Page 27 of So Wrong, It's Wright
Because I was on standby, I got added to and bumped from flights before finally getting a seat, squashed between a woman eating an entire roast chicken with her fingers and a man who slept the entire way with his mouth open and his head on my shoulder. Now, it’s after ten at night. I’m hungry. I’m exhausted and I’m pissed. I pulled so many strings to make this day happen in the middle of a deadline and while I love that my girl was coming to surprise me, I hate that this day didn't work out the way either of us planned. We should have been together. Except we’ve been even more apart than we normally would be. Something has to change here, or we’ll be over before we’ve even begun.
Checking each room as I walk through my apartment, I pause in the doorway of my bedroom, my frustration and anger evaporating away the moment I see her figure in my bed, curled up on her side and hugging my pillow against her chest. I melt. I'm a puddle of goo on the floor, because the sight of this woman in my bed has me thinking all kinds of things. Most of them get my dick standing at attention, but the rest causes my heart to swell. I knew it before, and I know it even more now—I need this woman in my life. And as I kick off my shoes and socks, pull my shirt over my head and climb into bed beside her, I decide to move mountains to make that happen. The moment this project is over, I’m going to put in for a transfer to New York. Failing that, I’ll find a job there. Because if there’s one thing I’m absolutely certain of, it’s that coming home to this beautiful woman waiting in my bed makes a shitty day feel like a perfect one. I don’t want to spend any more time without her.
“You’re here,” she whispers sleepily, fitting into the curve of my body as my arm slides around her waist and I draw her in close.
“Hey, tiny. I’m sorry you had to wait alone all day.”
“You were worth it. I just—" She murmurs something indecipherable, and I smile and hold her a little tighter, pressing a soft kiss to her bare shoulder.
“Sleep. As long as I get to hold you until morning, I’ll be a happy man,” I whisper, realizing happily that Camille’s wedding magic worked—I’ve found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I’m going to move heaven and earth to make sure I can keep her.
TAHLIA
My eyes pop open just as the morning light peeks through the cracks in Ash’s bedroom curtains. I have a brief moment of feeling bereft, because my last memory was getting into bed alone, and now I’m waking up again. But then I feel his fingers flex against my stomach, his mouth against my skin, and his morning wood against my ass.Good morning to me.
“Good morning,” I whisper, reaching behind me and sliding my hands into his thick hair, moaning softly as his kisses move from my shoulder to the curve of my neck, and when I turn toward him, my mouth.
I reposition myself on the bed, opening my legs beneath him as his tongue enters my mouth and we kiss each other deep and desperate, his tongue moving with mine as the world seems to fall away around us, leaving us inside our own perfect bubble of togetherness.I wish it could always be like this.
“Morning, tiny,” he rasps, brushing his nose alongside mine before he’s kissing me again, rolling so I’m draped over him, his thick manhood pressing right against my core. I roll my hips and groan. “How long do I have you for?”
I press my lips together and place my hand against his chest. “My flight is in a few hours.”
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling me flush against him and burying his face in my neck. “I have to be back at the lab in two.”
“Then we need to make the most of the few moments we have,” I say, pulling back and pressing my lips to his.
“There’s never enough time, tiny. I’m so not happy about this.”
“Look on the bright side, we still get right now. Plus, it feels likesomeoneis happy to see me.” I gasp and rock my hips over him, loving the manly grunts that leave his chest while I work myself into a soaking mess along his hard shaft.
“More than happy,” he says, lifting his hips to grind against mine. “Rock-hard ecstatic.”
“I can feel that,” I whisper, dragging my teeth over his bottom lip. “But I think I might need toseehow happy you are.”
“Is that right?” He grins as I sit back and rake my fingers through the hair on his solid chest.
“Definitely. I think it’s only fair that I do a more thorough inspection of the merchandise since it’s been a while and I need to refresh my memory,” I say playfully, turning so my back is facing him while I flick the blankets aside and shove his pants down his legs.
He groans and settles his hands on my hips. “Inspect away.”
“Oh yes,” I say, his proud cock bouncing free and standing up as if saluting me. “That’s a glorious piece you’ve got there.” It takes both hands to fully encircle it as I stroke it, testing the weight of it.
“Thank you. I grew it myself.”
I giggle over my shoulder, loving the mixture of arousal and amusement on his face. “And what a fine job you did.” Turning back to my inspection, I lean in close, using a finger to trace over his veins lightly, delighting in the way his dick bounces in my hands when I apply any pressure. “How do you not pass out from a lack of blood flow when this monster is erect?”
“Monster? I’m not sure he likes being called a monster, tiny.”
“Hmm, then what would he like to be called?” I glance back then continue gliding my hands up and down his length as I think out loud. “Tiny II would be insulting.”
“He’s yours, but he ain’t little.”
“Precisely. It’s so big that you could use it to conquer the Amazons. They’d see it and completely rethink their stance on letting men into their tribes. They’d likely build fuckable statues of you to have in every house so no woman would go unsatisfied.”
He chuckles. “I’m only interested in satisfyingonewoman, tiny.”
“Then maybe we should just call it ‘mine’?” I tease, gripping a little tighter and sliding my hands up and down his shaft.
