Last Time We Kissed_A Second Chance Romance

by Nicole Snow

  Holding hands, her fingers tighten around mine as we watch her mom turn with a smile, and head back to her table. “You're really not mad? Not even a little bit?”

  “I'm a forgiving man when I need to be,” I say, reaching for her brow with my free hand, sweeping a loose lock of golden hair over her ear. Damn, whatever they've done with her hair, it's immaculate today. It'll be so much more fun to mess up later. “I meant what I said about the past. It's behind us, babe. Everything that happened with you, with me, with our fucked up families. We've got each other, and we're forging a new family. That's what matters most. What happened before is only relevant because it's a great guide for what not to do.”

  Nodding, she stares into my eyes. I've never seen her baby blues a happier shade. “Keep going, hubby. You're just so perfect I think I'll do something extra special for you tonight.”

  I can't help but smirk while my cock jerks, loving the tease in her eyes. “Like, Ali and Miles special, or Robbi and Luke?”

  “That depends. Which one is naughtier?”

  I've had enough. I won't wait longer than one more limo ride to find out. She laughs while I pick her up, carry her through the tables while a few last people wish us well, and out to the driver waiting for our departure.

  On the way, we see Grant in the lobby, barking orders into his phone. My high strung, money grubbing brother never takes a day off when his phone rings. I wonder how many millions he's just made when he punches a button on the screen, sees us, and waves, running over before we're in the car.

  “Brother, shit. Glad I caught up to you. Forgot to give you this thing I've been carrying around since I got here for the big day.” He reaches into his pocket, fumbles out something that looks like a small jewelry box, and plants it in my palm. “Go ahead, check it out.”

  Robbi and I both stop and stare at the small golden pin inside, a different gem in each of its four corners. It takes me several seconds to realize where I've seen it before.

  “Holy shit. Why me?” I whisper, trying to stop my hands from trembling. I'm holding the tiny eagle pin my mother used to wear in her old photos, the very one she went down with in the Alaskan bush, one of the few things they recovered from the crash site.

  Grant shrugs. “I remember dad saying this used to be with her all the time when she'd fly. Hayden found it in dad's old office, before the estate was sold. We talked it over and thought it'd make more sense with you, seeing how you're the fly boy in the family. You need the extra luck more than we do.”

  “Thanks, bro. Seriously.” My hand clenches it, and I press it against my chest.

  Back in the cathedral, when I watched my beautiful wife coming down the aisle, I wished like hell there was some way mom could've seen this. Turns out, she's found a way to be here after all, and it's a much more solid presence than the old letters stuffed in my box at home.

  I haven't looked at them in years. Stopped about the time I grew out of writing passive-aggressive songs, about the time I loved, lost, and found my way back to Robbi again.

  “Luke? What is it?” she asks, probably for the second or third time.

  “Something that belonged to my mom. You know I'm not the sensitive type, but damn if it doesn't make this day extra special.” I have to stop there.

  Grant slaps me on the shoulder, a big grin peaking through his thick beard. “Please, get the fuck out of here and enjoy your honeymoon. We'll catch up over drinks next time I'm in from New York.”

  “Whatever,” I tease. “You're just eager to get back to hashing out another billion with some jackoff trader on Wall Street.”

  His smile fades and his eyes shift back and forth. “I'm actually, uh, hiring a new assistant. Real pain in the ass finding a good woman.”

  Robbi and I look at each other, and I raise an eyebrow. “A good what?”

  “Good help, brother,” he says, smiling through his correction. “Don't you listen? Must be all this newlywed excitement!”

  “Whatever, bro, enjoy the spread here and then have a safe trip home.” I bring Robbi out the revolving door, leaving him to his mysterious love life.

  We're waiting for the driver to pull around and get us when I feel her hand in my pocket. She lifts up the small black box, takes out mom's old pin, and slips the clasp through the sleek white layers of her wedding dress before closing it.

  “Perfect fit,” she says, taking my hand, and laying it against her cheek. “I wish I'd met her,” she says.

  “Doesn't matter. Long as this baby turns out to be the first of many, she'll live on. It all will, the good and the bad, past and present, the best and worst of our families. Finally one.”

  I don't think about how strange it sounds until it's out of my mouth. But the way she kisses me just before the car comes tells me it isn't so odd.

  What better goal can a man and woman have than spinning tragedy into gold? We've done plenty of that already. There's a lot more coming, just as soon as I've given her a wedding night she'll never forget.

  We're in the spacious suite, we're naked, and I'm staring in stunned silence at my wedding present.

  “Where – no, fucking where – on God's green earth did that beauty come from?” I'm staring down at the little bird stamped on her ass, sitting on a twig spreading out along her hip, musical notes coming from its mouth in the shape of hearts.

  The inscription circling it in a crest would almost bring a tear to my eye if I wasn't drunk on lust, seeing my name on her bare, fuckable ass for the very first time.

  LUKE'S FOREVER. THROUGH LOVE, THROUGH LOSS, WE ENDURE.

  “Had it done last week. There's a reason I've been pretending to save my energy for the honeymoon.” She sticks the tip of her tongue out at me as I turn her around, and I bury it in my kiss.

  I knew she'd been holding out on me for a good reason. We never had a week long dry spell for sex since we sorted out our issues. Sure, the pregnancy and impending wedding stress could've put her under the weather, but the lust and excitement in her eyes never disappeared once when we went to bed.

  Moving my hands to her ass, I cup her cheeks, and squeeze, swallowing the satisfied moan leaving her mouth with another sultry kiss.

  “Your only mistake was waiting a whole week to fuck. Babe, everything we've pent up is coming out big time tonight. I'd be a damned fool if I didn't take full advantage of the sweet new target you've given me.” My palm cracks across her ass cheek. Hard.

  She shakes with a whimper on impact, writhing in my arms. Even the skin I haven't spanked feels ten degrees hotter when I run my fingers up her back, slow and sensual.

  I want to bring her the same delicious torture she's given me. I'll have her pussy soaking wet before I bury every inch inside her. “Let's see what it looks like from the air,” I say. My hands go to her shoulders, helping put her on her knees.

  She knows what to do. I watch the flicker in her grey-blue eyes dancing as she takes me into her mouth. My big cock looks like art once her lips hug it. I stare, admiring the tattoo as she crouches, bubbling her ass up, giving me a wonderful view.

  Looks good. Looks right. Looks like it's made to be there, my name inscribed on her sexy skin from now until kingdom come.

  “Yeah, fuck, yeah.” Groaning encouragement, I hook my fingers through her hair, wind several locks around my fingers, and pull.

  Nice and steady, baby girl. Keep fucking going.

  Love when she explores, but I love to lead her, too. I help her mouth up and down my cock, growing harder by the minute, oozing its slickness onto her tongue. She moans when she tastes my pre-come, and I fuck her face faster, quelling the burning sensation in my balls when I remember how good it'll be to blow when I'm in her, balls deep.

  Fuck, it isn't easy.

  My new wife looks hot as sin. Her beauty matches the room. It's lined in old world red where the gaping mirrors end. Sinful, seductive romance all around us.

  My eyes move mirror to mirror, taking in my cock in her mouth from every angle. I stop, til
ting her face when she slows to rest her jaw, urging her to share the view. “Look, little bird. See how happy you've made me, taking my dick with my name inked on your skin? Our hearts matched before. Now, we can say the same about our flesh.”

  I'm not joking. It gives me a rough, almost giddy pleasure seeing the design on her butt. It's not just the primal signal, having my name stamped there, but the fact she chose a tiny robin for a bird. It's no match for the falcon tattooed on my chest, but we've grown beyond primal and prey.

  Together, we've earned our wings.

  Together, we're taking off. Soaring. Free.

  Her mouth moves slowly, taking me in like she can't believe it herself, never once breaking eye contact unless I tell her.

  She's taken to her training so well. I'm smiling when I think how she could barely stand to look at me when we first started fucking again. It's taken months to fuck the shy, scared little girl out of her, and now I've got a woman taking as much of me as she can fit into her mouth.

  And what a beautiful woman, perfection sculpted in soft curves, golden hair, and gemstone eyes. Everything I always wanted to love, to cherish, and to ravage.

  Everything that matters, and so much more.

  “Okay,” I growl a minute later. My balls steam hotter beneath her fingertips, warning me they're about to give it up if I let her continue.

  There'll be another load for that. Right now, I'm not wasting a damn drop while my wife's freshly married pussy hasn't been mounted, fucked, and owned by her husband.

  “Kiss me with those dirty lips, and then get ready to spread your legs.” I help her up, never taking my hand from her hair. It helps when I pull her in for a kiss, tasting my salt and sex all over her.

  She's still so sweet behind it, especially when she moans. The more we do it, the less I'm able to tell where she ends, and I begin.

  Tonight, it's harder than ever. Doesn't stop me from sinking my teeth into her bottom lip, making her moan louder, taking her sweet, wicked energy down my throat.

  I take her sexy purrs like a demon in rut. My cock glides against her belly, still leaking on her skin, aching to be in her.

  “Chair, babe,” I say, walking her to the black leather seat in the corner. It's tall, sleek as a shark, and like something from a Medieval documentary.

  Grabbing her ankles, I swing her legs open as soon as her ass hits the chair. Then my tongue is on her, winding up her calf, licking a steady, kissing trail to her thigh. That's where I stop until I feel her shake.

  I flick my free hand against her pussy, testing her raw little clit.

  It's swollen, and she's sopping fucking wet. My taste buds prickle, hungry to taste her.

  Hungrier still to make my wife come on my mouth for the first time. It's like she's a virgin all over again, and I'm just as excited to fill her blank slate.

  Before I move in for the kill, I hold her thighs with my hands, waiting for her eyes to open so they see mine drilling in. “Lay back, breathe, and don't you dare shut your legs.”

  She nods frantically, her nipples pulsing red like small berries on her breasts.

  As I roll my tongue across her hot cunt for the first time, I'm amazed at how many firsts there will be with this woman.

  I thought I had it all when I took her cherry, all those years ago.

  Thought I'd conquered the world when I took her again, against the rickety wall in my dressing room, fucking her to Jupiter and back as my cock had the only pussy that would ever tame it.

  Then there was the sex when I got out of jail. I came so hard my heartbeat burned in my eyes, biting into her shoulder, slamming into her from behind while I had my hand between her legs, frigging the clit I'm all over now until she screamed herself hoarse.

  I should stop thinking I've figured out a damned thing about us.

  Honestly, it's better than it's ever been because the energy isn't predicable. My mouth moves up and down her pussy, grinding into her when her hips squirm, my tongue lashing her clit. It comes down wet, focused, and raw, summoning the same energy I first used spanking her ass as Miles.

  He wishes he had half of this. Everybody's favorite billionaire bad boy can go fuck himself while I'm devouring her cunt, fucking my tongue in and out of her, shoving my face so far up in her every growl I make reverberates in her belly.

  “Oh, Luke. Oh, yes!” She pauses, just enough to draw her breath, coming to the edge. I slow down to tease her, waiting for the magic word I'll never get sick of hearing. “Please.”

  There.

  In a flash of tongue and teeth, she's screaming. I tilt my head, never taking my tongue off her clit, making room to shove two stiff fingers inside her. I find the second best target on her body after the new tattoo.

  Know I've hit pay dirt when her screams go ragged, breathless, and hot cream gushes out of her.

  She wasn't a born squirter. I made her one. Perhaps my finest accomplishment, playing her body like a fiddle, knowing I can break her down however I want on command.

  The whimpers don't stop for a good sixty seconds. When they're finally over, I back off her sweet pussy, giving the soaked mess between her legs one last kiss.

  She's ruined when I stand up. I pick her up, haul her over to the bed in my arms, and lay her against my chest, cradling her head in my palm. I can't stop kissing through the minutes where I let her rest.

  Fire moves up my spine and pools in my balls, a slow building wave screaming fuck her.

  I will, but not yet.

  My forehead touches hers, steaming with excitement, urging her to open those eyes I love. “You know that kiss made me fall in love, right? Seeing you come for me drags me deeper under the spell. I'm a cursed man, little bird, and I'm happy.”

  “Love you,” she whispers, breaking a smile.

  We kiss through the entire spectrum.

  Slow and sweet. Soft and hard. Vicious, rough, relentless.

  The stubble on my chin grazes her throat, and her pussy rubs my cock, already aching to be filled.

  “No more teasing, Luke. Please. Please.”

  “Say it a few more times, and I just might come inside you.”

  “Ohhh.” I don't let up, burying my teeth in her neck, palming her breast with my hand.

  I take my time warming her up good and proper, plucking her nipples soft with my teeth, my tongue, my lips forming a perfect ring around them. I'd be content listening to her moan for me forever, but the insistent urge in my balls hounding me to fuck my wife won't be satisfied until I do it.

  The head of my cock rubs deeper in her pussy folds every time her hips grind into me. She's trying to get me in her before I'm ready, the little minx. I hold back, giving her tit one more suck, flicking the very tip of my canines into her tender flesh – a little trick that always sends her into another world.

  “Roll the fuck over,” I say, as soon as I'm ready. “I want to see my name when I go off in your married pussy.”

  “Sure, hubby.”

  Hubby? Fuck.

  I'm starting to like that word more than sir, as sappy as it sounds. Coming from anybody else, it would be, but because it's my wife, it's lightning.

  Taking my cock by the base, I watch her get on all fours, offering her ass to me. There's barely enough time to give it a whack before I'm in her.

  We fuck like there's no tomorrow.

  Truth is, there hasn't been enough yesterday. We're still making up for lost time every time our bodies collide, fucking through the pain that's kept us apart for too long. There'll never be enough. Not even when we're celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary, working on our sixth kid.

  Yeah, okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

  For once, I listen to my better instincts. It's not a chore to shut up the chatter and enjoy the moment, thrusting into my beautiful wife good and hard, love and lust colliding in every thrust.

  She sweats.

  She moans.

  She begs.

  Somewhere between those desperate breaths, before I
slam her ass against my pubic bone and come, I hear the love I see in her tattoo.

  “There's my girl. Come, Robbi. Come like you fucking mean it.” My hips go wilder than my words, hammering into hers, swinging my balls on her clit each time our bodies mesh.

  Hot? My testicles are screaming fucking meteors, about to become magma.

  I rail her through one O into the next. She's so turned on, it doesn't take long. Normally, I'd take pride bringing her off in something like one unbroken, beautiful chain of release.

  But frankly, I'm too crazed with the seed burning to my core to stop for anything.

  Need to get it out.

  Need to fill her sweet cunt.

  Need to finish loving her in this animal language words will never be a decent substitute for.

  My hand cracks across her ass before I can't hold it anymore.

  Once. Twice. Three fucking times.

  “Fuck, coming!” I shout, trying to hold my eyes open, catching one last glimpse of my name on her delectable ass before my vision goes black and red and white.

  My balls lurch, burn, spit hot jets into her. They don't care if she's been bred once, claimed at a biological level. Every time I give it up deep inside her cements the bond between us, turns me crazier, and makes me see new stars.

  This time, they're bright and hot and beautiful.

  Every single one of them says, I didn't know I could love you this fucking much.

  15

  This Time, Forever (Robin)

  One Year Later

  I'm living the Hollywood life I always dreamed, but it's not why I'm smiling.

  It isn't the sweet southern California air billowing in from the coast, wrapping around our mansion, tucked in the exclusive foothills just up the coast from L.A.

  It isn't watching Hayden, Penny, and their little daughter, Abby, rolling in the grass with our new French bulldog, Theodore.

  It isn't even watching the love of my life bicker with Grant at the giant grill over whose rub on the meat will do a better job at making our taste buds pop.