Indulge

by Liv Morris

“Yes, I knew but when I saw the love you had for Jenny, I realized right away that I couldn’t go through with the plans to take your business from you,” he said in one breath.

  “Why?”

  Yan smiled. “I like your wife. She’s good for you. She keeps you in line. Now I know more than ever, that I don’t want to ruin you. I need…” I frowned.

  “What?”

  “I need my brother and my sister in-law. You’re the only family I have left.”

  My heart swelled. It would take time. It had been way too many years to bond instantly, but we were brothers. Blood. We couldn’t deny that. “So what are you saying?”

  Yan huffed, fidgeting in his seat. “You’re going to make me fucking say it, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fine. I want back in your life so we can bond like normal brothers and shit,” he grumbled.

  I cupped my ear. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

  His jaw tensed. “I said, I want to be part of your life again.”

  I laughed. “I know. I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

  “Asshole,” he mumbled but a twinkle of amusement flashed in his gaze.

  I smiled and sat back. So this was what being happy was about. I had a wife, my brother finally was speaking to me again and so far, my businesses were legal and going well.

  Everything with Jude had simmered down a notch. It had been a couple of days since Jennifer went to see him. I didn’t know what she had said. Yan had given me the run down on the conversation that took place between her and Jude, and that she handled that shit well. She had him eating out of the palm of her hand by the time she was through.

  I was fucking proud of my wife and the way she dealt with her problems. She was my rock. My solid. My center. She was the part that was missing my whole life. I was addicted to her like a junkie to their drugs. She was my drug. My high. And this addiction? I never wanted to kick it.

  ***

  That night, I sat at my desk, writing up a spread sheet for Jennifer’s clientele when she strolled into my office carrying a handful of shopping bags. I smiled and pulled off my glasses before rubbing my aching eyes. “I bought some things for you, Mathis,” she said, placing the bags on the floor before sitting in my lap. Her fingers rubbed the tension out of my temples, making me sigh.

  “Did you now? What kind of things?” I asked, leaning my head back against the seat.

  “Lingerie, whips, chains, a strap on.”

  I raised my eyes brows. “Lingerie? Don’t you have enough?”

  She laughed. “You’re fine with a strap on but worried that I bought too much lingerie?”

  I chuckled. “I’m all for trying anything once.”

  Jennifer shook her head. “I was trying to be funny.”

  “I know, love.” I kissed her arm and clicked a couple of keys on the computer, bringing up a different screen than the spreadsheet that I was working on. My wife started telling me about her day. About the shopping extravaganza she went through with Nora. About Nora and Dean. All kinds of useless shit, but listening to her ramble on was probably the highlight of my day.

  “I think she’s in love with him. Of course, she falls in love with every guy she dates, but whatever. I really like Dean and I think he’s good for her.”

  I smiled. I could listen to her speak for hours. Her feminine but husky tone washing over my skin like melted chocolate. Her eyes danced around excitedly, telling me about her day when they landed on the screen of my laptop. Her words trailed off, her mouth opening and closing.

  I grinned. “What’s wrong, love?”

  She pulled the lap top closer, her gaze moving across the screen. “Is this…are we…what…Mathis.”

  “What?”

  She punched me in the arm. “Are you fucking taking me to Italy for our honeymoon?” I shrugged.

  “Maybe. Unless you don’t want to. We can always stay__” Her mouth crashed to mine and she reigned kisses all over my face. “Yes. Oh yes. I want. Please. Oh thank you.”

  “Anything for you, Jennifer.” I chuckled.

  She worked at my belt buckle, frantically getting it undone. “What are you doing?”

  She licked her way between my lips. “Thanking you my dear husband.”

  And thank me she did. She used her body to show me exactly how happy and excited she was for our up and coming honeymoon. Having her all to myself for the three weeks I had booked would help our relationship. Help us get to know each other.

  Our trip to Italy couldn’t get here fast enough.

  Chapter 23

  It’s Italian

  (Jennifer)

  The week flew by in a blur of packing, working on setting up my new business, and tying up every loose end I could think of before I handed everything over to Nora and Harper, my new personal assistant. As much as I tried to force Nora into the role, I knew if I left her with any real responsibilities the entire business would crash and burn. Like literally, there would be actual fire.

  “I will have my laptop and cell phone. Mathis will have his as well. If anything happens I need to be contacted immediately. No questions.” I lectured both women before I stood from my brand new white desk across the room from my husband’s home office setup. He was over the moon with my new business interest, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Anything I wanted, I got.

  The small office space was nothing compared to the moon and stars he tried to throw at me every chance he got.

  “I will see you in two weeks anyway,” Nora reminded me. The last week of the trip Dean had convinced Mathis to fly her in so they could spend some quality time together. No matter how many times I asked my dear husband to leave Dean stateside, the answer always remained no.

  “I can’t wait. We can go shopping. Italian outlets are supposed to be to die for!” My excitement was for more than just the shopping. Truth be told, I wanted to see all the sites. Every last one. From the museums, to The Colosseum. The Pantheon and of course, Mathis wouldn’t leave Italy until we had one of those romantic gondola rides down the beautiful Venice canals.

  Yup, I was becoming spoiled very quickly. But, also remaining humbled to my roots. I could never forget the small Kansas town I hailed from. My parents would never allow that. But, the one place in the world I had always wanted to travel was mere hours away and this bitch was going to take full advantage of it.

  I let out a sigh thinking about the possibility of us making a baby on our honeymoon. Wasn’t that what so many couples did? Truth be told, it hadn’t been long since I threw caution and my birth control pills to the wind. But the thought was still front and center in my mind.

  ***

  “I’ve never in my life gotten sick from flying.” I hung over the stupid toilet in the tiny bathroom of the private jet Mathis had hired for our trip. We were somewhere over the Atlantic, deep in the night sky. I had been fine for most of the flight but once we hit a small patch of turbulence, all bets were off.

  “This is so embarrassing,” I mumbled while wiping my face with a cool washcloth and rinsing my mouth. Nothing says sexy to a man like holding your messy hair while you empty your expensive dinner into the shitter. Dammit!

  “Oh stop, I can’t even count how many times it has happened to me. I double up my dose of Dramamine every time I fly. Come on and lay down. I will get you some water and a couple pills and you can sleep until we get ready to land.”

  What did I do to deserve him taking such good care of me all the time? I should be giving him an epic blow job or riding him in the reverse cowgirl while becoming lifelong members of the mile high club.

  Instead, he tended to me like my own personal doctor. Maybe this was just the universe’s way to prepare him for whatever morning sickness I would end up with whenever a baby started growing within me.

  ***

  Fourteen hours on a plane and I was feeling like a giant bag of assholes. When we finally settled into the ritzy hotel suite Mathis had booked, I made a phone call to the s
pa and waved goodbye as I walked out of the room for a massage and various spa services that would help me feel human in a couple of hours.

  “Nothing fancy tonight, Mathis. Dinner in the room or something so I can get a good night’s sleep. I need to recover from that flight. I didn’t know it was going to turn into hell over the Atlantic.” I chuckled while I exited the room and made my way to the spa. Much needed.

  As I entered the lobby and turned the corner, I accidentally ran right into a woman. I am so damn clumsy sometimes.

  “Crap! I am so sorry!” My eyes lifted and when they came in contact with her face, a chill ran down my spine.

  Her familiar brown eyes are sad and the long brunette locks she once wore were chopped short into a bob. But no matter how many people I had fucked over the years, I would never forget Lily.

  Her large chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Lily?” I asked, as we both continued to stare at each other, shocked at the other’s presence.

  “I’m sorry, Jennifer. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” She tried to walk around me, but I put out my arm to stop her. Why was she trying to run from me? This whole thing seemed so damn strange!

  “Lily, wait!”

  “Jennifer, please. Just let me go. I don’t want to see you. You remind me of him.” Her words were like a slap to the face. I reminded her of Jude?

  “What happened?” My words were quiet, I didn’t expect her to answer me. I knew if I was in her position, I wouldn’t.

  “He left me to chase you, Jennifer. He has been in love with you for years.” The gorgeous busty brunette turned and her heels clicked off as she ran for the front door of the hotel.

  Love? No way. Infatuation maybe. But there was no way that Jude ever loved me. Not the way Mathis does.

  Shit. Now my nice relaxing time in the spa was ruined. There was no way I could lay back and be pampered while my mind was drifting back to the blond man I once thought owned my heart.

  Fuck Jude and fuck Lily for just throwing that garbage into my head!

  Chapter 24

  Italy, the City of Love

  (Mathis)

  Only having lost a day of our honeymoon, Jennifer was ready and raring to go. I laughed as I watched her fly around the hotel room, impatiently waiting for me. My goal was to teach her that anticipation was key but it hadn’t worked yet. All in due time. Never mind, who was I fooling? She was a lost cause.

  “Mathis, please. Will you hurry up?”

  I did up the buttons on my white linen shirt, leaving the first four undone. “A little impatient are we, love?”

  She huffed, smoothing down her red summer dress and placed her hands on her hips. “No. I’m just excited.”

  I walked up to her and placed a hard kiss on her mouth. “I can tell.”

  She shook her head and cupped a hand over my pants before squeezing my cock. “The sooner we take this Gondola ride, the sooner we can get home and…” she licked her lips. “Well, use your imagination.”

  I already was. I smirked and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles. Heading out of the hotel and into the street, I had made sure originally, when I booked the trip that we were right by the canal.

  I was probably as excited, if not more, to show off my beautiful wife the middle of the city. I had never had the pleasure of taking a Gondola ride, but I was more than happy to experience it with her. There were so many things I wanted to experience with her, and only her. Simple things that had never crossed my mind before her.

  I stepped into the gondola and held onto Jennifer’s hand, helping her get in. We sat at the back of the small boat, and she snuggled against me. The gondolier gave us a wool blanket and I wrapped it tightly around us.

  It was early evening, the air was cool and the sunset was simply stunning. Red, yellows, and oranges caressed the sky as the sun set in the far off distance.

  Jennifer snuggled tighter into my side and I sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of her. She smelled like me and lavender. My favorite.

  I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grazed my lips along her ear. “I enjoy the smell of me on you, love.”

  Her breath caught and before she could say anything I inched my hand under the blanket up her inner thigh. “Mathis,” she said, grabbing my hand.

  “Shhh…I’m going to give you a taste of what’s to come later. Just relax. Enjoy. But keep quiet. Your sounds of pleasure are for my ears only,” I whispered in her ear.

  She released her hold on me.

  “That’s my girl.” My hand grazed up under her dress to her bare mound. “Hmm…no panties, Jennifer.”

  She smiled and licked her lips, spreading her legs. I brushed my other hand down the side of her cheek. “You wet for me?”

  A moan escaped her lips as I pushed a finger through her folds before delving deep inside of her pussy. Her slick juices coated my hand as I thrust a second finger in her. Her hips moved slowly with the movements of my hand.

  My palm rubbed over her engorged clit, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, I knew her hot little body craved.

  Her small hand landed on my thigh, digging her fingers into my leg. “Mathis,” she breathed.

  I watched the pleasure spread over her face as my fingers picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her at a pace I knew that drove her insane. “Come for me, love.”

  Her body shook, small breaths leaving her lips as she came hard.

  I turned her head and kissed her slowly, swallowing the rest of her cries.

  “Wow,” she said when I released her.

  Her nostrils flared when I licked the juices of her delicious body off of my fingers. I swallowed, my cock lengthening as the sweet taste filled my taste buds.

  She took a breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at a Gondola ride the same again.”

  ***

  Jennifer rose from my lap as our own personal waiter entered onto the terrace. I frowned, my body stirring as I watched her sashay her hips before sitting across from me.

  She caught me staring and giggled. “See something you like, my dear husband?”

  I smirked and sipped at my wine while the waiter placed silver dishes with food between us. The intoxicating scent of spices and tomato sauce filled my nostrils. My mouth watered. God, I missed this. Real Italian food. Jennifer’s eyes widened as the waiter lifted the lids off of our dinner.

  “Enjoy.”

  We both smiled up at the waiter and watched him leave. “Dig in, love,” I said and picked up a piece of garlic bread.

  She chewed her bottom lip, her gaze raking over the spread laid out before her.

  “Having trouble deciding what to eat?” Her cheeks reddened. “I want to eat it all.”

  I chuckled. “If you want to eat it all, then go ahead.”

  She huffed and reached for a piece of bread but drew her hand back.

  I frowned and rose to my feet before sitting beside her. “Here. Let me feed you.”

  Her gaze met mine. “What? Why? I can feed myself.”

  “I know, love.” I kissed her mouth. “It would do be great honor to please that hunger of yours.”

  Her eyes darkened and she nodded. “Okay,” she said softly.

  I dipped a piece of garlic bread in the heated butter that came along with it, and brought it up to her mouth. “Open.”

  She did as I said and took a bite, savoring the spices of the soft dough.

  A drop of melted butter ran down her chin and before she could wipe it away, I leaned in and licked up the buttery liquid. I groaned.

  Her nostrils flared. “How about we skip dinner?”

  I laughed and grabbed the glass of wine, bringing it up to her lips.

  She shook her head, stopping me. “I don’t like wine.”

  I grinned. “Trust me. You’ll like this one.”

  Jennifer’s beautiful ocean blue gaze searched mine before she nodded, taking a sip of the wine that I had offered her.

  I quickly grabbe
d the back of her neck and licked my way between her lips, swallowing the sweet red liquid that had flowed into my mouth.

  She moaned, deepening the kiss. Our tongues danced, dueled for ownership as the wine crashed into my senses. I trailed kisses down her jaw, sucking and licking her skin, lapping up the wine that had escaped her mouth.

  “Mathis,” she breathed.

  “Yes?” I asked, my now very hard erection straining against my pants. “More.”

  That one word called to me. Although it was such a small word, it meant so much. Spoke thousands more as we made out under the starlit sky.

  Her hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling me against her.

  “Please.”

  “Not yet. Slow, love.”

  Jennifer pouted.

  “You need to eat.”

  She opened her mouth to protest when a loud rumble erupted from her stomach. She laughed, her cheeks going red.

  I chuckled and sat back, watching her eat the meal laid out before her. “Aren’t you going to eat some?” she asked between mouthfuls.

  “Oh I’ll eat.” I winked, but it wouldn’t be food I would be devouring. Right now though, I was enjoying watching my wife savor the pasta. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.

  I loved a woman that could eat and that enjoyed food. I wasn’t into these tooth pick thin women who ate only salad. Who can fucking survive off of rabbit food? Jennifer loved food from what I could tell. Her moment of hesitation when the food was first brought out was soon forgotten.

  She looked back at me and smiled. “Thank you for this.”

  “For what?” I asked, rubbing a hand in circles over her back.

  “For everything. For you. For us. For this.” She motioned around her.

  “Get used to it, Jennifer. I like to travel, and in my line of work you can always come with me. Expect more trips like this in the future.”

  “What about when we have kids?”

  “Even if we are blessed with children, they will be raised as travelers. I refuse to leave them home with a nanny.”