Gamer Love

by Melissa Lopez

  Her heart swelled while her skin tingled at the use of the term. Her husband. A bit awed she smiled.

  He looked at Lindsey for an answer.

  "I don't mind sharing for a dance.” Letting him go, Lindsey sat down beside Cynthia while the two moved off toward the dance floor.

  "Honey, you two make a beautiful couple.” Cynthia leaned her shoulder into Lindsey's.

  "Thank you.” Heat flooded her cheeks. God, she'd been having a great time with Abram. A great time. She could only imaging the following years being spent talking, laughing, and having fun.

  "So why are you nervous?"

  Lindsey looked over at her friend. “Huh?"

  "Let's see ... let me count the ways.” Cynthia sipped from her champagne glass. “First, you were playing with your necklace. Then, you took to twisting your ring. I've even noticed you nibbling on your nails."

  "Oh.” How easily she'd forgotten she tended to fidget when nervous. She ducked her head. Busted.

  "So what is it? The spontaneous vows?” Cynthia leaned into her again. “Second thoughts already?"

  Lindsey's head came up. “No.” Though Abram and she hadn't known each other long in the real world, she'd made the right choice. Only worry over how her mom would respond had niggled its way into her mind. It wouldn't be pretty. “No, no second thoughts. It's only I've yet to tell my mom."

  "Ah, and this will be a problem?"

  "Probably.” Sighing, she folded her arms on the table. Embarrassment crawled up her throat to heat her face. With all the excitement of the moment she'd been able to set her mom aside until now. “My mom can be a tad prejudiced.” That put it mildly. Her mother also tended to speak before thinking. She'd hate to have her mother say something to hurt or alienate Abram.

  "Well, honey, for a man with that ass, I'd face a firing squad.” She put her hand through Lindsey's arms. “I'm sure everything will be fine. And if you need to talk, you've got my number on speed dial."

  Abram joined them to sit to her right. Cynthia straightened in her seat as Abram wrapped his arm around her shoulders. His other arm came around to rest along hers. “You all right?"

  "Oh, yes.” She pushed down the sour mood that had risen up in her. She'd deal with her mom tomorrow. Tonight was for celebrating and making love. “I'm so ready to go upstairs."

  "You sure?” He leaned back a little, probably to get a better look at her.

  "Yes."

  A tremble ran through his body that set off a quiver in her thighs. At the pooling of moisture, she crossed her legs. He laid his hand over hers, his fingers twined with hers. His thumb rubbed over her skin. Such a simple touch. One she wanted to get used to.

  "I'll give a toast.” He placed a kiss on her mouth. Her tongue sought his out, but he broke the contact before she found it. There was no hesitation before he picked up his glass. “To my mujer hermosa, to her happiness and our future."

  A quiver of unease sliced its way through her. Please God, don't let Mom be too upset. Instead of showing the inner turmoil she felt, she forced a smile. Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry.

  He put his glass within reach of everyone.

  In time, they all touched their rims.

  Lindsey met his gaze. “To my husband. To our happiness. To our future."

  Abram stood before placing his glass on the table. She followed suit. “My bride has convinced me it's time we call it a night.” Moving quickly, he shifted to scoop her up in his arms. She gasped only to hang on to his neck.

  He faced the table. “Good night, ladies."

  "Have safe trips home!” She waved from over his shoulder.

  Laughter and cheers echoed as he carried her away.

  * * * *

  Like a glutton, Lindsey greedily savored the taste of Abram's deep kiss. She shivered, enjoying the aftershocks of the climax they'd shared. Slowly, their mouths separated as their bodies did. The parting left emptiness between her legs, so she closed them to hang on to the fading pulsations.

  His chest heaved when he pulled away. On his back, he removed the condom.

  Wrestling with the wedding dress, she wiggled as she watched him disappear into the bathroom. Using trembling hands, she smoothed her dress down over her thighs.

  The bed sank briefly with his weight when he returned. He settled along her side on an elbow. At the touch of his hand on her cheek, she sighed.

  "You sleepy?” His thumb feathered across her skin.

  "Oh no.” She kissed his exploring fingertips that lingered on her lips. “I want this night to last forever."

  On a growl, he dipped his head to dominate her in a kiss. Her hand slipped down between their bodies to grasp onto his semisoft cock. As their mouths sipped from one another, she stroked him until his length was hard, heavy, and warm in her palm.

  Another sweeping surge of arousal flickered to life within her still sensitive inner muscles. The deepening of the kiss whetted her desire. She moaned and sent her tongue to tease his active one.

  He groaned and lifted his moist mouth from hers. His lashes shielded his brown gaze. “My mujer hermosa.” He then moved down her body.

  She gasped as his head disappeared under the skirt of her dress. His lips, his mouth, were savage in his hunger for her pussy.

  The suction had her arching her hips in offering. Moisture pooled as he laved her needy flesh. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart. Carnal desire stirred as he urged her closer to the edge. Lips pulled on her extended clit. His teeth teased her mercilessly.

  "Abram...” Oh, Abram.

  Her body arched, tensed, strained to reach the unavoidable peak.

  Pleasure so hot, so deep, swirled, exploding outward from where he sucked on her tender flesh. “Oh, Abram.” Tiny convulsions claimed her for a mindless moment.

  When she opened her eyes, he was on his knees between her thighs. “You sure about this?"

  Noting the lube in his hand, she nodded and lifted her butt to give him better access. She'd been waiting for him to fill her back hole up all night.

  With his slippery fingers, he played in her back passage. Slow, steady movements were used to prepare her for his big cock. Generously lubed, he eased his stiff muscle into her anus. She tensed, only to have him shove deeper. On a groan, he went deeper still. This time was easier than last. He stretched her well, but there was no real discomfort. More pleasure than the time before, too.

  She moaned and pulled her legs back, allowing him to slide balls deep. With his balls pressed against her butt, he arched his back to get even deeper.

  "Oh...” He felt good inside her body. Almost as good as he did in her pussy. Having him buried in her depths was arousing.

  Sweat broke on his chest. A tic beat in his cheek.

  She reached for him when he pulled himself together enough to lean over her body. His breathing brushed roughly along the curl of her ear. Slowly, he set about working his hips. Desperate to keep him close, she wrapped her legs and arms around him. As he worked himself in and out of her tight back hole, friction grew on each rub of his lower abdomen on her pussy. Desire swelled in her breasts and wet folds.

  Soon, he'd push her into another climax. Soon. She whimpered at the feel of her muscles tightening.

  Fervently, he pumped his cock to slide it through her back passage. Soon, his movements turned into a frenzy to send her panting. Bliss stirred deep and he thrust in and out, stuffing her time and again with his hard length.

  Delicious sensations tightened in her clit. His cock bore deep. His pelvic bone created an unmistakable friction. All the while, his chest rubbed her swelled breast. The nearing climax felt so good.

  "Abram!” She clutched his heaving body closer. Impassioned with an erotic fever, she gulped for breath. Her fingers kneaded the muscles on his shoulders.

  Rapture claimed her and tore a cry from her throat.

  Abram followed with a quick hammering of his cock. She gasped at the feel of his hot come releasing in her back hole. Lingering trembles
raced through her limbs.

  She inhaled, enjoying how his muscles relaxed under her hands against his body. Though he slipped from her, he didn't move away. Instead, he kept most of his weight off her while his breathing slowed.

  "Um ... this is going to be my favorite part of marriage.” She kissed his temple. “Loving you."

  His handsome face came up. “Jesus, Lindsey, I'm going to like everything about it."

  * * * *

  Abram stretched a bit against Lindsey's warmth, only to roll over to spoon behind the curve of her back and ass. She sighed, wiggling against his groin. Lazily, he ran his fingers over the silken skin of her arm. This was definitely something he looked forward to getting used to. Waking up with his wife. As tired as he was, he'd never felt better.

  His first morning as a married man.

  Taking a quick peek, he noted his wife looked sleepy. He put his head back down. His wife. His heart raced at the responsibilities she'd given him. A responsibility he wholeheartedly wanted.

  His wife.

  Eyes closed, he nuzzled her ear. Teased the delicate skin of her neck. There was so much about being a partner in life he looked forward to experiencing with Lindsey. Though he'd never want to burden her with what he dealt with on a daily basis, just having her at his side eased him in some unexplainable way.

  Married. Who'd have ever thought it would happen to him?

  "Hmm, you're very awake.” Her hand latched onto his to bring it to rest between her legs. “I'm awake too."

  "Yeah.” They'd stayed up the entire night, crashing around eight in the morning.

  He groaned at discovering his wife's clit already moist.

  "How long have we slept?"

  Hungrily, he placed lingering kisses on her shoulder and throat. “Two hours."

  The roll of her ass back into his dick sent a hot surge of lust through him. He reached lower to spread her moisture around.

  She whimpered. “Abram.” Her breath caught at the same time his strumming fingers stimulated her tight little clit.

  As he pumped his inflexible dick along her ass cheeks, his breath roughened. She moaned and gyrated her hips while he worked his fingers to bring her to climax. He marked the skin of her shoulder and the back of her neck with his mouth.

  On a panting breath, she shifted, curling her body forward, giving his rigid length access to her wet opening. Unable to deny the invitation, he grunted. Quickly, he reached behind himself to grab a condom. Within pounding heartbeats, he had himself encased in protection.

  Placing the head of his dick at her pussy, he used short jabs to enter her sucking body, only to finally plunge deeper.

  Buried to his balls, he groaned, loving the feel of this most intimate embrace.

  She wiggled and swiveled her hips until he took control.

  He worked his arm free to use both his hands to grip her shoulders. He held her in place to fuck her senseless. Thrusting, pumping, he screwed her good. While keeping one hand on a shoulder, he used the other to hang on to one of her hips. He stayed close to her willing body. Deep, fast, and hard, he worked his hips. His ass squeezed together on every movement.

  Lindsey cried out, sliding her hand down between her legs. Her fingers brushed his balls in her eagerness. If he didn't bring her to climax, she would.

  Physical need for release shuddered through him. Tingling in warning, his balls drew up.

  Grunting through clenched teeth, he jerked every time her fingers scraped his pounding balls. Approaching carnal pleasure numbed his brain.

  Suddenly, she stiffened, arching on a long moan. Just as suddenly, he joined her in release. One, two, three furious thrusts sent his come screaming from his body in hot streams of pleasure.

  Slowly, his breath calmed, along with his heart. He eased from her body to drop the condom in the nearby trash can. Back in place, she snuggled closer and sighed.

  Bone-tired, he set his watch to wake them in two more hours. Then, they slept. The ping of his alarm woke him. Staying tight against his body, she rolled to face him.

  He turned the watch off to enjoy the soft curves pressed into his body. A thrill of lust went through his veins. He never wanted to get used to how good she felt against him. Too damn bad he had to drag his ass onto a plane for a flight home.

  "Lindsey.” He brought her to full alertness with kisses on her shoulder and throat. At the feel of her warm body shifting along his, his dick thickened. It stood out stiff from his pelvis.

  Jesus, the sex had been incredible. None he'd experienced could be compared to what they'd shared. Even after an exhausting night, he only wanted her more and more. Her leg slipped over his hip to bring a groan rumbling from his chest. “There's not much time..."

  She gasped. “I know. I know. I wish you could've gotten a couple more days off.” She took his dick in her hand.

  "I...” A shudder rocketed through him at the first stroke. “I swear I'll take a week off when you arrive.” During the night, he'd promised her a honeymoon. If he took time now, he couldn't take it then. He wanted to plan something special...

  Ever so slowly, her fingers played along his dick, driving his lust hotter.

  "I want you with me. Two weeks, right?” He caught her hand. “Maybe three?” She'd been avoiding the question for hours now. Most of the night, now that he thought about it. And he wanted their future together set. He wanted to know when she'd join him. They had a life together to get started on. Love, children, stability, and old age...

  She released him to place her hands on his chest. “Well, I've been thinking..."

  His chest constricted at the shy tone she used. She appeared almost self-conscious. Not anything he'd seen from her since the party where they'd met. She'd always been so at ease.

  "I was thinking three months."

  "What?” Three months? Confused, he forced her timid gaze to meet his. “What?"

  "Or even two months..."

  "Lindsey, what's going on?” Why would she want to wait months to be with him?

  "I need some time to get everything settled.” As if suddenly uncomfortable, she pulled the sheet up to hide her breasts. “There's my job ... and my mom."

  "Two weeks is reasonable job notice. You told me last night you didn't have a lease ... Wait ... your mom?” He regarded her for a long moment. Disappointment sliced through him. This didn't have anything to do with her job. He could see it in her eyes. Could note it in the nervousness in her trembling fingers. “Lindsey, what's this about?” He rose up on an elbow only to shift away and sit up. No matter how much he wanted to claim her and argue with her to minimize the time they'd spend apart, getting in her face wouldn't help the situation.

  "It's nothing really. I think the weeks will fly by ... We can go on as we had before until..."

  "You want to fool around on the computer for two or three months?” A tic formed in his cheek. He shook his head.

  "A couple months. Maybe not even that long. I need time to ... close out things."

  "You're being awfully hesitant.” He linked his fingers together. There'd be no backpedaling for him.

  "I need a month or two..."

  "For what, Lindsey?” He tried not to jump to conclusions. But he'd never heard of anyone taking three months to close out something. They lived in the cyber age; most things could be handled with a click of a mouse. Something was going on. Three months. Two months. She was too damn hesitant.

  She was quiet, so he glanced over his shoulder. She now sat dejectedly behind him on the bed. “I'd like to make sure my mom is okay with ... the move.” She waved a hand.

  "You've no children dependent on you and you're a grown woman. Your mother isn't in poor health or elderly, dependent on you.” He made a sound of amused anger. “Let me guess: the only thing that needs settled is me.” His mouth twisted. Fuck! “I asked if you were sure."

  "Oh, Abram.” She reached for him, but he stood moving out of her reach. “Let me explain."

  "You telling me it's going
to take three months to break the news of our marriage to your mother?” Jesus, she'd married him, and now it sure felt to him as if she was having second thoughts already. Fuck! He slid into a pair of jeans. “I asked if you were sure."

  "I am sure.” Lindsey got up on her knees. The sheet continued to be held, seemingly as protection. “I am very sure I want to be your wife. It's only ... I ... I've got to explain to my mom about you..."

  "Me?” Helplessness knotted in his guts. He didn't like the expression she wore. The panic in her gaze. “Just telling her you've fallen in love with someone isn't enough?"

  "It's..."

  "Telling her he's crazy in love with you isn't enough?"

  "Abram, we're different. I've got to explain it all to her.” Her mouth trembled.

  As if sucker punched, he briefly closed his eyes. Hate. How many times had he run across it? Even from a few of those he protected in Arizona he ran across it. “Explain things like I can trace my family back in this country to before the Mexican-American War.” His jaw ached. His chest grew tighter. The fact she had to explain their differences didn't sit well with him at all. Though this wasn't the first and damn sure wouldn't be the last time he'd deal with hate, coming from Lindsey, it hurt. No, not Lindsey. From her mother. Fuck.

  "Please, Abram. She's not an easy woman to get along with. For anyone."

  "Jesus, Lindsey.” Their parents. They'd discussed nearly everything, except their parents. He raked a hand through his short hair. “You could've fucking mentioned this before the ceremony.” With jerky motions, he put his socks and boots on and yanked his T-shirt over his head.

  "Oh, Abram. I love you. Please understand.” Her fingers toyed with the necklace he'd given her. “We can continue to be together online until I work things out with my mom. You liked what we'd shared..."

  He nodded. Yes, he had, but now he'd experienced the real things. Not wanting to believe the turn of events, he gave a shake of his head. He'd promised to himself he'd always show her consideration and kindness. But, he'd never felt so betrayed before. He'd asked if she was sure. And now she wanted months...

  No.

  Obviously, she'd made a mistake. If she was so worried about her mother's reaction, she knew as well as he did people's opinions rarely changed when it came to hate and acceptance. Three months would never be long enough to get her mother to thinking kindly of him.