by Nikki Ash
My entire body visibly relaxes at his words. His ability to calm me is almost unnerving. He gives me soft kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my chin, and then works his way down. I think he’s going to kiss me between my legs, but instead he grabs my waist and flips me over onto my stomach so I’m lying face down.
Before I can even question his motives, Bentley gives my ass a hard slap causing me to moan loudly as my pussy muscles clench together. I can’t see what he’s doing but I feel his teeth on my ass cheeks as he bites down and then licks the bite mark to soothe away the pain. Bentley is an expert at finding the perfect balance between pain and pleasure.
His one hand begins to massage the area he bit while his other hand goes under me and begins to play with my pussy, swiping up the juices that are already flowing, grazing my clit and then moving away from it.
“Bentley… Oh God… Please…”
He chuckles at my incoherent words and then I feel it. His finger, that was just in my pussy, moves into my puckered hole. He’s using my juices as a lubricant, and while I should be worried, my thoughts drift back to the last time his finger was in there and how good it felt. Remembering the pleasure his finger brought me, my ass automatically raises up in an attempt to push against it seeking that same pleasure once again.
“Patience, baby,” he whispers in response.
With my ass in the air, he reaches back under me and sticks his fingers back into my pussy, gathering up more of my juices, moving them to my ass. He does this a few more times, until I can feel his finger slide right in. I can’t help the groan that comes out of me.
With one finger in my ass, he moves his other hand back to my pussy and begins to rub the sensitive nub.
“Play with your nipples, baby.”
Leaning onto my elbows, I grab ahold of my nipples playing with them. My body is completely over stimulated and my orgasm is building at an almost alarming rate. Bentley adds another finger to my ass while simultaneously rubbing harder against my clit.
I’m just about to explode, when I feel his cock enter my pussy in one swift motion. It’s all too much and I completely lose it. My pussy contracts, my clit throbs, and as if that isn’t enough he pushes his fingers deeper into my ass massaging my insides. My body begins to tremble as I explode, coating him with my release.
Bentley picks up the pace going deeper and harder and then he’s coming with me.
“Fuuuckkk, Kayla, you feel so fucking good.” We both come down from our high and he pulls out.
“Holy shit, woman. You soaked my cock.”
Neither of us makes any move to get up. Bentley drops to the side of me and rolls me to the side with him. With my back to his front, he spoons me close, and we both quickly drift to sleep.
* * *
I wake up in the morning, looking around, and quickly remember where we are. I glance down and laugh that we’re both still naked, and then look at my left hand to see the beautiful engagement ring.
I go to get up to take a shower, but Bentley pulls me back in to his body.
“Uh-uh. Stay here.”
“I need to shower and then we need to get dressed to meet everyone for breakfast.”
“Only if we can shower together.”
I laugh at his cuteness. “Always.”
I turn the water on and let it heat up. Bentley comes in with a couple of towels and opens the door for us to go in. Grabbing the soap, I wash his body and remember back to all those years ago in the shower when he wouldn’t have sex with me because he didn’t have a condom.
I take the washcloth and stroke his dick, watching it get harder the more attention I give it. When it gets hard enough, I let the water rinse it off before I bend down and stick it in my mouth.
“Damn, woman,” Bentley grunts.
His dick is throbbing in my mouth as I suck it root to tip. I know if I can keep going I can make him come, but that’s not what I want.
I stand and Bentley looks at me confused. After pushing him lightly to sit on the bench, I turn around to face away from him and then guide my pussy right onto his hard shaft.
“Holy shit!” he growls when I’m seated all the way on his hard length.
After a few seconds of adjusting to him being inside of me, I start to move up and down, fucking him while his hand goes to my clit to help me along. Our wet bodies slap against each other as I continue to ride him. Neither of us lasts long, both of us our finding our release within minutes.
I get off of him and turn around to see a huge smile on his face. He grabs my ass and pulls me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him. He kisses me deeply, until the shower turns cold and we’re forced to get out.
We’re all sitting down to breakfast at a little restaurant at the base of the mountain. The closer you get the crazier the mountain looks. I’ve never skied before, but how much harder can it be than surfing?
We haven’t even gotten comfortable when Liz is the first to notice the beautiful multi-carat princess cut ring on my finger.
“Bentley! What happened to the plan?” She lets out a frustrated huff that makes me giggle.
Yep! I freaking giggle. That’s what Bentley does to me. Turns me into a giggling, lovesick, emotional, woman, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“She happened.” Bentley nods toward me like that’s the answer to all of life’s questions.
“We had a plan!”
“Well she walked out of the bathroom in this black see-through nightgown and the plan was shot to hell. It’s not my fault. It’s hers.”
The guys all laugh, but the girls still look mad.
“Hey, it’s okay. It was romantic and sweet,” Kayla says.
Everybody congratulates us and then we order breakfast before heading to the slopes.
* * *
I would like it to be known on record that skiing and snowboarding are nothing like surfing. While the snow here is absolutely gorgeous, I’ve given up on trying to do anything on that damn mountain that’s full of it—it’s much better to look at than try to ride on. I’ll stick to the water, thank you very much. After a couple hours of falling on my ass over and over again, I gave up and told Bentley to have a blast. We can still make this a family tradition, but I’ll be spending my time indoors by the fireplace with a hot cup of coffee.
Which is exactly what Liz, Hayley, and I are all doing right now—sitting in the resort’s lobby drinking a hot coffee by the fireplace and gossiping like the girls we are.
“I can’t believe Ashley is still out there trying to snowboard. Maybe Kaden is a better teacher,” Liz says.
“I’m glad she has Kaden. They have become good friends. She needs someone like him. I don’t know what her ex did to her, but she deserves to be happy.”
“What about you? Are you happy?” Liz questions.
“I am.” And for the first time in a long time it’s the truth.
“Before Bentley, it felt like I was just going through the motions, but with him it’s so much more.”
“I’m so happy for you. I never imagined we would both be with amazing guys, have kids, and soon both of us will be married.”
“Yeah, we’ve come a long way from the scared eighteen-year-old’s taking care of Bella on our own.”
“That’s for damn sure.”
I look over at Hayley and she’s kind of checked out staring at the fireplace. “Hayley, what about you? Are you happy?”
She ponders the question for a few seconds before shrugging her shoulders. “I think I am. I have a nice home, a good job, parents that are loving and supportive. I just feel like I’m missing something. I want a guy to come home to, a baby to kiss and love on. I’m thirty-two years old and I’m scared it’s not going to happen. I gave up all my younger years to focus on school, and then medical school. I just wonder if it was worth it.”
I move closer to Hayley to give her a hug and then Liz joins in. “It’s going to happen, Hayley. If it could happen for me, it can happen for you.”
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�Yes! Seriously! If the queen of anti-love can fall in love, it can happen for anybody!” Liz says.
We all laugh and once we end our group hug we continue our gossiping until the guys and Ashley return ready for dinner.
The rest of the weekend flies by and before I know it, we’re back home and are picking up Faith from Bentley’s parents. We announce our engagement and they’re both overjoyed.
Kathleen gives me a hug and, through happy tears, says, “Welcome to the family… officially.”
Bentley’s dad is next, and when he hugs me, he whispers, “I’ve always wanted a daughter. Thank you.”
I’m choked up and overwhelmed with the amount of love this small family holds within them. I’m almost positive the conversation with my parents won’t be this heartfelt.
“When are you guys thinking of getting married?” Kathleen asks as we walk to the door to say our goodbyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to wait too long. I was thinking maybe a February wedding? Something small for sure.”
Bentley, of course, says, “You can have any wedding you want. If you want small we can have small, but if you want a big wedding we can do that.”
I’m starting to realize Bentley isn’t worried about money at all. I can tell his parents have money, and based on our trip and the fact that he can stay home with Faith on his savings, shows me he’s good with money, but he must realize it will run out eventually.
“We’ll see. There’s no reason to waste money. Especially with us only having one income.”
Bentley’s mom looks a bit confused but simply says, “Sweetie, you’ll only get married once. Do it the way you want to.”
We say goodbye and head home. If I’m honest, I don’t really care about the wedding. I just want to be married to Bentley and share a last name with him and our daughter.
Thirty
Kayla
The next couple weeks quickly pass by. Work is going great, Faith is almost six months old, and Christmas is right around the corner. Of course with all the good there must be bad to balance it out, which is why I’m not surprised when I get a call from my mom a few days before Christmas.
“Why did I have to hear it from your brother you’re getting married?”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ve just been busy with work and Faith and Bentley.”
“Well I would imagine so when you are the only person working in the family.”
I let out a small sigh knowing exactly where this is going. “Mom, Bentley might not be working, but he’s still paying all the bills. He also has refused to let me pay for any of the Christmas presents, and last week when my car was acting up, we went out and bought me a brand new BMW SUV. He’s refusing to let me make the payment, even though it’s in my name.”
“Kayla, I understand you think you’re in love so your blinders are on, but what happens if it doesn’t work out? Can you afford the car payment to the vehicle that is in your name? Can you afford a place if he kicks you out of his apartment? You even work at the gym his best friend owns. After all the years of hearing your father and I tell you our stories you would think you’d be smarter than this. Please don’t act stupid.”
I want to argue with her, but my insecurity begins to creep in. Am I putting all my metaphorical eggs into Bentley’s basket and simply hoping he doesn’t drop it?
“I’m going to marry him, Mom. So what do you suggest I do?”
“Why don’t I draw up a prenuptial agreement for you?”
“Mom… I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Just hear me out. It will detail that if your marriage doesn’t work how the custody arrangement and child support will go. It will cover you so that if you split up he can’t go after you for money because you’ve been working and he hasn’t been. This is what I do for a living, Kayla.”
I don’t like the thought of starting a marriage with a paper stating what will happen if it ends, but it won’t hurt to check it out. “Okay, mail it to me and I’ll read through it. I’m not saying I’m going to use It, but I’ll check it out.”
“Thank you, Kayla.”
“Are you and Dad coming up for Christmas?”
“No, we have some major cases to handle. Holidays are a busy time for divorce. Once the Christmas spirit has worn off and people are left with the debt their true colors shine through and, more often than not, it tends to end with divorce.”
“Okay, well, I’ll send you some pictures of Faith.”
“Okay, Kayla.”
And without even a goodbye or I love you she’s gone.
Thirty-One
Bentley
It’s Christmas morning and even though Faith is only six months old that didn’t stop us from buying her every gift possible in her age range plus several others she won’t be ready for for several months. Last night we had Christmas Eve dinner with everybody at Liz and Cooper’s place. They have the large dining room, so naturally it’s where we all go for each holiday—either there or my parents’ place.
What nobody knows is soon we’ll have one more place to go. As an engagement gift, I’ve purchased a home for us. What’s awesome is it’s right down the street from Cooper and Liz. When we were driving by it a few weeks ago, Kayla pointed out how pretty it was and I knew I had to check it out. It turned out the inside was recently completely renovated and move-in ready. I signed on the dotted lines and have the keys wrapped up as one of her gifts to surprise her.
I plan to add Kayla’s name to the deed, but I have to wait because I don’t want to give away the surprise.
“Babe, can you go grab my camera from my pajama drawer? I threw it in there the other day,” Kayla asks while holding onto Faith as she swipes at the wrapping paper laughing at the ripping sound it makes.
“Sure.” I run to our room and open the drawer that holds all her pajamas, but I don’t see the camera. Maybe she meant her lingerie drawer? I open that drawer and sure enough find the camera. I’m about to close it when I see a large manila envelope addressed to her from her parents’ law firm.
Opening it up, I see a contract between Kayla and me. The only thing missing are our signatures. As I skim through the attorney bullshit lingo, I see shit like custody arrangements, child support, alimony depending on the length of the marriage, and then a clause stating I give up the right to request money because I’m choosing to be unemployed. What the fuck? She had her mother draw up a fucking prenuptial agreement?
I grab the stack of papers and bring them over to the dresser, find a pen, and begin writing. Once I’m done I grab a suitcase and pack it then walk across the hall over to Faith’s room to pack some stuff for her as well. I’m so fucking pissed I can’t be here with this woman another fucking second.
I zip up the luggage and head to the living room. Caleb is sitting on the couch laughing as Faith crawls across the floor to get to the new toys we’ve already opened. He looks up and smiles at me. He doesn’t smile often, but Faith tends to bring out the softie in him. I don’t even have it in me to smile back.
I walk over to Faith and pick her up. She squeals from the shock of flying through the air into my arms. I hold her close and inhale her perfect baby scent. “I love you, baby girl. I’ll see you soon.” I give her a kiss on her cheek and set her back down.
“Hey, did you find the camera?” Kayla asks, looking back at me while picking up some of the trash. There is so much I want to say to her, but I won’t do it in front of our daughter. She may be too young to understand, but I’ll never put her in the middle of our fights.
“Yeah, here you go. I gotta go.” I throw the camera to her and her brows dip in confusion.
“Wait, go where? It’s Christmas morning.” She stands to come closer to me, but I can’t handle this right now.
I back up toward the door. “I’m going to stay at my parents’ house for a couple days while I get my place ready. I’ll let you know where to drop Faith off when you go back to work.”
Caleb doesn’t say a word. He
just sits and watches the conversation.
Kayla looks scared, although I don’t know why. She was so scared of getting her heart broken every step of the way. Meanwhile she had no problem breaking mine over and over again.
“What’s going on?” she asks, her voice thick with emotion.
I glance back down at our daughter who is oblivious to what’s happening. “I don’t want to argue with you in front of Faith. We’re done. I’m done.”
I walk out the door and it takes everything in me not to slam it shut and then beat the shit out of everything within my reach.
As I drive over to my parents’ house, my phone buzzes next to me, but I can’t answer it. Not yet, anyway. Regardless of what happens, Kayla and I’ll be in each other’s lives until the day we die in some way or another. We have a child together. There are going to be birthdays, holidays, graduations, hopefully Faith’s wedding one day down the road (far down the road), maybe grandkids. I’m going to have to get along with Kayla, but right now I’m too fucking hurt.
What I don’t get is why she didn’t mention anything to me about a prenup. Doesn’t she see that by drawing up a contract for if or when we divorce she’s already setting us up for failure? And how ironic is it, that if anybody should be requesting a damn prenup, it should be me, yet the thought never even crossed my mind. I would give that woman anything she wants.
I arrive at my parents’ house and after knocking a couple times, go in.
My mom comes out of the kitchen in her apron. “Hey, sweetie! Merry Christmas! I wasn’t expecting everybody until later. This is a pleasant surprise. Where’s Faith and Kayla?”
Shit! I forgot we’re supposed to be coming here for dinner.
I rub the back of my neck out of stress and my mom’s eyes go wide from my action.
“Bentley, what happened?”
“I think it’s really over, Mom.”
She bridges the gap between us and, like the mom I know and love, hugs me tight. I feel so damn defeated. There’s not a single fight I’ve been in that makes me feel as weak and vulnerable as Kayla does without even trying.
