Page 89 of Broken Headboards
Chapter Thirty-Six
Austin
You’ve reachedthe inevitable ending.
You can’t get enough me, baby, can you?
Fuck. Sorry.
Anyways, I warned you at the beginning, they always come back for more. And, it looks like you followed suit. But, I don’t blame you.
Hell, look at the woman dangling on my arm now. She begged me so incessantly for more that I gave in and married her, just to shut her up.
Hah.I’m kidding. I could never shut Tess up if I tried. And, I never want to. It’s her voice that keeps me going every day, the noise that I play on a loop in my head. It’s my fucking lullaby. I did ask her if she would make me a theme song, mostly of her moaning “Austin” on repeat, but she said no. I’ll convince her one day, though, I promise.
Since the moment I married Tess, I’ve been the happiest fucking man in the world. I fell in love with her hard, and I keep falling every damn morning I wake up to her morning breath and lean body stretching against mine. It’s perfect.
She’s perfect.
I might be a man in love, but I’m still a man with needs and I haven’t changed when it comes to getting what I want. Luckily, it’s the same with Tess. For the past year, a smile and my dick awaken me. It’s like my cock knows smells her or hears her whenever she wakes up because it stiffens almost immediately, panting for her to attend to its needs. I’m relentless, but when have I not been?
But a lot of shit has happened since we last talked. Not only are we ruling as King and Queen of the furniture and interior design world, but we’re doing it as husband and wife.
Shortly after we merged and created OakmontDomina, we had a small, intimate ceremony in the countryside. Well, really, upstate New York. I tried to get her to go down to North Carolina and marry me on the side of the hill in the middle of the woods, but my girl’s too cosmopolitan for that. So, we compromised and traveled North. All our friends, even Malcolm and Sonia came for the ceremony. But that was pretty much it. We wanted it to be just us, for once. Nothing between us other than our love and commitment.
Of course, it was fucking luxury. What do you take us for? Her elegant, femininity sprinkled with my overstated, raw masculinity made the perfect backdrop for our ceremony. I hand-made the archway covering us, the wood curved into perfect angles, weaving both her and I together as one. We still have some parts of it framed over our headboard.
And, before you ask, yes…we still havethatbroken headboard. Yeah, it almost fucking destroyed us. It got us both locked up,hah, but really, it brought us together. That headboard was our breaking point, literally, and it forced us to recognize parts of each other and ourselves we never knew existed.
And, I’m happy it did. Without fucking Giovanni—even though, I still think he’s an asshole—we wouldn’t be where we are now. There would be no headboard holding upourmarital bed.
I kiss her forehead, feeling her muscles warm as she wakes up.
“Morning beautiful,” I whisper in her ear and place a trail of kisses down her neck. She writhes against me, the softness of my touch tickling her sensitive skin.
“Good morning handsome,” she turns, and her tits bounce against my chest when she lets out a small chuckle. I cradle one of them with my palm, but she turns to face me, forcing my hand to find her ass. There’s never a time I don’t have my hands on her.
“Ready for our meeting today?” She asks, her fingers rubbing my beard. I’ve let my facial hair grow over the past year. My buddies joke and say I look like a lumberjack, and hey, if the shoe fits, why the hell not? I do chop wood for a living, or at least, I pay people to do it for me. Same thing. And, they say it’s all the rage now. Even though, I don’t care about whattheysay, honestly, I just got fucking lazy and Tess likes it.
“Ugh…the meeting,” I roll on my back, sighing in exasperation.
Ever since we won Clarendon Tower as a client for OakmontDomina, they’ve been a pain in the ass. Fucking ironic, right? But it shouldn’t be a surprise, really. They held a damn competition for their contract, what makes you think they’d just be an easy-going client?
Every damn week we have a meeting with the Condo Board to catch up on the most recent designs and trends, afraid that Clarendon Tower might possibly look outdated in the slightest. Let me tell you, it’s fucking annoying because trends don’t evolve overnight as I’ve tried to tell them countless times.
“It’s Clarendon Tower, baby. We have to do it.” She slithers out of my arms and drags herself out of bed, her bare ass smiling at me. I, of course, smile back.
“No, get back here.” I grab her hand and pull her back down. She squeals and falls to the bed but fights me the whole time. Some things never change.
“We have to go…” she mumbles, my lips trying to kiss away her protest.
“Do we?” I ask, putting my best puppy dog face on.
“If you’re working for me, you do.” She winks and pushes herself from me, jumping off the bed before I can reach her.
“Don’t forget, I’m your boss too,” I yell after her when I hear the shower turn on.
My phone rings and I’m already dreading the phone call, assuming it’s the Board President with a ridiculous request.
