by Haley Travis
He shut me up with a deep, filthy kiss that made me moan, writhing against him. Then he picked me up, sitting me on the bench beside him. “You’re going to get us arrested,” he growled.
I tried to pout dramatically but dissolved into giggles, snuggling against his shoulder. “You’re very understanding.”
His dark chuckle made me look up at him. “Kate, I don’t understand any of this. The thought of mingling my life with someone else’s had always felt like a major inconvenience. Something to be avoided. Something that would mess me up and make my world smaller. But now that I have you, I understand that we’re just going to grow together.”
“Wow,” I whispered, “For a lumberjack, you have the heart of a poet.”
He picked up my hand, giving the back of it the softest little smack. “Lumberjack? I’ll have you know that three different showrooms were fighting over some of my pieces while I was gone for a month. Now they’re begging me to create a whole new line for them.”
“That’s amazing.” I stood up, taking his hand. “Should we celebrate your success?”
“I was going to ask you out for dinner tomorrow night. But since you are in charge of our schedules now, it’s completely up to you what we do.”
His wicked grin told me that he was absolutely thrilled with the idea of me controlling him. That amused me far more than it should. “I do happen to be free tomorrow, and you could pick me up from work at six.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“But tonight, maybe you could drive me home and tuck me into bed.”
“Anything you want, kitten.”
I loved the way he held my hand as he walked me to his car. I loved the way he opened the door for me, making sure that I was buckled in safely. I loved the way he asked me which route I preferred to take to my apartment, and asked me to be in charge of the music.
As soon as we’d parked in front of my place, Ray ran around to my side to open the door for me, taking my arm. But instead of leading me toward the door, he glanced to see that no one was around, then picked me up, pressing my back against the brick wall as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
His soft lips against mine made my thighs tighten, my heart was already racing as he dug his fingers into my ass, grinding into me. I loved that he was so filthy, so forceful.
When he finally paused so that we could breathe, he placed the tip of his nose against mine. “How am I doing at this whole boyfriend thing so far, kitten? I got you home safe, and I managed to keep my hands off you for at least twelve whole minutes.”
“I think you’re doing a great job of boyfriending so far,” I laughed.
His arms tightened around me as his hungry gaze locked on mine. “I need you to know something. I’m telling you now, so that you don’t panic and run off without a discussion first.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, suddenly choked up. “I promise, I’ll never do that to you again.”
“You scared the shit out of me baby. It’s okay, but I don’t think my heart can take that twice. So I’m warning you now… You’re going to have to help me be a very good boyfriend for you, because I want to move up the ranks as quickly as possible.”
His cocky grin was adorable. “I’m used to being the best at what I do. So I want to be promoted to fiancé, then husband, then father as quickly as possible.”
Using his nose, he tilted my face up and down, making me laugh. In a high-pitched voice, he said, “Yes, Ray, that’s what I want too.”
I began laughing so hard he had to put me back on my feet. “Yes, Ray, that’s what I want too,” I said.
“Good. Then let’s get my sweet girl all tucked in. I bet you have a lot of work to do tomorrow. You certainly wouldn’t want someone keeping you up all night.”
I grabbed his hand, digging for my keys as I headed for the side door. I knew that I would be up half the night, and it would be completely worth it.
Here I was, taking my gorgeous new boyfriend home to spend the night with him. We hadn’t even had a real date, yet he told me flat out that he was going to marry me. As he ducked his head to follow me, I knew that even though we were going down to my basement apartment, things were definitely moving up in my world.
EPILOGUE ONE
* Ray *
*** Two Years Later ***
The first thing I always did when I got home was take a quick shower to remove the sawdust, and residue from stains and varnishes. I used to make dinner right after, but now on days when Kate wasn’t home yet, I liked to spend a few minutes wandering around our new home , just feeling settled. Grounded.
Kate was absolutely right when she chose this place. I assumed that she’d want something bigger, but this was more than comfortable for us. I’d have to remember to tell her that later, since I knew how much she loved to hear it. Her choice couldn’t have been any more correct. Our new space was perfect. We’d only been here for eight months, but it was definitely going to be our home for many years to come.
I loved that she had been more interested in finding the perfect home for us than wasting time and money on our wedding. It had been a simple affair, just fifty people in the backyard, about a month after we’d moved in. She was the thriftiest bride I’d ever heard of, buying a second-hand gown, having her friend Becca design the emailed invitations, and asking me to create a small wooden arch for the ceremony.
Kate and her four best friends had covered it in wildflowers the morning of the wedding. When they all went to change, the girls had surprised her by wearing matching floral sundresses. She hadn’t wanted to burden them with the expense of buying dresses, but Kim had sworn that she knew somebody who was having a clearance sale.
I don’t think my ears will ever completely recover from the endless squealing that day, but by all accounts, we had the most fun and chill wedding ever.
Looking out the living room window, the wooden arch was now mostly bare, in the corner near my shed, but ivy was beginning to grow up the sides.
My previous house had really been a tiny bachelor pad. I’d bought something simple and utilitarian, but it wasn’t lively enough for my Kate and her boundless energy. Now I had a great woman to help me see the world properly, and that started with us moving in together, and her finding just the perfect place for us to fix up.
She looked at everything with a laser-focused eye, determining exactly what we needed. I had a shed in the back yard to putter when I wasn’t at my workshop, and there was a little recording studio in the basement for her.
We had a huge bedroom with a giant four-poster bed. I made the frame myself, with slats and bars artfully positioned so that she always had something to hold onto, and I could take her any way I wanted. On our wedding night, I had tied her wrists to the bed with a silk scarf for the first time, to symbolize that I was claiming her forever. That night she was screaming for me so loudly I’m surprised nobody called the cops.
I was considering adding soundproofing the next time we tinkered with the house.
There were also two small spare bedrooms that I said that we’d need immediately, and Kate clarified that we’d need them once she had two albums out.
As always, she was in complete control of our lives, no matter how much I teased her. Whatever she wanted was fine with me, but I knew that she was starting to think more seriously about kids.
I wanted to knock her up right away. She’d told me all about her paranoid cousin, and taking the pill, but was pretty sure that she was ready to stop it soon. The thought of my gorgeous goddess carrying my child filled me with something so raw and powerful I didn’t even know if I’d be able to control it when the time came.
I walked back to the kitchen, putting away the breakfast pans that were still in the rack, wondering why she was late getting home from work. I hoped that she wasn’t stuck dealing with bands and their endless problems again. Lately, she’d been trying to straighten out the accounting, and I knew it was cutting into her songwriting time.
As much as I liked her
brother’s business, some of the people Kate had to deal with sounded exhausting. They took advantage of her sweet nature, working her too hard.
“Hello?”
Racing to the front door, I had Kate in my arms before she’d even set down her bag. “Kitten,” I nearly growled, holding her tight as I nuzzled her throat.
“Damn,” she laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”
She was clutching an envelope, and I wished to hell she’d leave her work at her office instead of bringing more files home.
“I was just thinking about how you need to stop taking those pills so that we can start our family,” I said softly, picking her up and carrying her straight to the bedroom.
Kate laughed, but as I set her on the bed, she could likely see the hunger in my eyes. Taking the envelope from her hand, she stopped me. “Be careful with that,” she said quickly.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Important work stuff.”
“Important life stuff, actually,” she said, sitting up. Her hair was getting even longer, and as I pulled her dress off and bra off, it spilled over her breasts.
“Seriously, what’s gotten into you?” she laughed as I yanked off her panties, throwing her back and flipping her legs over my shoulders so that I could dig in.
Caressing her inner thighs, I saw that she was already juicy for me. I plunged my tongue into her wetness, wanting to hear her soft moans as quickly as possible. Instantly I jumped back.
“What the hell is that weird taste?”
“Oh, that’s likely from the gel. It’s less than twelve weeks, so she had to do an internal ultrasound.”
“Huh?”
“Open the envelope,” she said softly, her eyes misting up like when she watched those weird chick flicks.
Sitting beside her on the bed, I pulled a photo from the cream envelope. It was grainy, and for a second I couldn’t make out what the hell I was looking at. Kate turned it around the other way, and pointed to the blob of a head, and a bean-shaped torso. There was a tiny blur that might have been an outstretched hand, almost as if it were trying to wave.
We were holding the very first photo of our baby.
Suddenly the entire photo went hazy as I blinked hard, nearly choking for air. Kate took the photo from my shaking hands, setting it safely on the table, then burying her face in my neck as I held her.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” I rasped.
“Too soon to tell,” she murmured, her fingers busily unbuttoning my shirt. “It’s still basically a blurry blob.”
“But it’s our blur,” I said, yanking my pants off so that I could be naked with her.
Although the urge to ram myself inside her was incredibly strong, I teased her gently with my finger first. It only took half a minute to feel her juices flowing.
Kissing my gorgeous wife, I could feel that she was instantly aroused for me, as always. Her fingers trailed along my chest, wandering along each group of muscles as she stared at me, grinning.
“My husband is so hot,” she giggled.
“Yeah? Well, my sweet kitten wife is so sexy that I’ve been thinking about her all day.”
Lying over her, I brought my throbbing cock between her legs, loving the way she grabbed it to rub the head against herself. Then she eased it inside just a bit. I nudged gently, opening her slowly, carefully.
Kate moaned softly, then smiled up at me. “It’s okay – you don’t have to be that cautious.”
“Yes, I really do,” I said, opening her snug pussy slowly with tiny, smooth strokes.
It reminded me of our very first time, when I was so worried that I’d plunge too deeply and hurt her.
But now my sweet girl wasn’t so shy. “I want all of it!” she laughed, giving my ass a playful smack. “Don’t you dare hold back or be gentle with me. I even asked the doctor – she said rough is fine until I’m nearly due.”
God, I loved it when she ordered me around. I adored our balance of commanding each other, both playfully and semi-seriously.
Staring into her beautiful eyes, I could see the flash of excitement as I sunk a little deeper. Running my thumb along her bottom lip, I held her mouth to mine, making her giggle against me.
Our kiss grew deeper, sexier, as I felt her hands wrap around my neck to pull me close. My fingertips glided up her sides, teasing around the edges of her incredible round breasts.
Kate’s tongue inched out, exploring my mouth as I flicked my thumbs across her taut nipples, always stroking deeper inside her.
Her heaving chest and wriggling hips showed me that she was just as excited and breathless as I was. Sinking completely inside her, we both groaned at the same time.
“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me, kitten. Grab the bar.”
It was bondage without the bother, as her hands reached up to grab a piece of the headboard, allowing me to lean back and admire her curvy, sensuous body writhing under mine. She knew she wasn’t allowed to let go until I commanded her.
“Ray…” She gasped, the plea in her voice driving me insane. “Harder.”
“No.”
Slow and steady, I slid all the way in and all the way out of her soft, wet pussy. Her head fell back as her spine arched, rocking up against me, craving every inch.
“Fuck, I love the way you feel around me,” I murmured, gripping her hips as I tried not to increase my pace.
Her wriggling became more erratic, and as soon as I dropped my thumb to her swollen button, She started going crazy. “Harder, please,” she moaned, her eyes wide and pleading.
“No.”
She stuck her lip out, pouting. I caught it between my teeth gently, but she retaliated by wrapping her legs around my waist, rocking up against me faster. I knew precisely what she was doing, and didn’t want to stop her.
“Are you misbehaving?” I growled.
She nodded, right on the verge of laughing as she fluttered her eyelashes at me. “Your naughty kitten needs you.”
My mouth fell to her ear. “Tell me.”
I loved that she was still a bit shy, and could barely whisper the words. But she always did. “Please… I need you to fuck me hard and fast. Let me feel it.”
“Feel what?”
“My gorgeous husband’s cock.”
She always knew exactly how to push my buttons. “Arms around my neck,” I ordered.
As soon as she was holding on, I scooped my free arm under her shoulders while massaging her clit faster.
She gripped me so hard it almost stung, and I began to grind into her. Each deep thrust made her moan, as her pussy tightened around me. The air around us nearly crackled, like just before lightning struck. I could feel her body beginning to tense, shift, as her breathing became irregular.
“I love you, kitten.”
Her mouth fell open to say it back, then her entire body seized, the climax rattling through her as her gasping cries took over.
Her perky breasts were bouncing, her face flushed as her snug pussy gripped me tightly. But it was her eyes that did me in, as they always did. Such beautiful warmth, that clearly said she was all mine.
Her hands slid down to grip my chest, her hips swiveling as she tried to pull me deeper. I exploded with a roar, pounding her so hard, so deep, as she moaned with pleasure.
“Yes... Oh Ray,” she cried, yanking my mouth to hers as we kissed frantically, then slower and slower as we stilled.
As we caught our breath, she said, “I was going to tell you that I love you too, but you sort of knocked the wind out of me.”
I chuckled, then shook my head. “Gentle, from now on.”
“Hell, no. I’ll let you calm down for the last few months, but don’t you dare hold out on me until then.”
“I’m sorry, remember our deal?” I tried to growl sternly while holding back a smirk. “Who is in charge in the bedroom here?”
Her nose crinkled as she laughed. My amazing girl knew full well that she was in charge at all times, no matter what games we pla
yed, and no matter what happened. My job was simply to care for her, please her, and give her everything she wanted.
Kissing her gently, I slid down to kiss her lower belly. “Hey, little buddy," I whispered, “I’m going to go make dinner for your mommy now, but we’re going to have a chat later about your behavior, so you understand that you and I have to be a team, and take care of our kitten at all times.”
Kate sat up, throwing her arms around me. “You’re going to be the best Dad.”
I smiled, kissing her nose. She had told me many times that I was the best husband, but that was only because I really listened to everything she needed. If I followed that strategy for being a father, I had a good feeling that things were going to turn out perfectly.
