For the Love of Us

by Kaylee Rose

  “Even if someone reported it, I doubt they’re coming. They usually call Brad before starting up the rig. I’m sure he’s been on the phone with them while we’ve been chatting.”

  The Chief has both of our cell phone numbers. He said the guys gear up and are on the truck in case we don’t answer within three rings. We make sure to answer on the first ring to avoid the embarrassment and taking up their time.

  She’s grabbing her belly, laughing again at my expense.

  I’ve never punched anybody her age before, but she is coming dangerously close. I picture her dentures flying across the yard with a solid throat punch. It might teach her some manners.

  Controlling my desire to inflict physical harm to the neighborhood witch, I decide it’s best to excuse myself politely.

  “Thanks for checking on us, Jan. I need to get back in and help Brad shut off the alarms and clean up.”

  Without giving her a chance to reply, I turn and hurry into a less smoky house. I don’t care about the cross breeze anymore. The smoke can escape out the back of the house this time. I take my frustrations out on the door, slamming it shut.

  Why can’t this be easy?

  My shoulder slumps against the door in defeat. Done, this night is kaput, over, finished. My head tips back with a loud thud. Ouch. Great! With my bad luck I just gave myself a concussion.

  I hear Brad’s heavy footstep in the hall headed my way. I’m still leaning against the closed door, rubbing the new bump forming on my head when he appears in the entry way.

  “Hey, babe. You ok?”

  “No.” A simple one-word answer is all I can give him right now because I’m not ok. Tonight is a disaster.

  Before the next negative thought forms in my head, I’m swooped up into the safety of Brad’s arms.

  I’m cradled against his chest with my legs dangling like a rag doll over his forearm, being carried upstairs, I assume to our bedroom. It’s probably the only smoke free room in the house.

  In his arms, I feel cherished and protected from all the bad parts of today. I wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head against his chest. Although I have no desire to ever leave this spot, I should probably remind him carrying me around is not a good idea.

  “What are you doing? I’m too heavy.”

  He guffaws at my comment.

  “You’re still as light as the day I carried you over the threshold on our honeymoon.”

  I can’t believe he just mentioned that night. Maybe age has wiped the reality of our honeymoon from his memory.

  “Yeah, and how did that work out for ya? Guess my memory of the night is better than yours is old man.”

  “Pfft, I’ll show you old man. I remember everything about that night. Especially how beautiful my new bride looked in the moonlight.”

  We arrive at the cabin in Lake Tahoe around midnight.

  Being later than we planned, the management hasn’t turned on the porch light.

  We’re secluded, deep in the woods where cell service is nonexistent. It was foolproof. Exactly as we planned. Just us. No one would bother us for days.

  Without the city’s ambient light, the sky was black, dotted with more stars than I imagine existed.

  Twisting the new diamond on my left hand, it serves as a reminder of how perfect the day played out. The gold circle binding me to the man beside me forever and ever.

  We stand with our arms wrapped tight around each other staring up in awe. The anticipation of this night coursed through my body.

  A breeze catches the skirt of my dress, causing me to lean into Brad for warmth. Wordlessly, he scoops me up, walking quickly to our honeymoon cabin.

  Unfortunately, the multitude of stars sparkling in the sky do nothing to light the path.

  His trek to the tiny house is met with a minor obstacle. Story of my life.

  A tree root sticking up from the dirt is blocking our path causing him to stumble, but he charges on like it’s nothing.

  He continues to the cabin, pausing only to set me on my feet to unlock the door.

  As Brad searches his pockets for the key, I hope and pray he will remember to pick me up like in the fairytales from my childhood.

  While planning our wedding we agreed that many of the old-fashioned traditions were important to both of us. Like not seeing the bride before she walked down the aisle and placing a sixpence in my shoe for good luck. There was one tradition we never discussed but I really wanted to experience.

  As a little girl playing dress up, the thought of being carried over the threshold by my new husband was something I dreamed about.

  I should have never doubted his desire to make all my wishes come true, even when I don’t tell him what they are.

  As if reading my mind, I’m swept up into his arms once more, completing the romantic gesture I always envisioned. I feel like a princess being carried by her prince charming while passing through the doorway to the bedroom, where he gently places me on the king-sized bed.

  A minute later, my fairytale comes to a screeching halt.

  The mattress complains with a loud squeak and bounces hard when he flops down on his back next to me. The noises coming from his side of the bed sound like a wounded animal.

  He twisted his ankle badly, needing ice to stop the swelling.

  We stayed in bed the entire honeymoon, which was the original plan anyway, but I hated seeing him in pain.

  Like always we adjusted our plan to match the situation.

  “At least your ankle isn’t sprained this time. Crap, I probably jinxed it.”

  Without a thought or missed step, Brad says what I already knew, “I didn’t drop you then and I won’t drop you now. I’ll always protect you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Getting Brad into the bedroom before dinner wasn’t on the check list, but I’ll take it. As it turns out nothing I planned fell into place properly. Time to toss the game plan out the window with the smoke. I’m winging it now.

  Just inside the door to the bedroom, Brad slides me down his body. His stiff cock speaks volumes to me. He’s still on board with our night of passion.

  My body tightens with panic when I see him looking over my head at the new bedding. I throw up a silent prayer he’s not upset about the money I spent. Not that he ever gets really angry. It’s more of a disappointment. He tends to remind me about saving and the bills we still need to pay but never yells.

  “When did you get all this new stuff?”

  “Today. I thought it would spice up our night. Do you like it?” The old nervous habit of biting my nails causes my fingers to come up to my lips on instinct. I resist chewing on my newly painted manicure, but it isn’t easy. Please like it.

  Relief comes quickly as he reaches from me, pulling me back into his embrace. The contentment I feel right now tells me we are going to get through this blip in our marriage. In his arms is where I need to stay forever.

  “I love everything you’ve done for us tonight. I’ve taken us for granted and there’s no excuse. All I can do is try to make it up to you starting now. We’ll talk later, but all I can think of right now is making love to you. It’s been a while. This time might be quick.”

  Hearing his admission, I silently jump up and down in celebration. He sees what I see. I should have tried to communicate my feelings a long time ago but couldn’t find the words. All these months wallowing in pity and shame was wasted time. But we’re finally going to talk, but before we do, hot sex is in the cards.

  Quickies are great every now and again, but Brad and I were so much better than that. Once upon a time, it was magical between the sheets, and if I have to settle for quick tonight, so be it. I know getting us both on the same page won’t happen with the click of my fingers. It will be a work in progress with the both of us learning to converse once again. Honesty is key. We need that to move forward.

  Yes, I’m disappointed because in my mind’s eye, I’d built up a night of insatiable, raunchy sex, but right now, beggars can’t
be choosers.

  A growl in my ear clears all the thoughts running through my mind. “If I don’t have a little taste now, there is no way I can do all the things I want to do later.”

  “Oh, really?” I coo.

  “Yeah, really.” He smiles at me, disarming me totally. “I plan on making this a weekend we will never forget. Get over to the bed now and stand facing the window.”

  That was rougher and more powerful than I expected from my husband. It triggers something deep inside my belly I’ve never felt before. The dirty girl I’ve hidden deep inside starts to peek around the corner cheering me on. She wants to play.

  We haven’t had a round two in, well it feels like forever. I planned for lots of foreplay but not seconds.

  As if on autopilot, I move to stand beside the new fluffy comforter covering our bed. I’m doing my best not to look and see what Brad is up to. Standing as still as possible, waiting for directions, I feel his piercing gaze linger on my ass.

  The crazy dirty girl once buried deep within perches on my shoulder telling me to give Brad something to look at. Maybe a striptease will get him so heated he’ll get this show started. A slow roll of my hips while my hands travel up my body to caress my breasts in what I hope is seductive.

  Touching myself feels fantastic. A soft roll of each tight nub between my fingers followed by a hard, needy pinch almost buckles my knees.

  Oooohhh! So good. I’ve never touched myself like this with or without Brad watching.

  There is no way he misses the shiver running over my body.

  My head tilts back, eyes rolling, juices flowing from my core. I’m a mess but I can’t stop fondling myself until I hear Brad clear his throat.

  A peek towards the doorway stops my hands mid-boob squeeze.

  Apparently, he likes what he sees. Brad’s hand strokes his dick over his pants. I continue amusing myself in tandem with him. The romance movie playing out in my bedroom is about to get X-rated.

  I feel like a voyeur watching my husband handle his impressive cock. I find myself writhing with a desire I haven’t felt in years.

  Screw the strip tease. I need to be naked, now.

  Fumbling with the tie holding my dress in place, I find what I need to release the sash.

  Just as I’m about to unwrap myself, I’m halted by Brad’s direct words, “Stop. Don’t bother removing your dress but take your panties off, now.”

  Shit! I just remembered the extra little surprise hiding under my dress. Following Tina’s advice, I’m commando. Plus, my other bright idea has me completely hairless.

  Stars appear in my eyes as my breathing picks up pace. I’m gasping for breath, fighting for air as my lungs burn. A full-blown anxiety attack has me lightheaded with the room spinning.

  I don’t know what to do. Do I give him a warning of the gift waiting under my dress? I need to think fast before I pass out.

  My eyes snap to his when I hear a deep, impatient grumble.

  “What are you waiting for? I said take off your panties. Or maybe you want me to rip them off?”

  Since passing out cold would really kill the mood, I attempt to slow my breathing by inhaling through my nose, followed by releasing the air through my mouth. In, out, in, out. A few more and my vision finally recovers allowing me to see him clearly again.

  He’s waiting for me to follow his instructions. I want to answer, but the sight of him with his arms crossed has me mesmerized.

  I have the perfect view of the man who is the pillar of strength I depend on daily. The synapses in my brain go haywire with the visual stimulation.

  My eyes travel up his body inch by inch, from his shoes, to the sharp creases in his slacks, to his belt buckle. I take a little longer inspecting the obvious bulge behind his zipper. It looks painfully swollen. The thrill of knowing I did that to him excites me. Willing my eyes away from his cock, I continue drinking him in.

  The sleeves of his crisp white shirt are rolled up to the elbow exposing his tattoo; that of his police agency’s badge, crossed by a black band. It’s the symbol for a fallen officer. It’s a beautiful memorial of two officers from his department who lost their lives and a reminder of how short life can be, especially in Brad’s chosen job.

  Although Brad is standing firm like a man reigning over his kingdom, his chest is heaving. He’s losing control. The quick rise and fall of his chest give away his excitement. He’s just as affected as I am.

  My eyes continue the upward path, moving over his muscular chest to the sharp angles of his stubbled jaw. My fingers are itching to touch it. My eyes land on his kissable lips right as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. A deep cleansing style breath is released from his lungs and I can visibly see his shoulders relax.

  The mischief I see in his eyes is daring me not to comply with his demand to remove my panties. He’s silent but no less commanding with his eyes as he was with his words.

  It’s obvious he’s in charge tonight. I have no intention of denying him anything he wants. Except in this instance I can’t comply, since I can’t take off what I don’t have on.

  A softness filters my tone as I try to explain my dilemma. “Well, um, I’m waiting, because, you see, I was told I should leave the pretty matching panties in the bag. That you would like it. So, um, I did. I’m not wearing any panties.”

  As I say those last words I look and see his eyes widen. It reminds me of the big bad wolf in the Bugs Bunny cartoons. The one where he’s watching the Redhead Cowgirl singing on stage. I expect his tongue to roll out like a carpet and his eyeballs to telescope out of his head.

  Instead of the classic wolf whistle, I’m treated to a deep throaty growl I’ve never heard before.

  After all my doubts, for months, and then the past forty-eight hours, his reaction fills every inch of my body with confidence.

  In the blink of an eye, Brad is nose to nose with me giving me no room to escape. I’m not afraid but I step back until my butt bumps into the bed.

  “I want to see now.” Not a request but a direct order from my usually easy-going husband.

  It’s in that instance I remember I have one more surprise hidden under my dress.

  “Before you look, there’s something else I should tell you.” At no point while shaving my pussy did I think about what to say when Brad sees the change. What married woman shaves for the first time after twenty-two years together?

  “Unless you’ve had some life altering surgery that will make my plans impossible, I’m sure there is nothing you can say that will shock me.”

  Surgery, no, some alteration, yes.

  I bring my hands up to cover my eyes splitting my fingers slightly, so I can peek at his reaction. Nothing is going as planned and that’s fine. Accepting the ever-evolving situation feels good, I decided to just go with the flow if this is how tonight will move forward.

  “Well, there is something different. Maybe you should check for yourself.”

  Here we go.

  Sexy surprise number two coming in 3,2,1…

  Chapter Seventeen

  Through my spread fingers, I see him kneel before me, his hands settling on my waist. The pressure of Brad’s fingers pressing into my hip bone unravels my body into a mess of trembling and nervous excitement all wrapped into one. As if sensing my trepidation, he leans his forehead into my tummy calming my tremors with this simple connection.

  The breeze from the air conditioner does nothing to cool down the heat emanating from my core. Brad’s fingers slowly gathering my hemline into his palms. My skirt climbs up my knees, thighs, before reaching the now bare promised land he’s seeking.

  Up, up, up, pause.

  I close the gap between my fingers I’m peeking through.

  He’s not saying anything. He must hate it. The unbearable silence a sign he doesn’t know how to tell me.

  Just to break the silence, I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind. “It will grow back. I was just trying something new.”

  There, n
ow he won’t sound like a jerk when telling me how grossed out I’ve made him.

  Brad uses one finger to softly trace over the smooth skin.

  “Don’t you dare let it grow back. Your pussy is just asking for kisses. It’s so silky and soft.” His eyes haven’t looked up, staring intently at his prize.

  “Really?”

  “It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you, I’m sort of nervous.”

  I never thought Brad would have similar insecurities about our intimacy. It makes sense that he’s afraid of starting over. We really have a lot to talk about later. Much later.

  Staring up from his kneeling position, he slowly unties the bow at my hip, unwrapping me like a precious gift. As the silk dress opens like a curtain revealing my naked body, a breath catches in Brad’s throat.

  “Callie, wow. I-I don’t know where to start. I love this. You’re the most beautiful and sexy woman. And you’re all mine.”

  I don’t know how to respond.

  Pop! Look who showed up just in time. The dirty girl makes a grand entrance doing her dirty girl strut across my brain. She cups her hand around her mouth leaning into my ear, feeding me the words I need to get Brad’s mouth working where I crave him the most.

  “I need you to touch me. Lick me until I scream. Make me cum with your tongue like you used to.”

  “I can do that. You smell so good. I’ve been hungry for your pussy for so long but didn’t think you wanted me anymore. I’ve always loved eating you out. Spread your legs. I have to have a taste.”

  “I wanted it then, and I really want it now. Please stop talking. I’ve been on edge with fantasies all day.” I reach down grasping his hair and tug his face to where I want him.

  With Brad in front of me like this I feel like a queen forcing him to take care of my every need.

  “Open your legs wider, Callie. It’s time to make you scream.”

  Two taps with his thumbs to my inner thighs, encourages me to widen my stance. I gladly create the space for him to continue the path to my pleasure.