The Nice Boxset

by Jasinda Wilder

  “I’m Lisa Scott. I’m Caden’s real estate agent.”

  Lisa had been the one hired by my parents’ estate lawyer to sell their house, and she’d been the first one I called when I’d come up with my idea. She’d been working nonstop for three days, but she had everything ready.

  “Real estate agent? Did I know you had a real estate agent?” Ever asked. She was confused, and I understood the trepidation I heard in her voice.

  “Lisa sold Mom and Dad’s house after Dad died. I was in Wyoming, so she did everything for me.” I turned to face Ever, took her hands in mine. “Trust me?”

  She nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out. “Of course I trust you. I’m just…confused as to what’s going on.”

  Lisa took over. “Well, why don’t we start by looking around.” She ushered us in to the living room, pointing out the open-plan kitchen, stainless steel appliances and dark granite countertops, sleek cabinets, the floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall of the living room.

  There were two bedrooms, a master and a smaller one, and I kept silent as Ever looked around, poked into closets and the en suite bathroom with the dual sinks, the second bathroom off the other bedroom.

  “What is this, Cade? Why are we here?” She waved at the condo. “This place is incredible, but…there’s no way we can afford this. My dad gave me some money to live on when I got accepted to Cranbrook, but it’s not enough to even put a down payment on a place like this.”

  I ducked my head, not wanting to explain. Lisa left us alone in the master bedroom, and I took a deep breath. “When Dad died, there was…life insurance. I was living with Gramps, working for him, and he was paying me ranch hand wages. Between that and the life insurance payout, I’ve been able to pay off school. I’ve got enough to get us this place, but I wanted to make sure you liked it, first.”

  I saw the shock, then watched her work through it. “This place is expensive, Cade. I love it, but…is it a bit much?”

  I shrugged. “Mom and Dad’s policy was…well, not so much that I’m, like, idle rich for the rest of my life. Not even close. But it’s enough. I can buy this place and still finish school. If we both work and go to school, we’ll be fine. Especially since I’m buying it outright.”

  Ever turned away from me and stared out the window at the traffic on Main Street. “Are you sure? I mean, isn’t that…all you have? Of them?”

  I stood behind her, wrapped one arm around her shoulders, buried my face in her hair. “It’s just money, Ev. It’s not…it’s not them. It’s not their memories. Do you want to live here with me?” I whispered in her ear, and she turned her head to the side, nuzzling against me. “The second bedroom can be your studio. You can paint there in that sexy shirt of yours all you want. And then I can come in here and take it off you and make love to you on the floor.”

  She giggled. “We could get a couch in there, and then you can fuck me on the couch, and then I can keep painting, naked, and you can watch.”

  “I like that plan.” I burrowed through her black locks and nibbled her ear. “So is it a yes?”

  She nodded. “Yes, baby. Yes.”

  Lisa had the paperwork ready, and the keys. After everything was formalized and finished, she left, congratulating us again.

  We spent the next several days picking out furniture and filling our new home with our things, hers and mine, and now…ours. Through it all, I found myself marveling at the fact that this beautiful, sensual, talented, incredible woman was my wife, mine forever. Day by day, we found a pattern. We’d get up early, eat breakfast together, go to our separate classes, come home and make dinner together and study together and draw and paint and watch TV together.

  Then, about a month after we moved in, on a Saturday, I was out looking for work, something close to home that I could use to supplement the insurance money with, which I knew wouldn’t last forever. I’d been gone all day, filling out applications and dropping off my resumé. By four o’clock, I was exhausted, stressed out, and sick of smiling for strangers. I drove home, let myself in, and kicked off my shoes, calling for Ever. She didn’t answer, but I heard music blaring from her studio.

  I slipped in, closed the door behind me, and watched her paint. She had on the shirt, nothing but the white button-down, her fine ass swaying to the beat as she painted, the hem brushing the backs of her thighs. She paused in her dancing to examine her work, then dabbed her brush into a splotch of pink and dragged it across the canvas, nodding. “Flapper Girl” by The Lumineers came on, and she moved with the song, her brushstrokes mimicking the rhythm of the song.

  I wasn’t sure how long I leaned against the door and watched her paint, and I didn’t care. Time was irrelevant. Only Ever mattered.

  In the silence between songs, Ever heard my foot scuff the carpet, and she whirled around, smiling at me, waving with her brush, inadvertently smearing paint on her forehead. I laughed, closed the space between us, my feet crinkling the tarp she’d put down.

  Ever watched me approach, her eyes widening, her breathing going shallow. I took the brush from her and the palette, set them down on the tarp. She reached for me, noticed paint on her fingers, and withdrew her hand. I grinned at her, took her hand and wiped the paint on my cheek. She laughed, and took her fingers from me, brushed at her shirtfront to clean them. I stilled her hands in mine, and then pressed a kiss to her neck, to her throat, above the hollow of her clavicle. She inhaled, pressed her palm to the back of my head.

  I freed the top button of her shirt, then the next, pausing to kiss each patch of flesh. Another button, and now her breasts were bare, her nipples hard buttons in my mouth. Another button, and two more, and then there was nothing between us, the shirt hanging open, loose on her shoulders. I glanced over, made sure the blinds were closed; she was mine, and I wouldn’t share the sight of her naked body with anyone. Especially not with what I planned to do with her.

  I stepped forward, into her, and she backed up. I took another step, and she matched it. Finally, her back was to the mirror she’d had me hang on the wall behind her easel, for her recent project, a series of self-portraits.

  “Turn around,” I told her.

  Ever obeyed, and I watched her eyes widen as she saw us, her torso bare between the edges of her shirt, her tits heavy and pale, the dark pink circles of her areolae with the erect nipples, her flat stomach and wide hips. She sucked in a breath as I ran my hands down her body, over her boobs and down her belly, over the tight mound of her pussy. She’d shaved it, recently, and I loved the feel of it freshly shaven, smooth and soft, the labia just begging me to open them and kiss them and slip between them.

  “You see us?” I asked her. “You see how gorgeous you are? How perfectly you fit in my hands?”

  She nodded, her nostrils flaring, her green eyes darkening with heat. “I need you. Get naked for me, Cade. Touch me. Put your cock in me.”

  I stripped quickly, and she turned in place, wrapped her hands around my cock, stroked me, fondled me. I stopped her when she moved to take me in her mouth. “Unh-uh, baby. Not this time.” I pivoted her to face the mirror. “Like this. Watch us.”

  I slid my hands on her body, palming her breasts, then down to slip a finger into the folds of her pussy. She moaned, arched her neck and back, writhing into my touch. Her eyes closed.

  “No, Ever. Open your eyes. Watch us.”

  Her eyes snapped open, and she watched my fingers move inside her, stroking her clit, digging deep to find her perfect spot and bring her to the cusp of orgasm. I gripped her hips and pulled her ass toward me. She widened her stance, shifted forward, keeping her eyes on me, on us, and I watched us in the mirror too as I slid my cock against the soft silk of her pussy. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as I plunged deep into her, fucked deep in a slow slide.

  “God…Cade. Cade. Yes—fuck, fuck, yes,” she groaned and growled, her palms flat on the wall beside the mirror.

  I had to work hard to hold back, to go slow. The sight of h
er bent over in front of me, her ass spread wide and crushed against me, it made me wild. Then my gaze went to the mirror and I could see her tits swaying and bouncing and jiggling as I thrust into her, a glimpse of my legs between hers, her face, her eyes wide and her mouth open and her expression primal and hot and desperate, and I had to fuck her harder, and she took it and begged for more, for me, pleaded my name.

  I slid out of her tight wet pussy, watching the slick movement of my cock going in and out, and I nearly lost it.

  “Cade…god I love this. I want more. Dirtier. Do something crazy. Something dirty. Fuck me, Cade. I like it dirty. Fuck me dirty…”

  I gasped and groaned, hard-pressed to stop from coming when she talked to me like that. “What—what do you want, baby? What do you want me to do you?”

  She started pressing back into my thrusts, her eyes locked on mine in the mirror. “I don’t—oh…god…spank me? Touch my ass?” I caressed her ass as I slid into her pussy, and then smacked her left cheek, not hard, but enough to make a resounding crack. Ever shrieked, but it wasn’t a pained sound. “God, yes! Do that again!” she gasped. I spanked her again, and again. “Touch me, Cade. You know what I want.” I did. I knew. I slowed my thrusts, focused my muscles on holding back, and then slid my middle finger down the crease of her ass. “Yes. Like that. Touch me. I know I’ll come so hard.”

  I found the tight, hot knot of muscle, pressed my finger against it. Ever shuddered, her counter-thrust strokes stuttering, faltering. She gasped, moaned, and then lifted up on her toes, moving her ass against my finger.

  “You like that?” I asked. “Does that feel good?” I pressed harder, wiggled my finger, and felt the knot loosen, and my fingertip slid into her asshole.

  Ever groaned long and hard, pressed her head against the mirror, trembling all over. “Yes, Cade…it feels so good. You don’t even know. You’re inside me, filling me all over. Everywhere. I’m gonna come so hard. You fit inside me so perfectly, so right, and your finger, fucking my asshole, it’s so good.”

  I had to slow, tense, hold back, on the verge of exploding inside her. I wanted to feel her come first. I wanted us to come together. She was close, and I wanted her there with me.

  She pushed away from the mirror, opened her eyes and met my gaze in the mirror. I worked my finger deeper inside her, and listened to her moans go louder and longer as I thrust my cock inside her.

  “Talk to me, Cade. I need to hear your voice when I come.”

  I reached with my free hand, cupped one of her big, swaying tits. “You feel so good, Ever. So good.” I wasn’t as good at talking dirty as she was. It took me some time to work my way into it. “I love watching your tits bounce when I fuck you like this.”

  Ever shifted her rhythm, going from smooth and slow to hard and fast, accentuating the motion of her boobs. She did it for me, and I responded by trying an in-and-out wiggle of my middle finger, mimicking the way my cock moved inside her.

  “Yes, baby, like that. I love that.” I let go of her breast and watched them both move, jiggle and sway. “I’m so close, Ev. I’m gonna come soon. I can’t hold it back much longer.”

  She was breathless, and both of us were sweating, our skin sliding and our sweat mingling. “Don’t hold back, Cade. Come for me, right now. Fuck me so hard that you can’t stop.”

  My finger was inside her to the first knuckle, and I slid it incrementally deeper, and she groaned with every motion of my hand. “I love your ass, Ev. Your asshole is so tight, I almost can’t move my finger any more.” I felt the impending explosion rise within me, and felt my words loosen, tumble out without direction, felt my hips start to piston harder, felt her ass bounce with every thrust, watched in the mirror as her tits bounced so beautifully with the rhythm of our love. “I’m right there, baby. I’m so hard, so deep inside you. Jesus, fuck, I’m coming, baby. I’m coming, Ever, right now. Come with me, love…”

  “If You Want Me” by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova played in the background, my brain tuning in to the music abruptly.

  “Caden…Caden…” Ever rocked back into me, matching my thrusts with her own, matching my need and my passion and my hunger, satisfying me perfectly even as she made me want her even more. I felt her quake, felt her pussy tighten around my cock, felt her body shake and shudder, felt her asshole clamp down around my finger. “I’m coming, my love…I can feel your cock exploding inside me, Caden. Fuck me harder, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

  Her words made me wild, primal and unstoppable, and I came in that moment, exploding with the rhythm of her words. She was chanting my name, pushing back into me, thrusting against my gliding cock, panting, screaming. I couldn’t take my eyes off of us, off my reflection above her and behind her, her face straining and her breasts moving and her soft pale skin, and nothing, nothing had ever been this good, not ever.

  Our eyes locked as our mutual orgasms collided and our souls merged, coalescing through our gazes.

  Time slowed and stopped, and the love I saw shining in Ever’s luminous jade gaze was indescribable, overflowing and overwhelming and at once potent and so tender. I tried to let my own expression flow with how I felt, the upwelling surge of passion for this woman, this amazing person who had given herself to me so completely, so trustingly. Our movement slowed, and I slipped out of her folds, gathered her against me. My knees shook, sweat beaded on my skin, my breath came in gasps, but I lifted her in my arms and carried her into our bedroom, settled her gently on our bed. She burrowed into me, let her hand skate over my skin.

  “I love you, Ever. I wish those words were stronger, I wish I had some way of expressing it better.”

  She tilted her face to look up at me. “You just did, baby.”

  I grinned. “That was pretty fucking intense.”

  “You mean it was pretty intense fucking?”

  “That too.” I kissed her temple, her forehead, her cheekbone. “But it was more than fucking, Ever. So much more.”

  She shrugged. “It’s just a word, Cade. For us, everything we do is…more. We have sex, and its making love, because that’s what it’s expressing, every single time, whatever kind of sex it is. Whether it’s hot and hard and dirty, or soft and slow, it’s making love. It’s fucking. It’s boning. It’s shagging. It’s…all the slang words, I guess. It’s pure and it’s perfect and I love it, whatever you call it. I just like the word ‘fucking’ because it…I don’t know, it turns me on for some reason. I don’t know if I can explain it any better than that. I love fucking you. I love being fucked by you. Because it’s you and me, it’s not…it’s not less, or less important, or anything because of what word we use.”

  She kissed my breastbone, and her hand smoothed over my stomach, found my cock and fondled it. Her mouth was hot and moist on my skin, her hand soft, her fingers caressing and manipulating me into arousal. I wondered, as she kissed my torso and fondled my growing erection, if I would ever get used to this, with her, if I would ever take it for granted, if I would ever get tired of it. I couldn’t see how that would be possible. Every time we made love, every time I kissed her, it felt better than the last time. Every time we came together, I felt closer to her than ever, more intertwined with her, more tangled up in her.

  “Don’t—don’t ever leave me, Ever,” I whispered, fiercely, desperately, needily.

  She paused, glanced at me. Her eyes blazed. “Never, Caden. Never. I promise you. I’ll never leave you.”

  Ever

  * * *

  “Little House” by Amanda Seyfried played in the studio, the soft strains floating to us. Cade’s eyes were closed, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t take my gaze from his body. I couldn’t stop touching him. He was growing hard in my hand, slowly responding to my touch. I wanted this to last forever, this feeling of anticipation, completely sated, flush with his love, yet still ravenous for him, ready to feel him inside me again, fill me again, sate me all over again.

  The only thing in th
e way was having to pee. I whispered, “Be right back,” to him, heard him murmur an acknowledgement, and went into the bathroom to pee and clean up a bit. When I came back, he’d rolled to his side, facing me, watching me approach through slitted eyes. I added a sashay to my hips for him, and melted at the smile he gave me.

  It was intoxicating, the way he wanted me, the way he needed me, responded to me. The slightest touch, a kiss, a simple caress, and he would moan, growl, go hard. I could bring him to the edge of coming within seconds of touching him.

  It was just as dizzying a high belonging to him. I was his, completely. He knew me, owned and controlled my body, my pleasure. I gave him everything I had, and he did the same for me, and together, we knew total ecstasy in every touch, every kiss, every moment spent naked and writhing together.

  All this passed through my mind as I climbed into our bed, twisted to lay on my side, slid my back against his front. He kissed the round of my shoulder, pulled my hair away and kissed my ear, my neck. His hand cradled my breast, and I felt my nipple aching for his touch. I shimmied my hips against his groin, and felt the rewarding prod of his hard cock thick against my ass.

  I wondered, briefly, about that, having him in me there, but then his fingers danced over my belly, distracting me, and I moaned as his touch tripped down over the shaved mound of my pussy and between the tender, sensitive lips, and his touch brought heat billowing through my core, the slick, wet heat of desire.

  “Oh god, Cade…” I moaned, “I need you.”

  “I’m so hard it hurts,” he whispered in my ear. “Already. What do you do to me?”

  “Same thing you did to me.”

  I was rocking into his hand by that point, writhing on his two middle fingers, panting and riding the verge of orgasm. I reached behind me and grasped his hot, silky hard erection, shifted my hips and draped my leg over his thigh. He bit my earlobe and breathed my name, “Ever…” and then I felt his huge cock glide into me, and I was complete again, filled by him.