could demand a paternity test, but the criteria on the trust doesn't require one and if we decide we want one in the future, we'll keep the results private. Maybe I've grown up, but those babies are mine, just as much as they are Ben's and Scott's.
I've learned that family is who you decide it is. You decide, and then you wake up every day and choose to love them. It's as simple as that.
I practically drag Lacey to the car, need simmering just beneath my skin. The deep, primal urge to protect her, provide for her, take care of her has been growing every week we've been together, but her possessiveness, her fire, her love for me has the need bubbling up uncontrollably. I can't decide what I want to do to her first - make her come, hold her, tell her how much I love her, or pour her a bubble bath. I've never felt so many conflicting needs at once.
"Thank you, Alan," I say as I help Lacey into the back seat before rounding the car and getting in beside her. My hands instantly find her hips to tug her closer. Her hands reach for my neck to pull me to her, too. Her eyes flash with heat before they close in a wince, and she crinkles her nose. Okay, not what I was expecting.
"Ew," she says, pushing me off of her. "You smell like that woman. What was she wearing, cat piss?"
I snort a laugh before kicking off my shoes. The instinct to solve all of her problems has me stripping before I've even really considered it. My woman doesn't like the smell of my clothes? Off they go.
I shrug off my tuxedo jacket and unbutton my dress shirt before tugging down my pants. But I'm not sure where to put them. The front passenger seat is still too close. I go to roll down the window and throw them out of the moving car when Lacey stops me. "What are you doing!? You can't just throw them outside!"
"Watch me," I say as I wait for the window to finish rolling down.
"That's littering!"
"Oh." I think for a minute.
"Hey, Alan, would you mind pulling over when you get the chance so I can throw these in the trunk?"
"Yes, sir," Alan replies, turning on the blinker and pulling over to the curb. Luckily, we were still in the city and not on the highway yet.
Once he's stopped, I open the door and step out.
"You're naked!" Lacey shouts from inside the car, but I can't help but laugh. My cheeks have hurt all night from how much this woman has made me smile. I need to get with the guys and do something special for her.
I throw the clothes in the trunk, without a care in the world, and sit back in the back seat.
"Is this better?"
Lacey looks at me, in just my boxer briefs, and looks at Alan, who is professionally ignoring us and pulling back out onto the street.
"Yes. But we can't do anything," Lacey whispers as she leans against my arm.
Oh, fuck that. I can't wait until we get home. I'll be a good boy another day.
I turn and lean my back against the door, lifting one of my legs to lie against the bench seat and pull her between my legs so her back is to my front. I pull her knees up and tug her dress back down so the leg closest to PAlan creates somewhat of a screen.
I bend my head forward. "You're going to have to be quiet, or Alan will get quite the show." I can feel her tense beneath me, but her breathing quickens. She loves the fear of being caught. Thank you, Scott, for that hot tip.
I slowly drag the right side of her dress up her hip just enough that I can slip my hand under it. My fingers find her panties and I thump my forehead against her shoulder. She's soaked.
