Tony

by C. M. Steele

  Chapter Four

  Rosalyn

  “The movie was great,” Maggie says as we walk out of the movie theater.

  “Right?” I mutter, barely hearing her.

  “Earth to Rosalyn. Come in.” She waves her hand in front of my face.

  “What’s up? You look upset.”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t nothing me.” She pulls my arm and I come to a stop in front of a couple who huff as they move around us. “Fuck off,” she hisses at them and turns back to me. “What’s going on?”

  “It’s really nothing.”

  “No it’s not. Are you and my brother fighting?”

  “No. What makes you think that?” We’re not fighting because we’re not even talking these days.

  “You called me out of the blue wanting to hang out. Not that I mind, but you also haven’t checked your phone since we got here, and you look freaking miserable.”

  “It’s just your brother’s been working late and…”

  “You think he’s cheating, don’t you?” she shouts.

  “I don’t know what to think.”

  “Girl, please. The man is obsessed with you.”

  “I doubt that. He’s been working nonstop even to the point that I’m already sleeping when he gets home.”

  “Look. Let’s talk in the car.” We walk to my car and climb in. As soon as the doors close, she turns to me and continues, “We grew up poor. My dad died before I could walk, forcing my mother in a very tight spot. We lost our home, starved many nights, and lived in poverty. Tony promised us the day he got his first job that we would never know the feeling of true hunger again. He’s probably just doing what he has to do to keep his company successful for the both of you and any little nugget you bring into this world. Look, talk to my brother. I’m positive that he’s madly in love with you and would do anything to make you happy.”

  “Thanks, Maggie. I needed that. I’m drowning in self-doubt, fear. You won’t believe what happened this morning.”

  “What?”

  “The lady next door walked in on her husband with his assistant. She packed up and left his ass, but I’d think I’d die if Tony…”

  “Don’t go there. I know my brother. You two may have only been together for a hot minute but trust me when I say you’re it for him.”

  “His assistant makes me feel otherwise. Is she pretty?”

  “I’d say she is, but Tony’s never paid that bitch any mind. I don’t doubt she wants his money, so tell him that you don’t like her. He’ll always pick you over anyone else.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “The hell you can’t. Stand up for yourself and your future.”

  “Okay. Let’s get you home so I can wait for Tony to get off.” I drop her off ten minutes later and their mom waves to me. I wave back and power up my phone before pulling out of their driveway.

  I’m about halfway home when my phone buzzes with messages from Tony. He sounds pissed which irritates me, so I call him to let him know I’m on my way. He’s got a lot of nerve to be angry with me.

  Chapter Five

  Tony

  I’m about to break and call her again when my phone rings. I see her name take a calming breath before answering. “Hey, honey. I’m almost home. I just turned my phone back on.” What the fuck?

  “Why was it off in the first place?” I seethe. Was she seeing someone else? I know I had to go back to work and things went to shit, but I doted on her, and we fucked almost every night. Well, not this week. I’ve been working late every night. It’s been a long, lonely week, but we were both virgins when we met so I can’t see why she’d seek someone else so soon. Fuck, ever. I’ll kill a bastard that dares to put a hand on my wife.

  “I went to the movies with your sister,” she remarks as if my whole world hasn’t been upended.

  “No cares, it seems,” I scoff, hating how absurd I sound to myself.

  “I’m sorry? I thought you had to work late again.” The venom in her voice hasn’t gone unnoticed, and I feel like a prick.

  “I’m sorry my hours have been too long,” I sigh. I really am.

  “Too long my ass,” she hisses. It hits me that she’s under the impression that I’m having an affair. “Listen, Tony. I’m driving. I’ll be home soon.” She ends the call.

  I stand there as anger builds in me. I want to spank her ass for talking while driving but mostly for thinking I’m having an affair. That’s why she wants to leave me? Where the hell would she get that idea other than I’ve had to work a fuck ton more.

  I wait in the living room in my chair with a new drink in my hand, counting down the seconds until she returns. I can't let her leave me. I'm going to have to do whatever I have to do to keep her. Even if it’s reminding her how much she loves crying out my name as she comes.

  The clock on the wall pisses me off as the silence amplifies the “tick-tock.”

  About a hundred ticks later the jingle of her keys gives me some relief and then the panic sets in. I brace myself for the words coming out of her mouth, but she comes in and doesn't call out for me. I'm getting more and more pissed by the second. Finally she makes it into the living room and stops to stare at me.

  "So what movie did you two see?"

  She stammers for a bit since the side table light is the only illumination in the room. "Emma."

  I rub the stubble on my chin, tilting my head as I stare at the only woman to ever captivate me. "Are you sure?"

  She slams her hands on her sexy hips and yells. "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

  "I'm just wondering why you did all you could not to call or message me before you went out in the first place."

  "You work all damn hours. I don't want to interrupt your busy schedule." There’s a sense of hatred, disgust in her tone that pisses me off. I’ve told her every single day that she’s to call me whenever she wants without hesitation.

  "I always want to hear from you." I stand, setting my glass down on the side table.

  I close the distance between us. Pulling her in closer to me with my hands on her waist. She smells so fucking good, I run my nose over her pulse, breathing in my wife. "You're mine, Rosalyn," I whisper along her skin, sending goosepimples down her arms.

  "Are you sure you're mine?" She challenges me as if she really believes I’m cheating. I look into her eyes to see the truth hidden in those gorgeous honey rich eyes. Lust is taking over the hurt in them, but she still has doubts.

  "I’d never cheat on you. You have to know that. I live for you—only you. I'm about to show you." One hand slides up the back of her head, cradling it while my other hand moves down to her ass, pulling her flush against my hard cock. She moans before I press my lips to hers and still, she stubbornly refuses to kiss me back.

  “Open up,” I demand, tugging on her long, chocolate strands with a firmness that she enjoys. Rosalyn parts her lips and lets me inside, sliding my tongue along hers. I groan, tensing as my cock stiffens painfully against my zipper. The strain in my suit pants is more than I can bear, but this isn’t about me. This is about showing my love that she’s mine and no one else’s.” My hands shake with need and adrenaline.

  “You are mine. I’m not letting you go. I’ll do whatever I must.” I grab the hem of her blouse and lift it over her head. Her tits bounce lightly in the thin, smooth dark gray bra that barely covers her nipples. Her tits are more than a handful, but thankfully I have large hands. I drag one cup down and glide my tongue over her nipple, getting the dark pink flesh nice and stiff for me. Sucking it hard, I bite and cause her to grip my hair and bring me closer. I love how hungry she gets for me. I can smell the heat rising up between her legs, calling me like always.

  Rosalyn reaches around and undoes the clasp. I pull back just enough to let it fall to the floor, but I can’t keep my hands off of her. They skim all over her torso, touching her as if marking her as mine.

  I drop to
my knees and pull down her yoga pants, taking her panties with them. I want her pussy on my tongue before I lose my fucking mind. I want Rosalyn to come apart for me, knowing I’m the only one who can do this to her. “Are you going to coat my tongue?” I grunt out, running my nose over her mound.

  “Yes, Tony,” she cries out, thrusting her fingers into my hair, desperately looking for more. I nudge her thighs apart and slap her clit. She’s got a lot to answer for, but the only thing I need now is her cum on my tongue. “Tony, oh my God. Tony.”

  With my face buried between her thighs, I growl out, “Good girl,” and pump two fingers into her soaking wet heat that I made that way. Slipping my tongue through her slit, I lick her cunt like a kid with an ice cream cone in the middle of summer. I better lick it up before any of her juices escape. I’m so damn thirsty for her orgasm that I finger fuck her faster and then suck on her tender bud. I glance up at her as I wring out her orgasm. I love watching the way she comes just for me.

  I love her so damn much.

  Slowly I kiss my way up her body, nipping her belly gently. I need to put a baby in here, so I truly let every bastard know she’s mine. I’ve been praying that I did that job, but I haven’t been lucky enough yet. “I love the way you come for me, Rosalyn.”

  I stand straight, creating just a half-foot of distance between us so I can take off my shirt. Her eyes widen with admiration, and I never get sick of that look. The feel of her fingers over my chest temporarily eases the raging panic in me. Taking a deep breath, I absorb her touch, amplifying my hunger for her.

  I can’t lose her. Scooping her up, I carry her to our bedroom. “Tony, you don’t have to carry me.”

  “I want to carry my wife.” There’s gritty anger to my words, and she heard it. She tilts her head a little, but she doesn’t bring up the divorce. As far as I’m concerned, that’s not going to happen and strengthens my need to claim my wife.

  As soon as the door closes, I drop her onto the bed and strip off the rest of my clothes. Naked, I stalk toward the bed and grab her legs, parting them wide, dragging them off the bed and around my waist. With my cock at her entrance, I plunge deep inside. Leaning over with my palms on the bed, I stare into my wife’s honey-colored eyes that drive me wild. “You’re mine, Rosalyn Alexander. Do you need a reminder, wife? I believe you do.”

  I own her body, fucking her hard. Bending down, I suck her dusky nipple into my mouth, enjoying the sounds of her moans as I relish the feel of Rosalyn under me. Our sweat building with the contact, hearts racing as I possess her body. It doesn’t take long for her to fall apart, coming on my length, and I follow her over.

  Chapter Six

  Rosalyn

  The morning sun starts to push its way up into the sky, but we’ve spent the night fucking repeatedly clinging to each other wildly. I try to catch my breath as Tony wraps his arms around me like steel bands as if he’s afraid I’m gonna disappear. I love the feel of him. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Maybe he missed me that much. He’s been working nonstop, and I’ve been too tired for our usual passionate nights. Last night as I began to fall asleep, I heard the words that I’ve longed to hear since we met — I love you. He whispered them like they were a terrible secret. As if he was scared I didn’t feel the same way. I fell for the man quickly, becoming his from the first moment that our eyes met. That memory sits fresh in my head like it was just yesterday that we were standing outside of a strip club in Vegas.

  Those words assuaged my jealous heart. I love you.

  I feared that when I finally married that my husband would claim he had to work late only to be banging his assistant. Last night, I almost was going to cave to my jealousy of his late nights, but my mother told me to trust and talk to him. When he got all grumpy with me, I knew he’d been jealous. He came home early to see me, and I’d been gone. My mother suggested that I could be pregnant when I called her before going out with Tony’s sister Maggie. My caveman would love that. I can’t wait to see him hold our baby one day. I love him so much it makes my chest hurt.

  I climb out of bed, trying not to wake the beast because I need some coffee before he makes me forget everything but his touch. Slipping on one of his tee shirts, I walk downstairs and toward the kitchen. I’m nearly there when I see his office door wide open, and his desk has been cleared. I pick up the laptop, which has been completely ruined. At first, jealousy rips through me. Please don’t tell me he was in there with someone else. No. He wouldn’t, but I need to know what happened. I rush back upstairs and onto the bed, straddling him. “What was going on in the office? Please tell me you didn’t…”

  “Didn’t what? Didn’t see that you were looking for a divorce lawyer?”

  “Oh my God.” I jump off him, feeling like an asshole. That’s why he called angry, wondering where I was and why I didn’t answer even though I was with his sister. It’s why he fucked me with a crazy possessiveness that was intensely pleasurable, and then held me with just as much vulnerability.

  He drags me back, sitting up and pulling me onto his lap. “That’s all you have to say? What did I do? Do I work too much? I’ll try to work from home more.”

  “Oh, Tony, I’m sorry. That wasn’t for me.” Tears fall from my eyes. He wipes them away, kissing my lips softly. I pull my face away to let him know what happened yesterday. “The neighbor next door came over and wanted to look it up. She caught her husband having an affair. She went to her mother’s after she looked up a lawyer and made contact. I’m sorry.” As I’m apologizing it strikes me. “Wait? How did you know I looked that up? Were you tracking my search history?”

  “No, it pops up with keywords just under the search bar and says recent search history.”

  “Oh, well. You goof. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

  “That’s good because I’d chase you wherever you went and drag you back home where you belong. I love you to the point of insanity. From the first moment I met you I knew you belonged with me.”

  “I’m worried about losing you. I thought maybe you were having an affair when I saw the office a wreck.”

  “Baby, I’m not going anywhere, and you’re the only one I’d risk destroying my work to fuck. Now how about we get cleaned up and I make breakfast. Then I’ll eat your pussy out while you load the dishwasher.”

  “Sounds dangerous.”

  “Fuck it. Let me just eat you out now.” He flips me onto my back and licks his way down my body, spreading me open and taking what he wants. I need more. My fingers thrust into his thick hair and I grip it as I rock my mound in his face.

  “Yes, Tony. Take what’s only for you.” I come hard and nearly pass out on the bed when he slides back into me.

  “I love you my Rosalyn. Don’t ever leave me.” There’s a plea in his harsh, dominant words.

  “I won’t. Now use me and take what you need,” I pant out, gripping onto his strong biceps.

  “I need to hear my name from your lips as you squeeze your juices all over me.” He rubs his thumb on my nub as he pounds into me until we both fall apart. I can forget about coffee. Sleep is all I want. I nestle into my husband and fall straight asleep.

  “Wake up, sleeping beauty,” Tony whispers in my ear. I open my eyes and stare at his handsome face. He hasn’t shaved in a couple of days and I like it. Running my fingers over his scruffy jaw, I watch his eyes close and a groan come from him.

  “Woman. We can’t stay in bed all day. I have to feed you.”

  “I know. I just love that we get some time together. Even on the weekends you’re working like crazy.” I sit up and he backs up on his knees. “Wait, it’s Friday. Shouldn’t you be at the office?”

  “I canceled everything to work this out. Nothing else matters to me if I don’t have you Rosalyn. You opened up my eyes to a life I only wished to have.”

  “When you say sweet things like that I only want to stay in bed.”

  “Tough, get your pretty ass up and in the sho
wer. We have a day to enjoy together, and I want to show you all that Dallas has to offer.”

  “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere. You don’t have to bribe me,” I tease.

  “Woman, I’m going to spank your pretty ass and fuck you really good, but after we get home.”

  “Fine. I’ll be in the shower. I need a snack at least.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Some watermelon.”

  “Okay. Only a little though since we’re going out to eat and watermelon makes you full.” He’s right. I could eat a half of a watermelon, but I’ll regret it later.

  “I’ll be down in twenty.”

  Chapter Seven

  Tony

  After a day of taking my woman around town, feeding her some of my favorite treats in the city, the beast in me has settled. There’s a lot more to discuss, but for now, I’m a happy man. Our relationship is so new that we both have to let in that trust. My phone rings just as I get out of the shower. It’s my assistant. “Hello Cynthia, what is it?”

  “Dax can’t make the trip. He’s out sick.” I growl and slam my head into my hand, rubbing my face.

  After taking a deep breath, I come up with a plan. “Okay. I’ll be taking my wife with me then.”

  “Sir, do you really want to take her there when you’ll be working all day?” I know she means well, but she has no idea how much Rosalyn means to me.

  “Cynthia, that’s not your concern. I’m taking Rosalyn with me.”

  “Sorry. Yes, sir.” I end the call and walk into my closet for some clothes.

  When I step out into the bedroom again to get dressed, Rosalyn watches me with her arms crossed. “What’s wrong?”

  “How do you feel about going to South Padre Island for a work trip?” I ask. I’m taking her regardless, but at least I want her to believe she has a choice. I’m still recovering from the scare I had last night.

  “You want me to go?” The pure look of surprise and excitement makes me smile.