Sleep Tight (Best Friend Series Book 3)

by C. M. Steele

  “Take me to Pearce,” I snipped.

  “Fine. You’re no fun.” The man was a menace.

  I heard the music and I couldn’t shake the smile from my face. I even giggled as I walked down the aisle. Then I caught Pearce’s piercing gaze on me and the nervous giggles left. I was in awe. I never saw him in a suit and I was embarrassed that I was having those thoughts while walking with my dad. Our eyes locked and it was like when he first opened the door. He moved to come get me, but my father put up his hand to signal to stop. The family and friends all started laughing. My face was beet red by the time I reached my Kraven.

  “Trying to take my second best girl from me before it’s time. At least the delivery boy was on time,” he teased Pearce.

  “Dad,” I hissed lowly so only we could hear it.

  “You know if you keep that up I’m not going to let you visit the grandbabies.”

  “Okay. Fine you win. I’ll quit...for now.”

  He handed me over to Pearce and the ceremony went over so perfectly.

  Erin walked up to me with Roger helping her. She was still recovering from the shooting and they believed it would be another month of physical therapy before she was back to normal. But from what I could tell, she really enjoyed her personal crutch. Roger seemed to love it, too. “You bitch. I absolutely love that dress. You always beat me to the good shit,” she complained. Then she squeezed me tight.

  “Thanks. I love you, Erin.” We hugged as sisters should. We were now more than just best friends. It was the best day ever.

  ~~~~~~

  Two weeks into our wedded bliss. The nut had called her attorney and wanted to cut a deal. There wasn’t really a great offer on the table, but she had her own bargaining to do. She would admit her guilt if, and only if, she got to see Pearce again. He at first refused, but that meant a trial. There wasn’t anything she could do to me or him from her seat at the defense table, so I finally got him to agree. I knew her deranged ass was hoping that he’d see her again and that he would magically fall in love with him, but there was no chance in hell that would happen.

  Epilogue

  "Let me get that for you," a man said, opening the door for me. The sun had been in my eyes so I had no idea who it was, but I did say thank you. He walked up behind me and I assumed he was going to the same place so I didn't think anything of it. Pearce had gone to park the car at the end of the lot since the store was super crowded. He didn’t want me to walk all the way. He acted like I was sick and dying, not pregnant. The guy who held the door open for me stood in my way for a second.

  "Lynne, don't you recognize me?" Now out of the sun, I saw who it was, Ellis. And he looked completely different. Four plus years later and he was a whole different person. The man before me wasn’t the one I remembered. He was fuller and had grown another few inches.

  “I’m sorry, Ellis. The sun was in my eyes, but you do look different.”

  “You don’t watch sports, do you?” he asked.

  “No. You know me. My head always in a book.” Whether it was writing one or reading one, I always had a book or reading device with me. Pearce was the same way except when we were alone, of course. Then we read each other’s movements and expressions until we convulsed with pleasure.

  “I play professional baseball.”

  “Wow, congratulations. That’s amazing.” He looked like an athlete. I knew he was good at baseball in school, but I didn’t know he was that good. “So what are you doing at the little grocery store.”

  “You see her. I’m in love with her, but she doesn’t want anything to do with me,” Ellis sighed, pointing to the girl at the register.

  “Why not?” I asked, looking at him and wondering what he did wrong.

  “She thinks I’m with all these women and would cheat on her.”

  “Would you?” I asked with a scowl. I didn’t know her, but no one wanted to be cheated on. That would be lousy.

  “Never.” The strength in his word told me he was dead serious.

  “Then maybe you need to find a way to show her.”

  “I’ve been coming every day I can, but she keeps brushing me off.” I looked at the cute cashier chick and I understood why he liked her. She was as pretty as can be.

  “I’m sorry. I hope it works out.”

  “I do, too. It looks like it’s working out for you. How many babies do you and Mr. Kraven have?”

  “This little one is number three,” I said, rubbing my belly. Pearce and I had been at it every chance we got. As soon as those six weeks were over, we were on each other. It was only the breast feeding that kept me from getting pregnant right away. “Erin has two with her husband Roger.”

  “Damn, I didn’t know she got married,” he surprised.

  “Yeah, shortly after Pearce and I did.” I blushed, forgetting that Pearce kind of ended Ellis and I’s relationship before it started.

  His eyes kept moving to the cashier. I wanted to laugh, but I was going to end the conversation so he could go get her, but spoke first. “Congrats to her, too. Well, you look good. Three, wow. He’s a lucky man.”

  “Yes, I am,” Pearce growled behind me. I had no idea what he was doing at the store that fast. Then again, I knew he wouldn’t dally if he saw someone hold the door open for me. We hardly went anywhere without each other. It didn’t bother me because in the house we worked most of the day separately.

  “Who the fuck are you?” he asked Ellis.

  “Damn, no one remembers me unless it’s for something bad.”

  “Pearce, love. This is Ellis Thompson.” Pearce’s hand wrapped around my waist a bit tighter than usual. The thing my father said popped in my head. Lately we’d both been really busy and didn’t have much time for each other. I had to write and take care of the kids and Pearce actually had to attend to public signings. He’d done well, but made it clear to all that he was happily married.

  “Well, it was good to see you both. If you don’t mind, I need to catch her before she leaves. By the way, Pearce, you’ve got nothing to worry about and thanks for stealing her away from me.” He winked and hurried to meet up with the brunette with the large eyes and curves galore.

  “We need to go home.”

  “I still have to get the things your parents asked for.”

  “I’m not in the mood for it.”

  “I don’t care. I’m sorry that we ran into Ellis, but you know damn well you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

  “Did you look at him? Wait, never mind. Don’t fucking look at him.” I just laughed at my lovingly possessive husband. “I’m calling mom and telling them that we’ll drop off the stuff for the kids but we’ve got to go.”

  “I’m going to get the groceries. You make the call. Then you can take me home and worship me like those eyes promise.”

  “Damn right I am. You’re going to be my dinner and my dessert tonight. You’re mine, woman.”

  “Yes, I am,” I sassed before sauntering, or more like waddling, away. I was about four months pregnant, but looking like seven. I heard him growl behind me, so I continued on. He’d find me in the store and I couldn’t wait to be on the wicked end of his possessiveness. A night of him marking his territory was a night I’ve been craving.

  ~~~~~

  I kept thinking about Ellis. He was massive and better looking than I remembered. The fact that he was smiling at my wife infuriated me. I knew it was the past and they hadn’t even gone on a date, but if she hadn’t met me that day they would have. She laughed it off, but I didn’t find it funny. I know I was being silly because she was carrying my baby and never gave me a reason to doubt her, but it was like a pissing match. When I pulled away, I saw some buff guy in a light hoodie holding the door for Lynne, which should have been my job, but I had to go park the car and had no idea that the front door wasn’t working right. Normally, the doors are automatic.

  She moved about the store with me and held my hand the entire time. Occasionally she pinched my ass, which she knew would
be paid back in full later. Twenty minutes later, we were leaving the store when the woman that Ellis was talking to at the store stopped us in the parking lot. She looked completely embarrassed. “Excuse me, I know this is very unprofessional, but Ellis said you were a friend of his, but my cousin said you and him messed around before.”

  “That’s not true,” I barked out.

  “Who is your cousin?” Lynne asked with a scrunched-up brow. I didn’t want to have this conversation at all, but, more so, it was windy out with fall in the air. It was hot in the morning, but it got chilly fast and I don’t want Lynne to get sick.

  “Her name’s Buffy.”

  “Oh, that bitch,” Lynne said without thinking. She cupped her mouth in shock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

  “No, it’s okay. My cousin is a bitch, but that’s why I won’t trust Ellis because she says everyone knows and so he’s nothing but a liar.”

  “We didn’t. It was your cousin’s fault we got caught in the same room. We didn’t know each other outside of school before that morning. I took a shower in there. I didn’t know he was asleep passed out. I only noticed when my mother-in-law gasped, thinking we messed around in her room. But it’s very untrue.”

  “Thanks, I don’t know why she would lie about it.”

  “I have a feeling it’s because Ellis never found her attractive and that ticked her off. I remember her being extremely vain.”

  “Thanks, Mrs. Kraven.”

  “You’re welcome.” We left and I was trying not to get irritated. It had been over four years ago, but that party was still in people’s heads. That broad Buffy was a real twat. Hopefully Ellis’s girl would set her straight.

  “So, am I in more trouble, Mr. Kraven?”

  “Oh. Yes. Very much, Mrs. Kraven. I do recall you pinching my bottom several times in the store,” I reminded her.

  “I don’t believe that to be the case, perhaps something bit you.”

  “Sweetheart, you’re a terrible liar. Now, let’s get back because I want a lot of loving tonight.”

  “Yes, and then I get to read the latest draft, right?” she squealed.

  “Only if you’re a really good girl.” She hopped into the car with a smile and I knew that tonight she would do anything to get her hands on that copy. It paid wonders to be married to my biggest fan.

  Once we dealt with the groceries at my parents, we kissed our babies goodnight and headed home for a long night of naughtiness. The moment I got her in the door, I pinned her back against it and let my mouth claim hers. “Mine,” I growled against her lips. I slipped off her blouse and grabbed her breasts. Holding and teasing her nipples with my thumb and index finger. She let out a long deep moan, arching her back. I slinked down onto my knees and worked her jeans, slowly, painfully unzipping them. I know it sends her higher the more I take my time. Then again, it does the same thing to me. Four years of hot fucking in every different way didn’t slow my orgasms. I wanted to come the moment she touched me.

  “Please, Pearce. I need you now,” she cried out, slipping her hands into my hair and tugging for my attention.

  “Do you really? I don’t recall you being a good girl.”

  “I wasn’t bad.”

  “No?” I questioned, pinching her ass softly. She yelped and pouted, tilting her pelvis in my face. She knew her pussy was like chocolate cake when you’re on a diet—too fucking good not to get your fix. I slid us down to the floor and pulled the rest of her clothes off like the wild beast she turned me into. Growling, I parted her legs and her pussy lips. I wanted complete access to her sweet center. How many licks did it take to make her scream? I knew. My tongue flattened and ran up her slit, stopping at her nub that peeked out. Sucking it between my teeth, I held her hips to stop her from bucking off the floor. She needed to be restrained. Wrapping my arms around each thigh, I held her as I ate her pussy.

  Lynne tugged on my hair, pulling until I was pressed right where she needed me, and like that my wife and soul came hard. Her cries and taste made it hard to hold my own release in and I made my own sticky mess in my jeans. Getting us both off the floor, I carried my wife upstairs, where I planned to fuck us both to sleep. Her hand reached between us as I carried her. She rubbed my cock through the front of the jeans. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you had a bladder problem,” she teased.

  “Why don’t you lick your fingers and tell me?” I dared her. Not much of a dare since she knew eating her out made me come almost every time.

  She brought her fingers up to her lips and lazily slipped them into her mouth, moaning as she tasted my release. She wiggled in my arms. “Calm down, love. You can have the dick in a moment. I don’t want you to fall.” She started to giggle. I had to lay her down before we both ended up on the floor and not in a good way.

  Once we got into the room, she demanded I set her down. “Down, now.”

  “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say to you?” I joked, but not really. I loved having her on her knees with my cock working its way down her little throat, stretching it to the max.

  “What do you think I was going to do?” she replied provocatively. Placing her on her feet, she slowly made her way down in front of me. Like the tease that she is, she returned the favor of taking her time with my pants, but I took care of my shirt, shoving it off as fast as I could. She danced as she pulled them down to my feet like she had music playing in her head. She paused her performance and looked up at me. The instant my eyes met hers, I saw the wicked glint in them. I was going to come easily today.

  She popped my cock out of my boxers, clutching it with one hand. Lynne’s eyes never left mine as she took my cock deep within her lips. I growled, tossed my head back, and hissed out the fucking pleasure she caused with her warm mouth. She sucked me down, her head moving back and forth. Fuck, I was close again, but this time I wanted in her pussy.

  “Off,” I commanded. She looked up at me at first with confusion but then I said, “I want in your sweet, hot pussy.”

  I helped her to her feet and walked her to the bed. “Sit down, Lynne.” The moment she sat down, I nudged her back and lifted her legs onto my shoulders. With one thrust I was deep inside my wife, grunting from the tightness. After four fucking years, her pussy was as tight as the day I took her pussy for the first time. Like a vice, she squeezed my cock. I leaned down, rubbing her belly and taking pride in that I put another one in her.

  “Come, Lynne. Come for me.”

  “Bossy much,” she argued.

  “You knew that since day one. Now do as I say and come for me,” I growled. This time her pussy pulsed hard, her walls working like a wave and taking me with her. I came deep inside her.

  “I love you, Lynne,” I uttered, leaning down and kissing her mouth. My poor baby looked done. Two orgasms so fast after a long day. It was sleepy time. I rolled to the side but held her close to me.

  “I love you, Pearce,” she moaned. “I’m sleepy and all sticky.”

  “Let’s go to bed. We’ll continue in the morning with a hot shower and a ride on my cock.”

  “You’re so good at planning my schedule. What would I do without you?”

  “Let’s never consider such an option. Can’t stand the idea of never knowing my number one fan.”

  “Ooh, my book. Hand it over,” she exclaimed pushing me away. “Go, Mr. Kraven. I demand satisfaction.”

  “I thought I did that.”

  “Of the literary nature,” she elaborated with a scowl. “Mr. Kraven, it’s not nice to keep a lady waiting.”

  “I thought you were sleepy.”

  “Not anymore. Now shoo, mister.” She tried shoving me off the bed, so I dropped my weight and wouldn’t move from the bed. “Come on, Pearce. That’s so not cool. I think I’m going to have to stop the fan club buttons order.”

  “Oh no, not the buttons.”

  “Especially, my personal button. Off the assembly line. No more sticking slab A into slot B.”

  “Hell no,
how about slab D,” I asked with a wink, showing her that my cock was eager for reentry.

  “Nope.”

  “Fine. I’m going, but remember, no trade backs.” I pointed at her pussy. “That shit belongs to me anyway. I swear I remember that in our vows, but I was too busy staring at your face and big tits to recall the exact words.”

  “Yeah, not in there, so go get my book.”

  “Yes, your Grace,” I added before taking my naked ass downstairs. I got the iPad in hand and started to go back to our room when I felt a massive puddle.

  “Fuck,” I roared, going to the kitchen to get the cleaning materials. I let Dexter out, not caring that I was bare-assed. It was her fault. She made me forget about Dexter. After cleaning up his mess and getting him back inside, I climbed up the stairs with the precious book that she was dying to read.

  I opened our bedroom door to see my wife sleeping. She was so damn perfect that I didn’t care that I stepped in piss. I loved her and I was so damn happy she made the trip to my house. Like her notebook, I knew we were Pearce and Lynne Forever.

  The End