BIG BAD BOY (Big Men Series Book 1)

by Penny Wylder

  Connie is a retired museum director who moved to Bailey last year. She bought a small space in town and turned it into a gallery. The tourists love it, especially the ones from the city who think they’re finding hidden gems. This weekend she’s displaying my photographs, an entire series dedicated to Bailey. Those photographs are my heart. So many of them were taken when I first came to this town, and each of them has a memory attached to it of my early days with Gil, and those very first days of Sammy growing inside me. When I printed the pictures I took of the storm clouds rolling in over town, I was shocked by how perfect they came out. But when I look at them now, I don’t see their technical aspects or the spot-on framing, I remember the moment when I came in from shooting those pictures and felt Gil’s concern and care for me the very first time. And the series of photographs of Bailey’s cabins in light and in darkness, those are a favorite and big seller, but to me, just out of the frame I know Gil was walking several yards behind me, making sure no harm came my way.

  So much has happened in two years. I look around the cabin, smell the wood fire and delicious food, I know my two babies are sleeping peacefully under this sturdy roof, see my man, always by my side, always there to protect me, and I just can’t believe how everything has worked out.

  Gil comes over to me and rubs my shoulders, dipping his fingers so they brush the top of my breasts. “You know what today is, don’t you?” he asks. I detect a feral sound in his voice.

  “The first day of the festival, you mean?” I’m playing dumb. I know exactly what Gil is talking about, but I’m going to make him say it.

  He dips down to my neck and plants kisses there, licks at my earlobe. I feel his hot breath on my ear and I shiver. His hands move farther down my night shirt, lightly caressing my swollen breasts.

  “Today’s six weeks since you gave me the second best gift of my life,” he murmurs.

  “Well it’s not so traditional to celebrate weeks anniversaries Gil, I don’t know where you’re heading.”

  He turns my chair around and kneels on the floor in front of me, his sly hands pushing up my night shirt and rubbing my thighs, setting my skin on fire.

  “My breakfast is going to get—” but he cuts me off from finishing my sentence with a kiss. A searing kiss that I feel in my core and makes me feel like I’m levitating.

  “Your breakfast can wait,” he says, pulling me to my feet and leading me to the bathroom. “And you can stop toying with me because I know you’ve been counting down the days just like I have.” He reaches into the shower and turns on the hot water. Then he turns back to me, and quickly lifts my night shirt over my head. He’s right, of course. I know exactly what day it is. Today is the day the doctor’s cleared me to have sex again.

  As the water warms up and the small bathroom starts to fill with steam, Gil’s hands trace over my breasts, and brush against my insanely sensitive nipples, causing intense ripples of desire to course through my body. I have been waiting for this. Even though other intimate activities haven’t been off the table, Gil and I have had practically no time alone together since Tilly was born. Between preparing for the festival and managing a newborn and a toddler, this is the most he’s touched me aside from backrubs before we both collapse in bed at the end of the day.

  And I know he’s desperate, too. His cock is jutting out from his robe, and just the sight of him makes my mouth start to water. I reach for the sash closing his robe and swipe it away, then quickly push his robe off his shoulders so I can touch him like he’s touching me. I graze my fingers over his defined pecs and love the way the hair on his chest rises in their trail. I reach down to his cock and slide my hand over the head. Gil flinches and hisses, so sensitive to my touch. I start to stroke him slowly, and his hips move slightly, thrusting into my fist.

  “Have you been thinking about my pussy, Gil?” I whisper. I know talking like that drives him crazy. I take his hand and lead it down between my legs. His finger slides over my slit. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this, too.”

  Gil’s only response is to drop to his knees where he lifts my foot and places it on the ledge of the shower. Wide open to him, he immediately licks me from top to bottom, again and again, until I’m holding onto the side of the sink to prevent myself from falling. The onslaught of feelings overwhelms me, and when he latches onto my clit and sweeps his tongue over it, I come undone. I grab his hair and let my weight practically fall on him. I’d been waiting weeks for that orgasm, but I didn’t expect it would come so hard and strong.

  I hear Gil chuckle from between my legs. “You okay there, Jenna?” he asks. He stands up and kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue and it makes me groan.

  “I am more than okay,” I reply.

  “Good,” he says, “because it’s my turn. And if you don’t get your ass in that shower now, I’m going to have to fuck you right here against the sink.”

  “Sweet talker,” I say, and step into the steaming water. It feels amazing running over my skin, but more amazing are Gil’s hands, rubbing up and down my back, over my ass where he squeezes me. Hard. Then I feel him push me forward between my shoulder blades and feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. Despite his desperate need, he’s in control, weary that it’s been so long and my body just went through childbirth. But after that warmup, I’m so wet he glides deep inside me, and I’m afraid his moan will wake up the babies.

  “Oh shit, Jenna,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  He’s pumping slowly inside of me, but I can tell that won’t last. His breath is erratic and his fingers on my shoulder are digging into my flesh.

  “Go on, Gil,” I urge him. “Fuck me harder. Take me, Gil. I’m yours.”

  And with those words, the weeks of denial unfurl like a storm and he pumps into me harder and faster. His grunts fill the small bathroom and I brace myself against the shower wall.

  “I’m not coming without you,” he says, leaning down to my ear, and then I feel his hand reach between my legs seeking out my clit. He circles my clit with his thumb as he jackhammers into me, and I feel myself rising again, my vision blacking out at the edges as this orgasm comes over me. I don’t know if it’s the baby crying or me keening, but the whole world is a blur as I come. I can feel my pussy spasming, and then with a final thrust, Gil stills, his hot cum shooting inside me, and I feel his body shudder.

  We stand in the shower for a while, his cock going soft inside me, just breathing and coming down to earth. And then I hear it. A sound that warms my heart.

  “Dada,” the small cry comes from the other room. “Mama?”

  Sammy is awake.

  Gil runs a hand down my wet hair. “You stay,” he says, and kisses my head. “I’ll get Sammy’s breakfast ready. Take all the time you need. I’ve got this.”

  Have I mentioned my life is a dream?

  Later we walk through town, visiting with all the Bailey artists, and some other artists that have come just for this festival. The booth where Gil’s furniture is displayed is swarmed. I know there won’t be a single piece left unsold by the end of the weekend. Connie told me there are already several sold stickers next to my photographs, and the weekend’s only starting!

  I push Tilly in her carriage, and stop from time to time so neighbors can comment on how cute she is, or how she has my mouth or Sammy’s nose. Just two years I walked down these streets a stranger. Now I walk down these sweet streets and I’m welcomed home. Gil beside me dashes after Sammy, who seemingly skipped the walking stage and went straight to run. The air is crisp, my mood is light, and everyone that I love is around me. When I stepped off the train in Bailey two years ago, I thought I’d be getting a weekend of rest and relaxation. Little did I know, when I stepped off that train, I was stepping into the rest of my happily ever after life.

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