by C. M. Steele
Once we stepped into the police station, I saw the officer who took my phone. “Hello Ms. Delaney. I have your phone over here. I just need you to sign it out.”
I signed for it, then powered it on. Gasping, I saw that my screensaver had been back in place. “You did it,” I squealed, hugging the officer. Suddenly, I felt me being tugged away from the officer. I thought I was getting arrested for assaulting an officer, but it was Alex.
“Don’t be hugging other men. I don’t like that shit.”
“Sorry,” I apologized to both of them. I was a little bit embarrassed, but still giddy. “How did you manage it?”
“It was easy actually. You had a backup on your phone with your Google drive. It saved the files every time you took one. So, he only deleted what was on the physical phone, not in the cloud. If we hadn’t needed it for evidence purposes, I would have given it to you sooner.”
“Well, thank you so much.”
Alex drug me out of there before I hugged the officer again. The smile on my face wouldn’t go away, even after we got back to home. “Damn, I wish I gave you that constant smile.”
“Don’t be jealous. These pictures are so important. Look.” I went through a slideshow of photos. He gasped seeing photos of Rob, and me laughing and smiling.
“Okay, babe. Now, I get why you rubbed up all on that jackass nerd.”
“You know that jealousy is really sexy. Why don’t you show me how angry you were with me?” He groaned and growled like a wild beast then scooped me up and did me rough and hard all afternoon.
Epilogue
“I’ll be outside waiting for you. You can do this, Cali. I love you.” I kissed the shit out of her before letting her go into the doctor’s office. We got married a month after the funerals. It was bittersweet, but it needed to be done. I’d wanted her to be my wife for over two years. A freight train couldn’t stop me. We’re working on our first of hopefully many little Richmonds.
At three months along in the pregnancy, she started going through emotional breakdowns daily. I knew part of it was the hormone changes she was going through, but losing her family only made it worse. Signing her up for some therapy had been my idea, but now that I saw the doc, I had a change of heart. Once she got out of the appointment, we’d be looking for a different doctor—a female one. There was no way a freaking psychologist should look like that. He was built like a tank and had a handsome look about him. I wanted to growl and go steal my wife from the bastard.
Why did I let her go in there by herself? There should be a law against it. What happened to the ones they used to show in the movies? They used to be short, balding, nerdy guys. This guy was the exact opposite. It took all the patience I had not to run into the room and steal my woman away. He had five more minutes. I sat down and stood up so many times that I probably looked like a madman.
I had enough, so I jumped up from my chair and walked to the door. I was about to bust in when it opened. “All done?” I asked, grabbing her hand and pulling her to my side.
“Yes, Alex. Dr. Everett has been very helpful.”
“I bet he was.” I gave him a menacing glare. “So then you don’t need to come back.”
“Don’t worry about the cost. It’s built into the insurance, Mr. Richmond.”
“I’m not worried about the damn cost. I could buy this building several times over and not even make a dent in my pocket change.”
“Alex, don’t act like that.”
“We’re going to find you another doctor without a swinging dick.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“No, I’m not.” I knew I wasn’t. By the look on his face when he walked her out, he wanted to fuck her. He had a predatory glint in his eyes. Fucking asshole. I ought to knock him out. “Let’s go.”
She waved off the doctor and we headed down to the parking garage. It was dark and sweaty. I could feel the heat the moment we stepped out of the cool building. My poor Cali was probably burning up.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“You’re being an asshole. You’re the one who wanted me to come to see a specialist for my grief.”
“I didn’t expect someone who looks like a fucking underwear model on steroids.”
“Let’s go home so I can go and soothe that fragile ego you have.”
“I don’t have a fragile eagle.”
“I said ego.” She rolled her eyes at me. I was just trying to lighten up the tension.
“Well, I don’t have that either. I saw the way he looked at you from the start, and I didn’t care for it.” Too riled up in jealous tension, I started to walk to the car, then opened the door for her. I didn’t want to have this conversation here.
“Then why didn’t you just come in with me?” she asked with her arms across her chest, pressing her breasts up. I licked my lips because even though we were arguing I still wanted to touch them.
I leaned down, with one arm on the door and one on her waist, then I growled out in a growing roar, “I promised to only come when you needed me. After ten seconds, I was ready to rush in there and pull you down onto my lap while you two talked about your family.”
“I might have liked that,” she said saucily. “You know I find your jealousy very sexy.”
“Fine, let’s go home, and I’m going to fuck you until I’ve calmed down. Then we find you a new therapist.” I closed the gap and captured her lips. She made me want to fuck her right here, but I didn’t want anyone to hear her cries. That shit belonged to me and me alone.
The moment we hit the front door, I marched her straight up to our bedroom, tearing off my clothes in the process. She gasped when she saw me ass naked with my cock pointing at her angrily.
“You were serious.”
“Extremely. Strip, my wife.”
“Okay,” she said, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation, then she stripped out of her dress. I groaned because I was trying not to come. She had me weak as fuck when it came to her figure. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my hands all over her growing belly.
Her body is so fucking beautiful. I gave her little kisses all around the big bump before going lower and kissing her covered mound. Feeling animalistic, I picked her up and placed her on the bed roughly. Barely testing her entrance, I pushed my way through her heat. Once we were connected some of the tension eased, but it wasn’t enough to stop the beast in me. I didn’t fuck her too hard, but I let her know who the fuck she belonged to and no meathead of a doctor was going to steal her from me.
“Don’t be gentle with me. I don’t want doctor hands; I want your hands.” She knew mentioning that fucker would set me off and it did. I bent my head down and took her super sensitive nipple into my mouth and sucked on her tender flesh. Her body bucked, but I halted that shit with a tug on her hair.
“You want it rough? I’m going to give you rough. I don’t want to hear about another man’s anything on you or near you. Understood?”
Giving me a vigorous nod, she moaned, “Yes.”
I worked her pussy until we were both panting and moaning. Then I pulled out and flipped her onto her knees. Holding her back to my chest, I pressed into her from behind. Slipping my hand under my baby, I found her heat and strummed her clit. I thrusted my hips up with my other hand resting on her breast, letting my cock stroke her walls while I held her still.
“You’re mine. Aren’t you, Calista?” I whispered against her neck.
“Yes, I am.”
“No one’s ever going to take you away from me,” I said.
“Never,” she cried, cumming hard against my hand and on my cock. I gave her a few pumps before emptying my load into her depths.
“I adore you, Cali. You’re my happiness.”
“I love you, too, Alex.” She laid her head back against my shoulder sleepily.
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It had been two months since I started seeing the new female therapist. Alex had lost his shit with the first therapist, so after my body was thoroughl
y fucked as promised, we found a new doctor. It was good, too, because a week after our visit he was brought up on charges of sexual assault. Then just last week we found out his license had been suspended before. Of course Alex told me so. I ignored him because I knew he was right. When the doctor and I were alone, he gave me a creepy vibe. That was why I ended our session short, but I wasn’t going to tell Alex that. He would have gotten into a fight with that asshole.
So when I met with Missy, Alex and I were happy. She was as professional as possible. We met twice a week and it worked. My meltdowns weren’t as often and didn’t take hours to calm down. Alex had been back at work for a while, so I spent a lot of my time alone. She said the pain will never really go away, but it will get easier.
We were finally going back to the house to get some things and box some stuff up. A part of the healing process was to go through their belongings. Alex took some time off to help me this week.
The first hour of boxing and sorting had been the hardest. After a while, the flood of memories made me laugh. Rob always had a way about him that made him so affable.
We planned to put the house up for sale because that part of my life needed closure. It hurt to say goodbye but it needed to happen.
"Love, are you almost done with the boxes for today?" Alexander called out from the kitchen.
“Yes. Give me one minute.” I could smell the food cooking, so I knew dinner was almost done. Alex too great care of me. I cooked more often than he did, but he always pitched in when I had a bad day. After I finished packing the last of the living room things I wanted, I walked into the kitchen.
There he was standing there in his boxers. I loved those ones. They were a plain cotton plaid pattern. They screamed sexy yet manly. “Um…I didn’t know you were on the menu for today,” I said, licking my lips as I eyed the thick erection pressing against his waistband.
“I’m not the only one, my good wife. I have a real craving for some Cali. You don’t know what I thought about the first time you stood by the stove cooking for me. God, I might cum from just reliving that moment.”
He had me undressed before I made it to the counter. He lifted me onto the granite surface. The cool top sent pleasure to my overheated body. I let out a soft purr. Then he pressed his lips to mine, capturing the rest of the sound. He pressed his hand against my wet pussy, parting my folds. I let out a deep sigh of pleasure.
“When your brother walked in, I felt nothing but relief. You were so damn tempting. I remember you sniffing me. You’ve no idea how fucking nuts I was about you at the time, but if you’d done one more thing to show interest, I don’t know if I would have held back.”
“That’s why you left me. As brutal as it was, I love that you did the right thing.”
“I wouldn’t say always the right thing. I stroked my cock every day thinking about when I’d see you again.” I could hear the pang of anticipation in his voice. “We are married now, but we had a lot of time to make up for.” Panting, I parted my thighs for him. His passion echoed through my body. He knelt before me and started to eat his way to making me cum. It didn’t take more than a minute before I was irrationally tugging on his hair, pressing his face into my mound, and vigorously running my heels along his back.
“Alex,” I moaned. He didn’t stop until I my body came alive again. After licking the wetness off his lips, he dropped his boxers and seated himself deep inside me with one long stroke. He wrapped my legs around his waist and fucked me until we were both coming hard.
“Thank you, Alex.”
“Thank you. I love cumming inside of you and fulfilling a long overdue fantasy.”
“Do you have any others?”
“Plenty,” he said wickedly.
“No other women—ever,” I warned his ass with a dirty glared added for emphasis. Because that shit would never happen.
He laughed then gave me another thrust of his still stiff cock. “Don’t worry woman. My fantasies are only filled with you. Always you.”
THE END
