She held on to his hand and turned slowly, revealing the curves of her barely covered, luscious ass. She had the most gorgeous legs. He trailed a fingertip over the dimples above her tailbone and she broke out in gooseflesh as she turned to face him again. The dark, rosy peaks of her nipples were pressed against the gauze fabric of the jacket, which was tied below her breasts.
“This is a matching outfit. When I bought it, I wondered where I’d ever be able to wear the skirt, but now I know. I’ll wear it for you.”
“I love it,” he said as he pulled her lush warmth against him and brushed his lips against hers, wanting access. He swept his tongue into her mouth and stroked her in a sensual unhurried rhythm meant not to overwhelm her but to bring out the wanton in her. It worked, as she moaned and held tightly to him, demanding more.
They were both panting when they finally stopped to draw a breath and he said, “I need to feed you first.”
As if in answer, her stomach growled and they both laughed. “I am starving. I didn’t have much appetite at lunchtime.”
“Understandable. So you gave Mrs. Dumphrey the rattle?”
She took the seat he directed her to in the breakfast nook and nodded. “Yes. I’ll be honest, Cody. I wanted to shove it in her face, and tell her that it was the three of you who saved her, and that she should be ashamed for judging us. But she’s an old lady, and set in her ways. She already seemed so upset and apologetic before she even knew I had it. She knew who you were from the beginning. When I finally showed her the rattle, after she asked me to, she was very impressed…and very grateful. I had the impression she’s changed her mind about you, actually. Not that it makes any difference. She even hinted at trying to fix everything but I stopped her.”
“You did?”
She nodded. “It’s done. I’d just as soon move on.”
She’d tried to be nonchalant about resigning only a couple of months into the school year, but he had a feeling she’d need time to mourn that chapter in her life closing before moving on. All three of them were prepared to help her in any way they could. He brushed her curls back from her shoulders and stroked her slender neck with his fingertips and then laid another kiss on her lips.
“Now that you’re a free woman, want to move up the wedding date?”
They’d originally set a wedding date for November so that they could take advantage of the Thanksgiving holiday she had from school to enjoy a short honeymoon. Now they could take a little longer if they chose. She sighed with delight as she took a spoonful of the tomato soup from him. “You’re full of wonderful ideas tonight. Are you thinking a Justice of the Peace?”
“Not unless that’s what you want. Woody Porter is a great guy but I know you probably dreamed of your wedding day being a certain way. I still want you to have that.”
With her elbow on the table, she leaned her chin in her hand as he fed her a bite of grilled sandwich and said, “Actually, I’d love for Woody to be the one to marry us but I do want the ceremony. Let me talk to Lucy and I’ll get back with you. I’ve always wanted to wear my mother’s wedding dress so that will make things easier. Have you talked to the guys about this? What did they say?”
Cody laughed. “They’d marry you tomorrow morning if that was what you wanted. They’re flexible but they want it soon, too.”
The quiet house echoed with the sound of their soft conversation, interspersed with laughter, until they were done.
“Come out on the back patio with me?” Cody whispered as he took her hand after they’d loaded the dishwasher.
“Yes.”
He turned on the stereo with the remote and led her out the back door. The only lights outside were those in the pool and he danced with her to “Night Train” by Jason Aldean.
“This is the first song we ever danced to,” she murmured, as she pressed her body to his. He could get intoxicated just from the feel of her and the willingness with which she went into his arms.
“You remembered.”
“I’ll never forget. I love it. Now it’s our song.” She tilted her head up for a kiss that tasted of the sangria that he’d poured in a wineglass for her earlier. “I love you. Were you serious about my panties earlier? Taking all of them?”
A chuckle burst from him. “Yup. I think it’s a great idea, and this outfit just reinforces that belief.” He reached up and gently untied the knot between her breasts as she looked up at him.
“I’m gonna need undies sometimes.”
“Mmm-hmm, and I’ll give them to you when you ask me for them nicely and I’ll take them back when they go through the wash. I’ll have a whole undie stash—”
“Ask you for them nicely?”
He nodded as he slipped the jacket off of her shoulders and worked it down her arms. “Mmm-hmm. I’m liking the sound of it more and more, to be honest. We can have daily inspection, where we make sure you’re not wearing any—”
She giggle-snorted. “Daily inspection?”
“And if we catch you in undies, we take them off of you and you get a spanking.”
“You’ve gotta be jok—Spanking? You said spanking?” Her honey-brown eyes went wide and she grinned.
Teasing with her was too much fun. “Mmm-hmm. I thought that might get your attention.”
She helped him slip her hands from the sleeves and he tossed the sexy little jacket on a deck chair. She shook her head at him and her breasts swayed sexily with the movement. “Nope, I’m keeping my panties and you can find another reason to give me a spanking, Mr. Alpha Male. I can’t have you believing you can just boss me around. Although going without panties today was pretty hot.”
“I’m thinking Heath and Spencer felt the same way when they helped you undress when you got home. I like that you push back at me sometimes.” Her peaked nipples were a distraction, rubbing against his chest as he searched for the closure on the skirt. She kept talking to him and stealing kisses, chuckling at his difficulty. He finally found the button and zipper at her side, undid them, and the skirt slithered to the porch in a gauzy puddle.
“Mr. Welsh, what’re you up to?” she asked with a giggle.
“Getting you nekkid, soon-to-be Mrs. Welsh. Got a problem with that?” he asked as he loosed the fly on his cargo shorts and let them drop to the ground. Going commando made stripping easy.
She looked down at his engorged cock and licked her lips. “Nope, no problem at all.”
“Spencer said you like the outdoor room.”
“Yes, I do. Very, very much.”
He picked her up and she looped her legs around his waist and rubbed her wet pussy against his dick. “How do you want it, baby? Hard and fast? Or slow and easy?”
“I want it all.”
“Spoiled rotten.”
“Remember? I told you that you would have lots of trouble with me because I’d get spoiled rotten. You’ve done your job well.” He growled when she rubbed her pussy up and down his length as he walked into the shadowy recesses of the outdoor room. “I want you to fuck me wild, like a stallion with your big cock inside me, the way you did on our first morning. Then make slow love to me under the stars.”
Her words, and the mental images they inspired, inflamed him as he set her down. “I need to get the mattress out of the base. Turn around and bend across the tub, legs together. Hold on to the opposite edge.”
She sounded breathless as she turned to do his bidding and he placed the thick cushion on the outdoor bed frame. When he turned back to her, he was entranced by the sight of her beautiful, upturned ass, which glowed like burnished copper in the silvery moonlight.
He stood there just staring at her, amazed, and listened to the sound of her rapid panting. She wanted it wild—she’d get it wild. He crowded her from behind and buried his nose in her hair at her shoulder, breathing her in, growing harder and harder for her. A soft shudder rippled through her body as he swept her hair over her shoulder and nipped at her neck and growled.
He braced a hand on one of the wa
ll supports and slid the other forearm around her front, at her hips. His distended cock stood straight out, as if seeking her heat. Planting his feet just outside of hers, he lifted her up onto her tiptoes to better align their bodies. His head slid through her drenched slit until he found the quivering, vulnerable haven between her pussy lips. With all the restraint he could muster, he paused there without pushing inside her.
“Want it, angel? Want my cock inside you? Fucking you?”
“Yes! Yes! Hard, baby! Fuck me hard!” Her cunt clenched and contracted around his head, driving him to the brink.
With a hard flex of his hips, he drove home with a single thrust, planting every inch inside of her. She howled lustily and ground against him, her cries growing louder as she rocked on his stilled cock and her orgasm billowed and clenched all around him.
“That’s right, angel, come for me. Damn, I love you.”
He pulled out and snapped his hips hard and began fucking her as if his life depended on this one act. He pulled out to the tip with every thrust, watching as her cunt bathed him in her juices, and slid home hard, making her curls bounce and her breasts bob with every movement. She panted beneath him, begging for more, which he gladly gave.
“Hold on tight, angel,” he ground out as he released his hold around her hips and slid his fingers down to her apex and rubbed her clit.
She gasped and cried out, “Oh, yes, Cody. It’s coming! I feel it!”
Their flesh smacked together over and over, the scent of her arousal making him drunk with passion. The sensation of burying his cock deep inside her tight, wet cunt over and over, combined with pounding his flesh against her soft derriere was nearly his undoing. By the thinnest of threads, he held back from coming and ending it too soon.
He listened to the pitch of her cries increase and growled in agony as her silky cunt milked his cock with each clenching contraction of her orgasm. When she was done, he pulled out and fisted the base of his cock and tried to catch his breath. His balls were ready to explode and he could’ve sworn he saw stars.
She was limp, stretched out over the tub, and needed his help to stand again. He focused on her and breathed deep as he watched her arrange herself on the cushion. She reclined, with her legs rubbing together, obviously still hot and ready for more.
With a wicked grin, he pointed at her legs. “Show yourself to me. Spread them wide.”
Her breathing increased as she did as he asked.
Pointing at her glistening, aroused pussy, he said, “Touch yourself for me. Stroke your clit.”
She eagerly did as he asked and he could hear the wet sounds of her fingertips on her slippery cunt over the whisper of the wind in the trees and the lapping of the water in the pool. She keened softly as she arched her back and whispered his name, pleading with him.
“Slide your fingers into your cunt, angel. Fuck yourself with your fingertips. That’s right, nice and slow, like you wanted.”
“Yes.” He wanted to moan along with her as he watched her delicate fingers slide into her pussy over and over. She spread her legs wider and raised her other arm over her head as her back arched and her hips undulated with each stroke of her fingers. “Cody, I need you. I need you.”
He released his throbbing cock and crawled between her legs, slowly prowling up her body as he watched her finger-fuck herself. Her fingers were coated with her cream and he bent down and licked her essence from her hand.
With a gasp, she turned her hand to him so he could take it all. Then he licked her pussy, gathering her juices onto his tongue, indulging in her sweet nectar until her cunt clenched against his mouth, waiting for that last touch that would send her over.
Cody held back for a few beats, giving her a chance to come down a bit. It’d be a miracle if he made it past more than a few thrusts but he’d do it for her, to hear her moans of ecstasy again.
Desperately, she clutched at him, trying to hold on to his thick shoulders but not finding much purchase until she could reach her arms around his neck. Then she was all over him, ravenous for him, and he for her.
She was wild with her passion as he whispered, “I love you, angel.” He lavished her with slow caresses up and down her arms, her sides, and her hips until she settled a bit. When she looked up at him, the love and desire in her eyes nearly undid him. He positioned his cock at her swollen cunt and delved in just an inch, torturing himself. Biting her lip, she sighed in delight and tightened her legs around his waist, trying to take more of him, but he stilled her with a hand on her hip and a gentle but firm command.
“Lie still.”
With eyes wide, she relaxed her legs so that they were propped on the cushion and kissed him as she stroked his shoulders, “Whatever you want, Cody. I’m all yours.”
Hearing that admission drew a soft, pleased growl from him and he stroked her sweltering cunt with another inch of his cock. She was so hot inside it nearly drove him insane every time he sank inside her. He gave her more with each methodical thrust until she was taking all of him.
Her head was thrown back and her body vibrated with tension as he fucked her slow and easy just like she’d asked for. He was drenched in sweat and every time he sank deep he thought his balls would explode in ecstasy, but somehow he maintained control.
He kissed her throat as he moved, licking at the perspiration that formed on her skin. Her curly hair caressed his cheek and she held on tight and whimpered as she came closer to her orgasm.
Gripping her ass, he lifted her so her bottom rested on his thighs and he began thrusting harder as she looked up at him, ecstasy and the starlight reflected in her eyes. In a sultry voice, she said, “Come with me, Cody.” Her orgasm struck a second later, bowing her back and drawing an exultant cry from her.
His control snapped as he pulled nearly all the way out and slid deep over and over, her climactic contractions too strong to resist any longer. Powerful release burned like a wildfire through him and erupted in searing, orgasmic streams of sensation. He couldn’t get deep enough or close enough as each tremor wracked his body until he was a limp wreck, weak in her arms.
Neither one of them could move for a long while. They just lay there listening to the wind as it rushed through the oak trees overhead. He didn’t want to leave the warm cocoon of her body. She looked up at the sky as he watched her face.
“The stars are so beautiful.”
“Are they? All I see is you. Stars were just stars before. Now that I’ve seen them reflected in your eyes, that’s my favorite way to see them.”
Maizy chuckled softly. “Why, Mr. Welsh, you’re a poet.”
He let out a deep, replete sigh. “I don’t know about that. Just telling you what I see.”
She gasped and pointed. “I saw a shooting star. Zing, it went! Oh, there’s another one!”
Cody gazed at her and nodded. He stroked between her breasts and teased the undersides until she shivered and giggled, and in reaction her pussy contracted around his softened cock. If she kept that up he’d get hard for her all over again. With reluctance, he finally slid from her body and cuddled her close to him, letting her use his biceps as a pillow and draping his thigh and arm over her to keep her warm as their bodies cooled.
She stroked the scar in his left eyebrow and said, “I love you, Bossy Bear.”
Cody grinned as he braced himself up on an elbow and looked down at her. “Bossy Bear?”
“Yeah, but I like that about you. You’re bossy but I know it’s because you care and not just because you have to be in charge.”
“I remember you calling me Grumpy Bear when we were washing your car after losing that damned bet.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re Grumpy Bear when you don’t get your way, which let’s face it, has to happen on a regular basis. I can’t have my bears getting complacent on me, you know?” She giggled when he blew a raspberry on her belly and nibbled at her hip.
Thinking he liked that she wasn’t going to be a pushover, he asked, “All right. What do you ca
ll Heath and Spencer?”
“Nuh-uh, that’s my secret.” She giggled when he tickled her belly button with the tip of his nose and said, “Okay, okay. Heath is Happy Bear.”
“Appropriate.”
“And Spencer is Worry Bear…and sometimes Honey Bear.”
“Worry Bear?”
“Yes, he worries about me driving Gertrude in the rain, about whether I’ve eaten, and slept enough. That was the first impression I had of him the day we met. He was also worried about me being frightened of the three of you.”
“How do you know that?”
“He told me. How did you get this?” she asked as she stroked his eyebrow again.
“A fight, when I was twelve. I hadn’t met Heath and Spencer yet. We were unsupervised one night and a couple of older boys picked a fight with me. That was the last time anyone picked a fight with me.” His upbringing had often been violent and he didn’t enjoy sharing details with her. He was grateful again to Jean Goodman for having the influence on them that she had.
“Ow. Did you need stitches?”
“A couple.” He’d needed five and his foster mom had done them herself. She’d been used to patching kids up. The other two boys had needed more stitches than he had.
She smiled as she stroked it. “I’ll bet that hurt but I have to tell you, it’s kinda sexy. Very pirate-y.”
“Pirate-y? Arr!” He kissed her and made her giggle some more before she looked up at him with serious eyes again.
“My heart aches when I think of the three of you growing up in that environment. I’m very glad that you found each other though.”
Cody shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad. We did have some good people in our lives.”
“Jean Goodman?”
“Yes. When we were a little older, we went through a period of rebellion and were moved to a group home together and told it was our last chance. We were too old to adopt and too young to be on our own. We were one bad decision away from living on the streets when we met her.”
“I like that you still visit her.”
“Far as I’m concerned, she’s my mom.”
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