by Taylor Rylan
“Hmm. I guess I never thought about it. But my guys haven’t had sex yet and the book is almost finished.”
Jasper looked shocked. Yeah, even he knew that wasn’t ordinary. “Wait, did you start a different series I don’t know about?”
“No. It’s still Swanson and Holloway,” I told him, frustrated a bit. But never in a million years did I ever expect to still be writing about the same couple two years later. They had twenty-three books, and the fan base for them seemed to be growing more than anything.
“Have they done anything? Did they fight or something?” Jasper asked as he sat on the edge of my desk.
“Nope. Just busy at work. They did have a morning blowjob in the shower. But yeah, they’re sweaty and sticky now. Time to get them cleaned up in the shower. But that can wait. Is the weather getting bad?”
“The flurries are fluctuating. At times, it can be difficult to see. The wind has picked up as well.”
“Wow. I guess I must have been in a zone. I didn’t hear anything.” I placed my hand on Jasper’s thigh and gave it a gentle rub.
“What’s bothering you, baby? Did I do something?”
“No. I’m just…tired I guess. I want a break, but I can’t seem to get one.”
“How many books do you have planned for next year?” Jasper asked as he got up from the desk. He took my hands and gently pulled me up out of my chair. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest.
“As many as I can write, I guess. My PA wants me to publish at least six, but that’s one every other month. I was hoping more like four. I already have two complete. One’s ready, one’s with the editor. I wanted to write a short Valentine’s Day extra, but it’s eighteen chapters now.” I reached down and grabbed Jasper’s firm ass and gave it a squeeze. Yeah, that was mine, and I knew it. My husband chuckled in my ear.
“If you keep it up, you and I are going to end up doing what Swanson and Holloway are doing.”
“I’m game. I’m so ready for that. I need…”
“What?” Jasper asked as he pulled away from me enough to look down into my eyes. “Baby, what’s going on?”
“You ever just need a break from things? Ever want a change or wonder why am I putting up with this?” The color drained from Jasper’s face, and if my arms weren’t wrapped around his waist, I think he would have turned and left. As it was, he pushed on my shoulders to get me to let go. “What? Why are you pushing me away?”
“I need to sit down.”
I watched as my husband walked over to the far wall and lay on the couch that was in our office. I slowly followed, not even thinking about it as I crawled on top of him, straddling Jasper’s hips with my legs.
“What did I say?” I asked, concerned because I’d definitely said something that had upset Jasper.
“You need a change and a break? I need…” Jasper swallowed deeply before continuing. “I need you to elaborate on that.”
It dawned on me, and I almost burst into tears. Shit. Fuck. No! I dove for my husband and started peppering him with kisses while clinging to him as best as I could, considering our positions.
“No. I need a vacation. And maybe a new series to change things up a bit. Not you. Never you. I want you. Now, and forever. No, I’m sorry, cupcake. No, I didn’t mean…” I couldn’t say it, but I didn’t have to. Jasper’s arms wrapped tightly around me, and before I could do anything, I felt him shudder with sobs. Shit. “Jasper, look at me, please?” I pleaded, hoping he was listening.
I finally got a look at those warm brown eyes I loved so much. They were filled with tears, but I didn’t care. “I’m never leaving you. You’re stuck with me. But we haven’t been away from work for how long? I need a break, and so do you. I want to go somewhere warm where I can wear one of the skimpiest bathing suits you can imagine.”
“I’m not sure. I can imagine quite a bit.”
“Yeah, well, you know that lime-green jock I have?” Jasper’s eyebrows suddenly became hidden under his bangs, and I leaned down and rubbed my nose against his. “Yeah, cupcake. That skimpy. I want everyone to see just how hard my sexy-as-sin husband makes me.”
I gasped before squeaking as Jasper had us up and off the couch. I found myself hanging down my husband’s back, my ass in the air next to his head.
“Am I about to get laid?” I asked as I stuck my hands down Jasper’s pants, grabbed his cheeks, and gave them a squeeze. My own ass got a hard spanking for my trouble, but I simply moaned and started playing with Jasper’s crack, looking for his hole that I wanted to do dirty things to.
“Behave or I won’t give you what you want.”
“And what is it you think I want?” I squeaked again as I was lifted and then tossed into the center of our bed, my husband looming over me with a dark and needy look on his face.
“You need two things, baby. One, you need to be buried so deep inside me you can hardly keep from coming. And two, you need me to fuck you so hard you feel it tomorrow,” Jasper told me as he crawled on top of my body. This time it was he who ran his nose along mine, causing me to sigh yet again. Yep, I was still a goner when it came to my husband.
Jasper — 3
Liam’s eyes turned a stormy blue, and I knew I was going to be in for it. He’d only topped just a few times since we’d been together; he simply preferred it when I took control, and that was fine with me. But I knew at times, this was what we needed.
I looked down at where Liam had landed on the bed and smiled at my husband. The love I had for him had only grown over the years.
“What?” Liam asked.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.”
“Dammit, Jasper. Don’t get all sweet and sentimental. You were going all controlling on me, and I was looking forward to it.”
“Oh, I can certainly take control,” I replied as I unbuttoned my cuffs and the top two buttons on my shirt and pulled it over my head before I climbed onto the bed. I started with Liam’s shoes, then his socks, each going over my shoulder and hitting the floor somewhere. I didn’t care where they landed. The weather was raging outside, but I was anxious to get naked with Liam. We were warm and safe from the storm, or were we?
We were creating our own storm inside, and that was something I’d been looking forward to since I’d gotten the news about the impending show Mother Nature was going to grace us with. I mean, what better way to spend a snowstorm than naked with your husband, generating your own heat?
I unfastened Liam’s jeans and gave them a tug, revealing the tattoo he’d had put on his hip. It was a small phoenix, but it was beautiful, just like him. It meant just as much to me as it did him, and when I traced the tail with my tongue, Liam moaned.
“I’m going to die a very happy man, but still, fuck, Jasper. You’re the king of foreplay.”
I smirked, knowing my little imp had absolutely no real complaints about my sexual experience. He knew going in I was no angel, but neither was he, and it wasn’t as if he didn’t have some wicked talent between the sheets as well.
I pulled Liam’s jeans off, something that I’d gotten really good at doing since he always wore skinny jeans. There was nothing quick about removing them, but even I had to admit that his ass looked fabulous in them. They quickly joined the other items on the floor, leaving him in just his sweater.
His hard and tempting cock was something I simply couldn’t resist any longer, so I pushed open his legs and crawled between them. I swiped my tongue up his package from his smooth balls to the tip that had a drop of clear, salty liquid just waiting for me.
Liam moaned and I smiled, knowing that he was enjoying this just as much as I was. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, and with my right hand, I pulled his dick up and away from his stomach so I could swallow it down to the root. Liam gasped and thrust his hips upward, giving me the opportunity to grab his ass and give it a squeeze.
“Fuck, Jasper. Don’t stop. Mmm.”
I popped
off long enough to send my husband a smile and reply. “Trust me, baby, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.” I bobbed up and down Liam’s cock a few more times before I pulled off, much to his displeasure.
“I need the lube,” I said, reaching out my hand. Liam thrust his hand under the pillow, searching for the bottle we needed.
“Yes!” he said triumphantly as he pulled out the almost empty container of lube. Good thing I’d thought to pick up another one at the store. We really needed to place it on auto delivery or something.
I took the bottle and, after pouring a generous amount in my hand, I first lubed up Liam’s cock and balls before I moved farther down and circled a finger around his tight pucker. Liam moaned and continue to thrust his hips upward, fucking my hand that I had wrapped around his cock and the fingers I had in his ass at the same time. Knowing him as well as I did, I let go of his cock when I knew he was getting too close.
“What did you stop for?” Liam asked, irritated.
“I thought you were going to fuck me first? If I continue, this will be over before we even get started.”
It took a moment, but the lust on Liam’s face cleared enough that he nodded and sat up on the bed. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down beside him at the same time he got up on his knees. He quickly yanked his sweater over his head and tossed it on the floor before he attacked my khakis.
The fact that he didn’t pop the button off surprised me, but then again, it shouldn’t have because I knew just how much I had wound him up. My khakis and boxer briefs were pulled down until Liam made it to my boots, and then he growled and glared at me.
“What?”
“Really? You couldn’t have taken your boots off earlier?” Liam asked, frustrated. I sent him a wink, causing the lust to return to his eyes.
Once my boots and socks were gone, having been thrown over the side of the bed with everything else, my khakis quickly joined the rest of our items on the floor.
“Fuck,” Liam said once he opened my legs and saw the bright green butt plug I’d put in before I left the office at work. “You had this planned all along,” he said accusingly.
“You complaining?”
“Hell no.” Liam grabbed the plug and gave it a good tug, effectively pulling it out with a little squelching sound. I moaned, both thankful that the pressure was finally removed from my prostate but also because of the empty feeling I knew that Liam would quickly take care of.
Liam grabbed the lube, and after opening the cap and pouring a liberal amount onto my throbbing cock, he closed the cap and tossed the bottle down as he gave my cock several not so gentle tugs, spreading lube around. “You’re ready?”
“Yes,” I rasped out. My hubby nodded before he grabbed his dick and lined up with my open and ready hole and thrust in in one quick push.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I grabbed my dick and gave it a tight squeeze, hoping I didn’t come so soon.
Above me, my husband smirked down at me as he pushed my legs up and back while pumping his hips in and out of my body. The little shit pegged my prostate over and over, and that was it. I couldn’t stop from coming, and I screamed through my orgasm. Liam continued to fuck me through it, and I could do nothing but lie there as my cock spewed thick white, creamy liquid onto my abdomen.
I panted, and when the sensation became too much, I grabbed Liam’s hips with my hands, stopping him. Thankfully, he knew exactly what I wanted and he stopped, holding still. I panted, waiting for the sensations to lessen enough that he could pull out without me screaming in pain. I became overly sensitive after an orgasm, and any type of anal stimulation became too much.
When I nodded up at Liam, he gently and slowly pulled out of my body. I still winced but sighed in relief once he was free from my body. Liam wasted no time in pushing my legs down and crawled on top of my body, quickly impaling himself on my still-hard cock.
“Ungh,” I muttered as my husband started riding my cock with a vengeance. He was absolutely breathtaking, and I reached up for him, running my hands up his slim torso to where I knew his sensitive nipples were. I tweaked them both, causing him to groan loudly and rock his hips a little more forcefully. I left his nipples for his waist and hips, which I grabbed, stilling his movements. I gave Liam a mischievous look before I lifted him slightly off my body before thrusting up into him as hard and fast as I could.
Liam threw his head back while he grabbed his hair and screamed as his own deep red cock spewed come all over my stomach and chest. When he started mumbling incoherently, I slowed my pace and finally stopped altogether, pulling his smaller body down on top of mine.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tucked his head into my neck. I peppered kisses on top of his head while snuggling my little imp.
“I love you so much, Liam,” I whispered into his ear.
He gave me a responding squeeze followed by a gentle nip to my neck. I chuckled but quickly got what I desired most.
“I love you too, Jasper. That was exactly what I needed. I absolutely love the fact that you know exactly what I need when I need it. Don’t ever change and never leave me. You are my life, and without you, I don’t know if I’d be able to go on without my grounding point.”
“Well, since I have absolutely no plans of ever letting you go, I don’t see that as being an issue.” I gave Liam a gentle squeeze before I walked my fingers up and down his smooth back. No matter how old we got, I knew I would never get enough of him. He was everything to me. and five years ago I would have laughed about that thought, but not now.
We must have dozed off because I woke up with Liam curled into my side, and he’d pulled the blanket from his side of the bed up and over us. When I looked around, I noticed it was dark outside the window, and I could hear the wind howling. That sent a shiver through my body, making me think about how brutal the storms around here could be.
When I peeked over at the clock on the bedside table, I realized it was suppertime, so I gently untangled myself from Liam’s warm and pliant body before I got up and made my way to our bathroom. I reached down and absently scratched at my stomach where I realized that I was covered with dry, flaky come and needed a shower.
While the water was warming up, I emptied my bladder, and just as I went to climb into the shower, a pair of very familiar hands, with a matching ring on the left one, wrapped around my waist.
“You weren’t going to shower without me, were you?”
“Now that you’re here, no. But the plan had been to serve you supper in bed and then repeat at least a portion of our earlier activities.”
“Damn, should I go back to bed?”
“Only if you want your ass swatted. I have plans for you, and they start right now.” I moved Liam so he was standing directly under the warm spray and ran my fingers through his hair, getting it fully wet before I traded places with him and quickly doused myself with water.
I pulled the shampoo off the shelf and started one of my favorite rituals, the shower routine. I’d use any excuse I had to get my hands on my husband. And if his body was wet and slippery, all the better in my opinion. Once I had both of us clean, I maneuvered Liam back into the spray and ran my hands over his slick, soapy body. By the time we were both clean, Liam was once again fully erect and I was half-hard. I gave his beautiful cock a quick suck and a few tugs with my wet hand before I reached behind him and turned off the water.
The scowl he gave me caused me to outright laugh, and I couldn’t help myself; I leaned in and took the kiss that I so desired.
I somehow managed to get us both mostly dried before I picked Liam up and carried him out of the bathroom. He wrapped his slim legs around my waist and ground into my now equally hard cock. When I reached my destination, we both fell onto our bed, our lips never leaving one another’s.
As far as I was concerned, dinner could wait. I had much more important things to do, like my husband. We eventually ate supper. Although it was several hours later.
Liam —
4
I’d like to say that my husband frustrated me, but for the most part he really didn’t. Jasper was one of the most caring and loving men I had ever met. The same could be said for all of the men in our family, but obviously my relationship with Jasper was so much more.
We spent only two days snowed in because we couldn’t see beyond our front porch, and the second day was spent digging ourselves out. Who knew that a man from Monterey and one from Seattle would end up in Crooked Bend, Wyoming, and assimilate like we had always been there?
After Jasper had gone back to work, I headed back to my home office and reopened the current manuscript. I knew exactly what I needed to do, and I quickly got lost in the world of Swanson and Holloway. I was in what Jasper liked to refer to as “the zone” and didn’t resurface until my grumbling stomach let me know that it was past time for lunch.
Just as I reached the kitchen, my destination of the refrigerator was temporarily diverted by the knocking on the back door. Only family used it, and I was surprised to see Rhett standing there in the snow. He still looked exactly like he did when I first met him a few years ago, only he currently had snowflakes peppered into his dark auburn hair.
“Hey, come on in,” I told him as I stepped back and allowed him entry. “How have you been? Is everything okay?”
Rhett brushed his fingers through his hair before pulling off his coat and hanging it on the peg beside the door. But when he looked back at me, he simply smiled. “Everything’s fine. I just needed a break. Our dads arrived right before the storm, and they were out at our place when it hit, so they’ve been there for a couple of days now.”
“I thought you got along with them better now. Surely, they have backed off after more than two years right? I mean, Taylor will always be a papa bear, but still. You’re almost twenty-five. They should cut the umbilical cord.”
I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the leftover pasta I had intended to have for lunch. There was more than enough for the two of us, and when I held it up, Rhett nodded in agreement.
