Tell Me Why It's Wrong

by B. Celeste

  Her breath shutters. “We could…”

  One of my hands rise until it’s cupping her breast, feeling the absence of a bra, and leaving me thanking whatever Holy spirit is listening. Her nipple is already pebbled, and she breathes heavily when I begin playing with the sensitive bud while continuing my slow ministrations on her neck. I know well by now what makes her wet, what makes her moan the loudest, and what gets her writhing in a matter of seconds.

  And when I dip my hand into her leggings, I smile against her neck when I feel how soaked her pussy is for me. I trail her arousal to the button of nerves that I know will detonate her if I apply just the right amount of pressure, then tease her entrance again with featherlight circles before adding another digit.

  Spreading her thighs wider to give me better access and watching where my hand moves inside her, I lean forward and whisper, “That’s right, baby girl, watch me finger fuck you.”

  She obeys, watching my hand work it’s magic under her leggings, the slick sound of her arousal making the moment that much hotter, until she tilts her head back and gasps out my name before I capture it with a kiss. With the lift of her ass, she orgasms until she shakes and only comes down a few long moments later with my fingers still toying with her sated body.

  “Now,” she rasps, gripping her leggings and tugging them down. “Please, Garrick.”

  For a moment, my brain shuts off.

  Then she says, “I need you.”

  I need you.

  Three words.

  That’s all it takes before she’s suddenly underneath me, her leggings gone, her shirt pulled up to expose her beautiful pink nipples, and my jeans and shirt absent within seconds. In nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, I kiss her long and hard before pulling back. “We can move inside…?”

  She shakes her head. “Here. Now.”

  Her inability to speak full sentences makes me examine the cushioned lounger we’re on for a few seconds before nodding and taking her mouth a little more gently than before and helping her free me of the last layer of clothing between us.

  I brush hair out of her face and behind her ear, caressing her cheek with my thumb before stroking myself, licking my fingers to dampen the head of my cock, and lining myself up to her entrance. The heat radiating from her consumes me as I start to push in.

  When her body locks, a gargled noise escapes her mouth. I move my fingers to her clit and being stroking. “Relax, Rylee. I’ll take care of you.”

  Her shaky arms go around my neck, her eyes fluttering and cheeks darkening as she looks down where the tip of my cock is still partially planted inside her. “I have something embarrassing that I need to tell you.”

  My brows go up, my movements stilling completely. “You’re a virgin.” It’s not a question, but a sure statement—one I’ve wondered for a while but didn’t want to ask so she wasn’t embarrassed.

  “No!” Her answer is full of offense before she drops her head back and closes her eyes. “But I might as well be. I’ve only done this one other time.”

  Kissing her once, twice, a third time, I nuzzle our noses together before replying, “I sort of guessed as much, Ry. If you need me to stop—”

  “No, no. It’s… I’m just nervous.” One of her hands goes to my chest, feeling the steady beat of my heart. “I want this. I want you. But I’m embarrassed.”

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed of.”

  “But you—”

  “Have never done this with someone I genuinely care about,” I finish for her. “Don’t be embarrassed, love. I want this as long as you do.”

  I watch her for a few moments before giving her a single nod when she doesn’t stop me, lowering my forearms on either side of her head. There’s little space to work with considering where we are, but it makes the moment ten times more intimate. “Breathe for me, baby girl. In for three, out for three. I need you to relax so I don’t hurt you.”

  Her throat bobs as she swallows, before following my instructions. After a few deep breaths, I can feel her legs spread wider before she wraps them around my waist with a little guidance from my hands.

  “Good.” I kiss her the same moment I roll my hips forward, inching in little by little and swallowing the noises she makes. Our neighbors are far enough away that I doubt they’d hear us, but I’m sure Rylee wouldn’t like knowing they could potentially understand what’s going on when she starts panting as I bottom out inside of her with one last slick thrust.

  Fuck. She’s so tight I know this won’t last long, so I take my time and make sure she feels as good as she can, going slow and kissing her with a purpose I’ve never given any other woman who’s been underneath me. One hand on her upper thigh, I keep a steady hold of her as I push in and pull out to a calculated rhythm that has her whispering my name is a raspy breath. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders as I move faster, the lounger squeaking with every thrust inside her vice-gripping pussy until I can’t hold back anymore.

  At the last second, I pull out and grab the top of the lounge chair for support, pumping my dick until I shoot spurts of cum onto her stomach.

  Dropping my head down, I lower myself enough to kiss her flushed face. “Are you okay?”

  Slowly, she nods, kissing me back. “Sore, but…” Burying her head into my neck, and wraps her arms around my back. “Good. I’m good.”

  I pull away, grabbing my shirt from the ground and wiping her off. “I wasn’t sure if you were on birth control…”

  She watches as I throw the tee back onto the pavement, biting her bottom lip for a few seconds before shaking her head. “I should probably get on it.”

  I kiss her. “It’s up to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll just get more condoms. We have plenty of experimenting left to do.”

  Her eyes widen. “We do?”

  I grin. “Practice makes perfect.” My fingers tangle into her hair, brushing out the tangles and knots. “And we both know how much I love to practice.”

  The flush on her face disappears, turning into two pink dots. Her embarrassment is cute, endearing even, and only makes me want to see what else I can do to make her turn that shade.

  “I’ll get on the pill as soon as I can,” she decides, letting me readjust us. I pull the tee she’s wearing down, so she’s covered before tugging her into my side.

  “If you’re sure.”

  She lets out a content sigh. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” she whispers out of nowhere. “But I’m glad.”

  I hug her as close as I can, my way of agreeing with every word she said.

  30

  Rylee

  The crisp December weather dips below fifty degrees the week of Christmas. By the time the holiday comes, the heat is at full blast despite Garrick being in athletic shorts and a tank top from sweating to death while I’m wrapped in a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and Snuggie to keep warm.

  “My parents said they’re going to arrive in about twenty minutes,” I tell the man currently helping his mother pull the turkey out of the oven. He looks up from where his mother checks the bird, eyeing the outfit I changed into.

  I flatten my hands against the dress, one that his mother gifted me after an outing we’d had together a few weeks ago. She’d seen me looking at it through a store window before pulling me into the store and asking one of the women working to let me try it on.

  No matter how many times I told her I didn’t need anything new, she’d brush it off. And when I walked out of the dressing room in the black batwing, V-neck knitted dress that hit just above my knees, her eyes lit up as she covered her mouth and slowly shook her head. One of the store’s employees wrapped a satin black ribbon around my waist and tied it into a bow before they all stepped back and stared.

  “Isn’t my daughter beautiful?” Elaine had asked them all.

  And the way Garrick was looking at me in this very instant, I truly feel it.

  Garrick walks over, holding my hands out to study me from closer up. The way his eyes ra
ke down my body makes me draw my bottom lip into my mouth. He’s studied my body like it’s his career over the past two weeks, giving me time before teaching me his favorite positions and letting me figure out mine.

  The inexperience I’d been embarrassed about melted away whenever he’d strip me of my clothes and use his hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue—among other things—to tell me he thought it was sexy to be the person guiding me on how to be in touch with my body.

  “Beautiful,” he whispers, kissing me lightly and resting his forehead against mine. “I have no words.”

  “You seem to be doing just fine.” I tug on his tank top. “Though, you may want to change. I’ll turn the heat down so you’re not sweating.”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I’ll deal with it. I should go up and get ready before they get here.”

  With another kiss and a squeeze of our hands, he lets go and walks upstairs leaving me alone with his mother.

  I ask, “Where’s Chase?”

  She washes her hands and dries them before turning to face me. “He’s running a bit late. Things have been…” Her words fade as she loses her train of thought. “Well, he’s had a lot going on. But he promised he’d be here for the family lunch.”

  I wasn’t worried about it, though I have been worried about him. Garrick hasn’t said much about the situation, and I’ve never asked. I know it’s between them and I shouldn’t butt into business that my nose doesn’t belong in. Even though Chase and I aren’t particularly friends, I want to see him happy and know something has been preventing him from that.

  Elaine waves me over. “Do you mind fluffing the stuffing and stirring the potatoes? I need to make sure everything else is ready so we can put the dinner rolls in to toast.”

  She’s been frantically rushing around the kitchen all morning, instructing Garrick and I on what to do and when. I have some knowledge from the years helping my parents during the holidays but let her guide me on her recipes since some are different than what I’m used to making.

  When I hear tires roll up outside, nerves shoot through my body. I check myself over for the tenth time since walking downstairs and feel a hand on my shoulder.

  Elaine says, “You look fine, dear.”

  “Is it weird I’m nervous?” They’re my parents, hardly anyone to be scared of. But this is only the third time they’ve been to California, and the first time they’re meeting my husband’s family. It seems…

  Shaking my head, I blow out breath.

  One—the hard part with my parents is over, so we can all enjoy Christmas together.

  Two—they were willing to fly here even though they could have stayed in New York or asked us to come to them, which means they’re willing to try with Garrick.

  Three—Elaine is impossible not to like. And even though Chase sometimes gives me a hard time, he’s like the brother I never wanted.

  It’ll be fine.

  I nod after repeating that to myself and walk over to the door, standing on my tiptoes to peak out the windows on the top and see two familiar faces walking toward the front of the house.

  When I open the door and walk out, Mom and Dad each give me a once over before studying the huge house behind me.

  It’s Dad who says, “This is quite the place, kiddo.”

  Ushering them inside, I take their coats and hang them up as Garrick comes downstairs in the same outfit we married in. It takes me a few moments of admiring the way he fills out his clothes perfectly before Mom clears her throat.

  Blushing, I walk over to the extended arm Garrick opens for me and settle into his side. “I’m sure you guys remember Garrick.”

  Dad simply nods at him as he scopes out the inside of the house, as if trying to find faults with it. The first time they visited me was after I’d moved into my old apartment, and Dad went through each room wiggling furniture, testing lights, and making sure all the appliances were working and safe before giving me his approval.

  Elaine walks out of the kitchen with a big smile as she sees my parents. “You must be Rylee’s parents.” She reaches out and shakes my father’s hand first, then my mother’s. “We’re so glad you could come.”

  When Garrick asked how I wanted to spend Christmas, there was no pressure. He told me it was up to me whether I wanted to spend it here or back in New York. But with news spreading of my marriage, things in Liberty have been…interesting. And even though Garrick wouldn’t be the first celebrity from there, we’d definitely cause a scene with how popular he is. No amount of money could buy us a quiet holiday, so I decided it’d be better to invite people here where we’re better equipped.

  Mom looks between me and Garrick before her eyes go to the interior. “It was nice to be invited. You two look lovely, and this house is…nothing like I pictured.”

  Garrick laughs. “I get that a lot.”

  “Was the flight okay?” I ask.

  Elaine guides us all into the den where Mom and Dad take the love seat and explain their bumpy ride. I cringe when they grumble about a finicky baby on board, and how packed LAX was when they landed. I can tell their experience wasn’t exactly five stars, but they refused to let us bump them to first class or help beyond setting them up with a car and driver to take them where they need to go. They’re not even staying in this mansion of a house, but in the city at a Hilton hotel that they booked once they agreed to spend the holiday with us. They’re only staying overnight before getting a flight back to New York to spend the New Year with other family and friends on the east coast.

  Garrick pats my thigh before escaping to the kitchen with his mother to finish lunch preparations, giving me time with my family.

  Dad gives me the smile I always loved seeing on his face. “You seem happy, Ry. I’m glad to see that. Can’t say I’m surprised after seeing what I have of this place.”

  I blush. “It’s a nice area.”

  “And the house,” Mom remarks, staring at a few photos hanging on the walls. “I watched that MTV Cribs show to prepare myself for what I might walk into.”

  Gaping at her, I slowly blink. “I can’t believe you watched that. That ended years ago, it’s completely out of date.” She used to watch HGTV religiously when I was growing up, always wanting to flip a house or renovate theirs based on whatever the people in the shows were doing. Poor Dad had a honey-do list a mile long that ended up being split in half when budget became an issue. She would have been better off studying those shows before coming here if she was that worried.

  “And what are your thoughts?” I inquire, refraining from biting my nail like I want to when she gives the room we’re in a once-over.

  “It’s very homey,” she decides. “But I wouldn’t mind a tour to see the rest.”

  I’m glad Garrick suggested moving my things into his room for appearance’s sake since we weren’t sure where they’d want to stay. The last thing I want is to explain why all my stuff is in a spare room far from the man I married.

  It didn’t take long to show them things, skipping the room I temporarily share with Garrick for privacy purposes. It feels too intimate showing them where I go to sleep with a hard, naked body pressed against me, or where I wake up with a face between my legs.

  We’ve been switching between his bed and mine every night, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter that all our stuff is in one room now. But there’s something unspoken about that—like it’s a big step we’re taking by him giving me closet space even though his walk-in closet is bigger than the bedroom I had at my old apartment.

  When we’re back downstairs, Mom squeezes my hand to hold me back as Dad gawks at some records framed on the wall. “You’re happy, right?”

  I frown at the question. “Yes. Why?”

  Her eyes are cautious. “I just never thought you’d like a place like this. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice. Safe. Spacious. But it’s not…you.”

  Biting my lip, I contemplate my answer carefully. Considering Garrick bought t
his long before I was in the picture, it’s not surprising that the house is solely him. And it isn’t like I have anything to contribute to it since everything we need is here. “I have something to show you, but we’ll need our jackets.”

  A few minutes later, my parents follow me outside to the flower garden protected by the frost shield covers that Yasmin and Garrick helped me install when I saw the weather forecast for the next few weeks.

  The array or purples, yellows, pinks, and whites are all still visible through the see-through material. No longer is the backyard an open area of boring green but scattered with bright colors that liven up the space. The back corner is strictly for the vegetables we’ll grow when the warmer weather hits because Yasmin said that gets the most sunlight in the summertime.

  Mom asks, “You did all this?”

  “With some help,” I answer quietly. “But yeah. I remembered everything Grandma taught me and made this space mine.”

  It felt odd to say, but I remember the words that are practically chanted to me by the man who’s undoubtedly watching me through the large kitchen window that faces the backyard.

  What’s mine is yours.

  Staring at the flower beds and plants that are growing beautifully, I start to believe he’s right. And for once, I don’t think about what’s to come in the future.

  Mom wraps our arms together and Dad comes over and kisses my head before dropping an arm around Mom’s shoulder. “You made something of yourself here just like you said you would. We’re proud of you.”

  Guilt crashes into me, pulling me away from the moment I’m having.

  It’s only when Elaine calls out, “Lunch is ready, everyone. And Chase arrived just in time!” that I paint on a smile to mask everything I’m feeling inside as I turn to my parents.

  I give them a quiet, “Let’s eat.”

  The blindfold covering my eyes feels like silk, probably one of the many ties Garrick has hanging in his closet that I’m almost positive he’s never worn unless there’s a formal event. Though, I found out from Michael that he has stylists who provide him with clothes for award shows. He’d called asking to make time for a fitting because Garrick is presenting something at the Golden Globes and needs a tux for the occasion. But my husband said he’d only do it if I was there sitting at one of the tables with him.