Reciprocity

by K. I. Lynn

  There was a smile on her lips as she slept, one I’d put there. I wanted to see her dreams, but I was content knowing she had peace and happiness.

  Anything. I’d do anything to make her happy. My lips passed over her forehead. She was my missing half.

  A high-pitched squeak accompanied her body stretching against mine, her mouth open in a long yawn. I chuckled to myself, looking over her well-sexed body. It was complete with multiple bite marks to let everyone know she was taken.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me. “Good morning.”

  “Morning.”

  “What time is it?”

  I peered over to the nightstand. “Just before eight.”

  “Were you talking to me a little bit ago? I was dreaming you were whispering in my ear, making me all sorts of promises.” She hummed for a minute.

  I simply grinned. “What kind of lawyer makes promises to someone who’s unconscious?”

  “One who’s up to no good.” She rubbed her eyes.

  “Mmm… Good point.” I chuckled. “I guess I was trying to take advantage of every moment we have here together.”

  She thought on that for a moment, probably doing the math of how much time we had left. Her lips moved to a pout. “We don’t have time to take a last swim, do we?”

  I shook my head. “But, if we hurry, we can take a last walk on the beach after breakfast. We’re mostly packed.”

  She nodded. “It’ll only take a few minutes to finish up.”

  I leaned down and nipped at her shoulder, earning a squeak and a smile. “And we can save time by showering together.”

  Her gaze narrowed on me. “I don’t know about that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll still fuck me in the shower.”

  I nodded. It was nothing new. “Exactly. This way, we can kill two birds with one stone.”

  She rolled her eyes and pushed on my chest. “Shower now or after breakfast?”

  I looked her over and licked my lips. “After.” She sighed. “What?”

  “You just want everyone to see that I’m well fucked.”

  “And?”

  She shook her head and sat up all the way. “Once a possessive perv, always a possessive perv.”

  “You should be used to it by now. It’s not going to change anytime soon. I like marking what’s mine so fuckers know.”

  She tried to give me a look of disapproval, but she couldn’t pull it off. There was no denying it—she loved me claiming her. The world would know she was desired, wanted, and loved.

  Her hand slithered under the light sheet, nails gently pressing into my thigh as she moved up. I hissed and bucked when her hand wrapped around my soft cock, stirring it awake.

  “And how am I supposed to show the world you’re mine?”

  “I think the world knows my devotion to you.”

  “How?”

  “The ring on my finger and my constant hard-on for you.” She pursed her lips, the playfulness leaving her. “Or, I could eat you out, not wipe it off, and cover my body in your sweet juices.”

  She licked her lips as she thought it over, her eyes dark and her hips rotating. I knew how to get her wet. She was probably thinking about my tongue sucking on her clit, fingers pinching and pulling her nipples.

  “I think that would work. Especially for the Boob Squad.”

  “Guess we’ll have to save it for when they’re around. Besides, I don’t have time to do it properly today.”

  She smiled and let go of my now hard dick. “I’ll hold you to it.” She turned, slipping her legs off the edge of the bed to stand.

  When she tried to get up, her legs shook, then gave out, sending her back down to the bed. I leaned back against the headboard, figuring I’d get a good view of the show from there. Another attempt left her standing, but bracing herself against the wall.

  Nice, naked ass centered perfectly in my view. I groaned and squeezed my cock.

  “Trouble?” I smirked, remembering the activities that left her muscles weak.

  She turned her head, glaring at me, then pushed off the wall. It was a valiant attempt on her part to make it to the bathroom, and she did…barely. I tried not to laugh as I watched her walk around like a cowboy in a western who’d spent too much time on a horse.

  Try as I might, the laugh came out, despite her constant glares in my direction.

  “You, stop. This is your fault.”

  I licked my lips. “Oh, baby, I take pride knowing I fucked you so long and hard you can’t walk straight.”

  “There goes our beach walk.” She threw her hands up. “What am I going to tell everyone? I pulled a muscle…saving a baby…from a runaway moose?”

  I stood up and walked to her, showing off my smooth and natural gait—even with my bad leg.

  “A moose? In Aruba?” I was to the point of cracking out to full-blown, hysterical laughter.

  She stuck her tongue out at me. “It could happen.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck, giving it a little nibble that made her sigh. “I don’t think we need to tell them anything. It was our honeymoon—they understand.”

  She slumped against me, her hands slipping up and around my shoulders. “I hate that we have to go home.”

  “Me, too.”

  After freshening up, we had our last meal on our paradise. The ominous cloud that always surrounded us drew closer after its week-long exile. I could almost see it in the distance—its gray skies and turbulent winds whipping around.

  Instead of walking on the beach, we stopped at the point where the waves licked at our feet. It was enough for Lila and her still shaky legs. Her smile tugged at my chest, and I squeezed her hand, savoring each moment, knowing we’d be gone in a few short hours.

  When we got through the trial, I could take her away again, even if it was just for a long weekend.

  Anything to see her smiling like she was at that moment.

  Ten hours later, the elevator doors opened to the fourteenth floor, dropping us feet from our door. We were both tired from travel, but happy to be home. Suitcases in tow, I pulled out my keys and unlocked the deadbolt.

  I stood there for a moment, staring at it, then turned to Lila.

  “What?”

  I leaned down and swept her off her feet and into my arms.

  “Nate!” Her eyes were wide in surprise as her fingers clawed up my shirt and around my neck. “What are you doing?”

  “Tradition.” I smiled at her and walked forward, over the threshold and into our home.

  She shook her head. “This is utterly ridiculous.”

  “Yes, it is. That’s why I’m doing it.” I grinned at her.

  She rolled her eyes, but I caught the smile she tried to hide from me.

  “You can let me down now.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  I set her on her feet but had no intention of letting her get far. Stepping back out into the hall, I grabbed our suitcases and pulled them inside, locking the door behind me. Once done, I picked her back up, making her squeal again. We walked into the bedroom and I laid her down, crawling on top of her.

  “Was this part of tradition?”

  I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “No. I just wasn’t ready to let you go.”

  She smiled and sighed. “There you go again, being all sappy.”

  I shrugged. “It happens. Besides, we need to christen our bed as husband and wife.” I nipped at her lower lip.

  She smiled at me, running her hands across my shoulders and down my arms. “I don’t know. I’m kind of worn out from last night’s adventures, not to mention the traveling.”

  “Then we can start our evening with a rejuvenating nap, followed by some pizza and a movie, and top it off with eating whipped cream off each other.”

  “Maybe some chocolate sauce?”

  I grinned down at her. “I think we have some cherries as well.”

  “Vanilla ice cream.” S
he licked her lips and batted her eyelashes at me. “Can I have a Nate sundae?”

  It was my turn to lick my lips. “Only if I get to eat a cherry from your pussy.”

  Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as her hips flexed up, pushing against my thigh.

  Dessert was never going to be the same.

  CHAPTER 9

  The alarm went off, blaring in my ear, and I groaned as I slapped my hand down on it. I stared at the time, sighing as I registered it was Monday and we really did have to get up.

  Going back to work was rough. Being on vacation had been a heaven of sorts, and reality was brutal, making me appreciate every moment away that much more.

  Granted, it wasn’t all bad—Lila was with me. My wife.

  “Come on, get up,” I said as I yawned, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and stretching.

  She whimpered, face down in her pillow. “Only if you promise Starbucks.”

  I snickered. “Trust me, baby, I don’t want to leave this bed either. And I promise we’ll stop.”

  Her head tilted up and she huffed, blowing the wild strands of hair from her face. She was pouty and grumpy, making her fucking adorable and my urge to hug her ferocious.

  With a growl and a graceless stiffness, I jumped on top of her. She squeaked, trapped beneath me. I nibbled at her neck, biting like an animal, making her writhe and me stiffen in another way.

  I smacked her ass and pushed off the bed before I got carried away. “Come on, before I shove my cock in you and we miss the chance to get coffee.”

  Her eyes popped open wide and she jumped from the bed. Apparently coffee won out over my dick—what the hell?

  A few minutes later, we were out the door and on our way. The smile never left her face. I’d never seen her smile so much.

  Sitting at a red light, it dawned on me. “You’re thinking about the Boob Squad, aren’t you?”

  “Maybe.” Her voice was light and playful.

  “Ready to rub it in their jealous noses that you are Mrs. Nathan Thorne.”

  “Maybe.” Her smile grew wider.

  “You don’t have to admit it. I know you are, and so am I. Those insipid bitches piss me off.” My fingers flexed on the steering wheel. “I hate the way they think they can treat you, and for no reason except that you’re with me.”

  She shrugged. “Before you came, they pretty much ignored me and were never friendly. Then again, I didn’t make it easy—I didn’t want to get to know them.”

  “They’re shallow cunts anyway.” I shivered in disgust when I remembered Jennifer grabbing my hand and putting it up her skirt. I’d been inches from her pussy and whatever disease it held.

  She nodded. “Pack mentality, with Jennifer at the helm.”

  I snorted. “She is the worst of them, followed up by Tiffany.”

  Lila laughed. “Oh, yes, Tiffany trying to seduce you in the copy room. That was priceless.”

  I quirked my brow at her. “You saw that?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, I stuck around, waiting to see if you needed rescuing.”

  I shook my head and brought her fingers up to my lips, placing a kiss. She never failed to surprise me. Or turn me on.

  By the time we arrived, she was buzzing with energy, staring down at the rings on her fingers. I glanced at mine, still getting used to something being there after so long.

  “I wonder if my new nameplate is up.”

  I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close as we walked in the building. “Another way to stick it to them, huh?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yeah. Plus, I love my new name. I want to scream it from the rooftops.”

  I laughed and kissed the side of her head. “You still need to get it changed legally.”

  “Yeah. I’m doing that tomorrow at lunch.”

  I quirked a brow as I held the door open for her. “I’m surprised you can wait that long.”

  She elbowed me in the ribs. “I figured there wouldn’t be time today. I’m afraid to see what my desk looks like…and poor Owen. He hasn’t been in the position long.”

  I pushed the call button for the elevator. “He can handle himself.”

  She pursed her lips, silent as the doors slid open and we stepped in. A loud sigh came out of her, and I looked down.

  “What?”

  “Yesterday we were on the beach. I want to go back.”

  The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened to our floor. I took a moment to lean into her. “Soon.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  I chuckled as I grabbed her hand and started walking down the hall. “Not quite that soon.”

  Of course, turning the corner would put us right in front of the fucking BS bitches—some of their cubes were right in the hallway. I fucking hated seeing the lust light up their eyes, then turn to disdain when they noticed Lila. Then again, I’d rather have them not look at us at all.

  “Another vacation? Jeez, Delilah, I’m surprised Mr. Holloway still has you on.” The vile skank known as Jennifer rolled her eyes.

  The other diseased one, Tiffany, held her hand up to her mouth, as if we wouldn’t hear her. “You know she’s only still here because Nathan was his son-in-law.”

  My eye twitched as my jaw tightened and flexed. When did my past start circulating? We were already water cooler gossip, but my relationship with Jack had been kept quiet.

  “It’s none of your business how I use my vacation time. I have a lot saved up over the years, and still plenty to go—I’ll use it how I want to.” Lila was cool and collected, and the venom in her voice turned me on.

  My fingers flexed on her hip. I loved to see her fight back—it was so fucking sexy. She wasn’t weak, no matter what that shithead or the bitches in front of us thought.

  They rolled their eyes. “I’m surprised you have any left after all the time you took off last year.”

  Lila shook her head before narrowing her gaze on them. “You really are the stupidest bunch of rat-pack bitches, aren’t you? I was hit by a car, unable to take care of myself, let alone work. That classifies as sick time and medical leave. Company policy allows a certain number of weeks to be taken with half pay in the event you are unable to work for medical reasons. Vacation time is not used for medical leave.”

  She glared at them as she explained in terms their collagen-filled brains might understand. I cringed and backed up when Jennifer puckered her lips at me. Fuck, if her lips got any bigger, they were going to explode. It was bad enough she put her hands on me and shoved her breasts in my face every fucking chance she got, but there was no way I’d want those monsters near me.

  The BS bitches were tsking and getting riled up and yammering—pissing me off. It was too fucking early to listen to their squawking. I’d had enough.

  I grabbed the back of Lila’s head and turned her to me, fisting her hair. My other hand grabbed on to her jaw as I devoured her lips with mine. I turned, pressing her against the wall as I shoved my tongue in her mouth, claiming her as mine, hips thrusting as I practically fucked her in front of them.

  It made me remember our honeymoon, just two days prior when I had to lay claim to her in front of a bunch of idiots who were trying to buy her a drink at the pool bar. I kissed her harder, deeper, fucking her mouth with my tongue. She was whimpering and moaning, her hands gripped tight on my lapels.

  I pulled back, panting, happy at the complete desire and want on her face. I looked over to the bitches, their stunned expressions making me want to laugh.

  “My wife.” More than one of them gasped in shock, apparently unaware what had transpired the week before. “I don’t want anyone but her, so stop trying to tear her down to make yourselves feel better or think you have a chance at getting to me. Women like you make me sick.”

  “You can’t!” Jennifer screamed out, jumping up from her seat.

  My spine straightened, and I turned to face them, glaring down at them. Tiffany’s eyes widened and she scurried back behind the cube wall. Kelly, the least agg
ressive of the bunch, sat down in her seat when my head cocked in her direction, scooting it back to her desk.

  “What can’t I do?” My voice was even, smooth. From their shuddering, it also had the desired chilling effect. “I’ve been fairly tolerant of your advances, but your bleached brain doesn’t seem to grasp that I am in a relationship and therefore unavailable. You have chosen not to respect that, and are no better than an insect, in my view.”

  Jennifer was defiant, yet to be broken. “She’s an insect.” Her lip curled up in insolence as she looked at Lila.

  I stepped forward, looming over her and flashed my left hand so their leader could see. “I asked Lila to marry me, to be my wife. I wanted to marry her, to have her with me forever, to have her body on mine whenever and wherever I want. Not you. Never any of you. Only her.”

  Jennifer’s jaw jutted forward and her arms crossed over her chest. “So, what you’re saying is you married your whore.”

  My eyes widened and my body vibrated.

  “Jenn, I think you should stop.” Kelly’s voice was low, reserved.

  “Say that again, skank. Call my wife a whore again and I’ll—”

  “You’ll what?” She stepped forward, her body so close I could feel the heat of her devil fire on my skin.

  “Have you fired.”

  A hand clapped down on my shoulder and I turned to Jack. The BS bitches all gasped, and Jennifer’s mouth was gaping open, stumbling over words as she stepped away from me. I relaxed back toward Lila, my muscles uncoiling at her touch.

  “M-Mr. Holloway, welcome back.” Jennifer blinked at him, a bead of sweat forming on her brow.

  “Hmph. I don’t see how getting accounts of you threatening another employee while I was away, witnessing the beautiful wedding of Nathan and Delilah on the beach, as much of a welcome.”

  She shook her head desperately. “No, sir, I didn’t do anything like that.”

  Jack rocked back on his heels and stared at her. “I don’t much like emails like that while I’m away on vacation. Especially when they are from your supervisor’s supervisor with multiple accounts from different women in the office stating they’d been attacked by you.” Jennifer’s face paled and she sunk back. “Make sure your schedule is clear this afternoon, Miss Watson.”