“Yes, ma’am,” he responded as she led him out of the suite by the red tie covered in purple skulls that he was wearing loosely around his neck. He turned around when they reached the door and winked at me. I had no doubt that Morgan would keep him and his credit card busy until dinner. It was a good thing his band was pretty popular. Morgan loved to spend money.
“Mr. Brown, now that we are all alone, whatever will we do?” I stood up slowly and pulled my top off over my head. I slid my hands into the waist band of my shorts and slowly shimmied them down my legs. As I pushed them down I squeezed my breasts together and looked up at Asher through my eyelashes. That was all it took. He grabbed my hips, picked me up and sat me down on his lap. I was straddling him and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my folds. All that was between us was his stupid boxers. He slammed his lips to mine and held on tight to the back of my head. He was devouring my mouth, and I was loving it.
My hand slipped down his hard chest and that beautiful six-pack until it slid down into his boxers. I wrapped my hand around him and lightly squeezed. His hips bucked up off the couch and he growled. I made him growl. I liked this power. Slowly, I ran my hand up and down his length. Squeezing gently all the way. I leaned in and ran my tongue from his collarbone to his ear. When I reached his ear, I pulled his earlobe gently between my teeth. “I want to suck you, Asher. Do you want that?”
His breath caught and he swallowed. “Do you really think you need to ask?”
I pulled back and he was smiling. I climbed down to the floor. He pulled his boxers off and threw them across the room. I rose up to my knees and took him in my hand. I bent forward and licked the tip of him. His head flung back and hit the back of the couch. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned.
Yep, this power was fun.
I was not the queen of blow jobs. It wasn’t like I’d given tons of them, I’d only done it twice and even though I didn’t have any complaints, I didn’t really think it took much to make those guys happy. This was my husband and I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him everything. I wanted him to know that I was the perfect wife for him. So, I was determined that this was going to be the best blow job he’d ever had!
My tongue licked back and forth, up and down his hard cock. I could feel it twitching around my tongue. I gently ran my fingernail along his balls. He shuddered and I did it again. This was it. I needed to finish big. “Look at me, Asher.”
He opened his eyes and they were glazed over and filled with lust for me and only me. I licked my lips and slid my mouth around his cock. I took a little bit, and then a little more, and then a little more into my mouth. I started out slow, but then I picked up speed. Asher’s hands were in my hair and he was moving me up and down his length. I let him set the pace. I have to admit I almost gagged a couple times when he pushed me a little harder than I expected, but all in all I was enjoying this. It was amazing the power that I had over him in these moments.
“I’m gonna come, Lilly. Stop,” he groaned.
Like hell was I gonna stop. I wanted to taste him. I sucked him in as far as I could and did my magic fingernail move again and his hips shot up off the couch and he came in my mouth. It was so warm and sticky. The two other times I’d done this, I had not let the men come down my throat, but those men weren’t my husband. This was different.
He was panting and mumbling, “I love you. Damn, I love you so fucking much. You’re perfect.”
Yep, I was gonna enjoy being Mrs. Asher Brown.
Chapter Four~
Three years later
“Wasn’t it supposed to be easier this time? Didn’t they tell us it would be easier this time?” I pulled Asher down by the collar. We were nose to nose. I was lying on the bed with my feet up in the stirrups waiting for my little girl to come into this world. Lincoln Asher Brown came into this world twenty-six months ago. He was absolutely perfect and I was quickly realizing that I should’ve stopped at one. We didn’t need more than one kid, right? Oh my GOD this hurts!
“You’re doing great, honey. Little Abbi Rose will be here before you know it,” Asher said in his normal, soothing voice.
“Really? That’s the pep talk I get? I think you can do better than that, Mr. Brown.”
“You’re right. What the hell was I thinking with that lame ass pep talk? I’m sorry.” He smiled.
“As well you should be. This is all your fault. You know that, right? You do understand I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t for you and your penis?” I looked down at this crotch and said, “I blame your penis. It’s all his fault.”
“Yes, honey. I understand that,” he said with a smile on his face. I wanted to reach up and slap that damn smile right off of his face, but he was so damn cute when he smiled.
Damn it!
Now I had to smile back. He leaned in and kissed me and that was it. I was lost in the kiss until the next contraction from hell hit.
“See, I took your mind off the pain for a minute, didn’t I?”
I nodded right before I screamed bloody murder and after another two hours of the most horrendous pain ever, gave birth to our beautiful daughter.
Abigail Rose was born at 12:31 a.m. She weighed six pounds and twelve ounces and was nineteen inches long. She had dark hair and big blue eyes, just like her daddy. Asher told me he got his blue eyes from his mother, so I was so happy they were passed down to our daughter. Little miss Abbi Rose had an amazing set of lungs on her! Linc had been such a quiet, good baby, but I had a feeling his baby sister was not gonna give us much peace.
I often joked that Linc was the perfect baby. He rarely cried and he was always happy. As long as he had a full tummy and a clean diaper he was good to go. He totally spoiled us, because his sister was not going to be that easy to please.
The nurse brought her over to me and told me she was hungry. She nuzzled up and latched right onto my breast. My daughter was starving. I stared down at her and realized my world was now complete. I had an amazing husband, perfect son, and beautiful new daughter. I had my happily ever after. Asher had made that happen for me. That man made me the woman I was today. He made me strong. He made me the woman I always dreamed of being. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Asher said as he walked through the door carrying Linc. Morgan was right behind them.
“Mama!” Linc cried, throwing his little arms out for me to take him.
“Look what Mama has, Linc. This is your baby sister. You wanna come give her a kiss?”
Linc leaned down and kissed Abbi on the head. “Sister,” he said with that big smile of his. His dark curls were all over his head and he had what looked like cheese curl dust on his chin.
“Morgan, did you feed him cheese curls?” I asked.
“The boy was hungry. It was cheese curls or vodka. I made a choice,” Morgan said as she came over to the bed and hugged me. She kissed Abbi on the head and said, “Good job, mama. Now, please tell me your uterus is permanently closed for business. I don’t think I can stand you being pregnant again. It totally screws with my life.”
“Wow. We wouldn’t want to mess up your life, now would we?”
“That’s kinda the point I’m trying to make. Let’s get back to what’s important here - me,” Morgan laughed. “I love you, babe. You can pop out twenty more of these cute little buggers if you really want to, but I don’t think your vagina will handle it well though.”
Then we heard, “bagina”. Linc started chanting, “Bagina - bagina-bagina.” Of course my little man would pick up on that word. The nurse walked in just as he said it again. She laughed and just shook her head.
“Come on buddy. Let’s go get you some chocolate or whiskey. Whatever,” Morgan said as she scooped Linc up and started for the door.
“Whiskey - whiskey-whiskey,” Linc muttered.
“Boy, I’m on a roll tonight. Let’s see what other new words Aunt Mo can teach you on the way to the cafeteria.”
“Aunt Morgan needs t
o remember little mouths have big ears,” Asher scolded her.
“Oh calm down, papa bear. I won’t teach him anything too bad. Not until he’s older, then I plan on teaching him all kinds of fun shit.”
“Shit - shit-shit,” Linc chanted.
“Damn it, Morgan,” Asher said.
Morgan was cracking up. “I’m sorry, kinda,” she laughed as she shut the door behind her.
“It’ll be okay, Asher. She loves him,” I said trying to make him feel better about Morgan. They were not good buddies, but he knew that we were best friends so he put up with her for me.
“I know she loves him, but does she have to teach him bad words? I thought as his father, that was my job.” Asher laughed. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and then one to Abbi’s. “She’s so beautiful, honey. She looks just like her gorgeous mommy.”
“I think she looks just like her handsome father.”
“Poor kid,” he laughed.
“She definitely has your hair and your mom’s eyes, right?”
“Uh, yeah. My mom had big blue eyes just like mine.”
Abbi stopped nursing and I laid her on my chest to burp her. She fell asleep there and I guess I did too, because I woke up a while later and Asher was sitting beside the bed watching us.
“You make me so happy, Lilly. You’ve made my dreams come true. I love you and the kids so much it scares me. What if I screw this up and lose you?”
Where the hell was this coming from? We were in the hospital celebrating the birth of our daughter and he was talking about losing us?
“Don’t talk like that, Asher. There is nothing you could do to lose me. To lose us. I love you. You’re my future. You and the kids. We’ve got this, honey. We’re set in stone. No getting rid of us, even if you tried,” I smiled.
“You’re my future, Lilly. Always - no matter what,” he whispered, as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
***
One Year Later
I looked up and down our street. Where the hell could that dog be? My neighbor, Levown and her son, Christian, had been helping me search for Elvis - our black pug - for over an hour. Abbi Rose was asleep on the porch in her playpen and Linc was with me yelling, “Elvis buddy where are you?” Over and over as we stood out in our yard looking for him everywhere. Finally, I caught a glimpse of Christian walking up our tree lined street carrying Elvis in his arms.
“I found him, Mrs. Brown. He kinda stinks, though,” he grumbled as he passed him off to me.
Apparently, he found him rummaging through the garbage cans at the end of the street. Elvis had something sticky all over him and smelled like rotten meat and dirty diapers.
“Thanks, Christian.” I started up to the porch to get the hose so I could spray Elvis down.
“Let me help you with that, Lilly,” Levown said as she grabbed the hose and started the water.
It was a hot summer day, so Elvis welcomed the cold spray. Our cat, Priscilla - get it? Elvis and Priscilla - was lounging on the porch until she smelled Elvis. She slowly stood up and like a snotty cheerleader she spun her head around, stuck her tail up in the air, and headed into the house through the doggie door.
“I appreciate this so much, Levown.”
As I held Elvis and she sprayed him down, I caught a big whiff of the smell exuding from him again and almost threw up the grilled cheese I had for lunch. By the look on Levown’s face, she caught the smell at the same time I did.
“Whew! What did he wallow in? He stinks worse than my house on a Sunday after Matt plays football with the boys.” We laughed.
Levown was the proud mom of five, yes - I said five, teenage boys. Their ages ranged from thirteen to nineteen. Her husband was a great guy, but he was still a guy. He wasn’t like Asher. Asher was a sweetheart who helped me out with everything, when he was home. I wished all the time that he didn’t have to work so much, but when Linc was born, we made the decision that I would stay home with him. Now with him and Abbi there was no way I’d go back to work. Maybe when they were older. I didn’t regret the decision to take a break from teaching, but it meant that Asher had to accept a promotion at work that required even more travel than before. I hated him being gone, but it was our life and I wouldn’t trade our life for the world.
We lived in the suburbs. Our home looked like it stepped off of Wisteria Lane from the set of Desperate Housewives. As a matter of fact, I had wisteria growing in hanging planters all along the front of our big wraparound front porch. The curb appeal for our home had been a huge selling point for Asher and me.
After we got married, we knew we needed to buy a home for our growing family. The search didn’t last long. As we drove down Walnut Street and looked at all of the houses, we fell in love. The neighborhood was buzzing. Families outside playing in their yards. Couples walking their dogs up the street. Children riding their bikes on the sidewalk. We looked at each other as we pulled into the driveway of our future home and we just knew.
This was perfect.
This was the home we would raise our kids in.
This home would be perfect for us and so far it really had been.
Our house was painted a light buttercup yellow with white trim. It had two stories that included four bedrooms and two and a half baths. Asher loved the three car garage and I was enamored with the kitchen. The cherry cabinets and stainless steel appliances were the final straw - I had to have this house. We put in an offer that day and within a month we were moving in.
“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Linc whined as he climbed down the stairs of the front porch. “I wanna sammich.”
We had pretty much washed the stink off of Elvis, so Levown and Christian headed home and I grabbed Abbi from her bassinet and took Linc’s hand, leading him into the house.
The moment we got into the kitchen the phone started ringing.
“Hello.”
“Hey, honey. How’s your day?” Asher asked. The company he worked for was paranoid about caller ID. They put blocks on all the company cell phones, so I never knew when it was Asher on the phone.
“Hectic. I won’t even tell you what we just went through with Elvis, but just let me say, it was disgusting.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t there. I feel like I’m missing out on so much.”
“Trust me, sweetie. You’re lucky you missed this,” I laughed.
The line went silent. I could tell that Asher was being serious. He sounded like he was really missing us. It had been two weeks since he’d been home and he was only here for a couple of days then.
“Asher, is everything okay?”
He sniffled and with a sad voice said, “Don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be fine. I just needed to hear your beautiful voice. I love you, Lilly.”
“I love you too, Asher.” Linc was pulling on my shorts.
“Daddy?” he asked.
“Yeah, Linc, it’s daddy. Do you wanna talk to him?”
“Yay!” Linc cried as I picked him up and put the phone to his ear. “Daddy?”
I held the phone between us so I could be a part of their conversation.
“How’s my boy doing?” Asher asked.
“He misses his daddy,” I responded.
“Love you, Daddy,” Linc said as he pressed his little lips into the phone. He smacked really hard, kissing the phone with all his might.
“I love you too, son. I love you and your mommy and sister more than anything and I’ll see you real soon, okay?”
“Yay! Daddy come home,” Linc smiled.
“Yeah, baby, daddy’s coming home,” Asher said softly.
Linc climbed down out of my arms and I asked Asher, “When can I plan on seeing that handsome face I married?”
“I’m gonna take the next flight out. I need to be with my family. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day. I can’t wait to see my husband.”
“And your husband can’t wait to see you. I’ll call you when my flight lands. Love y
ou, honey.”
“Love you too.”
I heard something in Asher’s voice tonight. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but he sounded different. He sounded sad. I chocked it up to his having a bad day at work. That had to be it. Asher wasn’t a sad guy. He was pretty happy go lucky. I was positive by the time he got home, he would be back to my normal happy hubby.
And he was. He got home in the middle of the night and it was like the phone call the night before never happened. The smile on his face was huge when he crawled into bed with me. I nuzzled into his chest and within moments his breathing had leveled out and his arm was heavy over my hip. He was sound asleep and I couldn’t think of anything better than snuggling with my sleeping husband. It was so peaceful, until Abbi decided she needed some lovin’.
She was wailing in her crib. I changed her diaper and took her to the white rocker in her room. As we rocked, she laid on my chest and quickly went back to sleep. The next thing I knew I felt Asher taking her out of my arms. Apparently, I fell asleep too.
He laid her in her crib, and whispered, “Time for some mommy/daddy time.”
He took my hand in his and led me back into our bedroom. We made love until the sun came up and I realized there was one thing better than snuggling with my sleeping husband.
I woke up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of laughter. I grabbed my robe from the foot of the bed and headed downstairs. Walking into the kitchen I found Lincoln in his chair with his little plastic fork in his hand. Asher was standing at the stove flipping pancakes and Abbi was in her high chair at the kitchen table.
“Oh, look kids, Mommy’s finally awake,” Asher smiled.
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I whispered, “Finally, huh? Maybe Daddy shouldn’t have worn Mommy out earlier, than she wouldn’t have slept in.”
Asher laughed and squeezed me tight. “Daddy really needed that.”
“So did mommy. Maybe we can have more of that later?”
“Count on it,” he promised, lightly brushing his lips across mine.
“I wanna kiss,” Linc whined.
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