by Alexa Riley
“You look beautiful tonight, princess,” he says, his hand coming around to cup my baby bump. He slides his other hand into my hair. I tilt my head, letting out a sigh as his lips graze my neck. My body tinges from his simple touch. It always does.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease. He nips my neck affectionately and pulls me flush with him. I moan when I feel his very hard cock against me. He told me I looked beautiful before we’d left the house. In fact, he’d pretty much chanted it as he fucked me on the entry table of our home before we left. I had a feeling that might happen when I put it on this dress and I was proven right.
The dress is a little showy for me. It’s tighter than most things I wear, but the material is stretchy, so while it looks tight it isn't. It does, however, show off every curve of my body.
I’m halfway through my second pregnancy and my baby bump is on full display tonight. Maybe I’m one of the lucky ones, but I love how my body feels when I’m pregnant. I’m not sure who enjoys it more: my husband or me. Either way it doesn't matter. I’m pretty sure he has plans to keep me in this state for a few more little ones. I’m not protesting. I want more, too.
I turn in his arms, sliding my hands up his simple buttoned-up white shirt. The top few buttons are undone still, likely from me when we’d gone at each other. Or maybe he never bothered to button them to begin with. His sleeves are already rolled up, making him look calm and relaxed at the moment, but something is lingering. I can see it in his gaze.
“You did it,” he says, his eyes flicking over me to where my drawings are hung in the room.
“I did,” I agree. “You all brought me back to life.” I want him to know this isn’t just me. It’s him too. I started drawing when I first met him. He’s always been my inspiration. He looks down at me, his eyes softening.
I could always draw, but my father took something from me the day he took my drawing book from me. Wyatt helped me find that something again. My art came back to life with me. Sadly my parents hadn't. It’s bittersweet but I’m thankful for it. If they aren't going to change I don't want them in our lives. Neither Wyatt nor I will ever let their ways touch our babies.
It’s their loss. Between our family and Aiden’s we’ve made a family of our own, one I could never have dreamed of having before. Not until I saw it right in front of me for myself.
He leans down kissing me softly. “God, I love you so damn much,” he says against my mouth, making me smile. Wyatt wasn't the only one who’d gotten a family too. It was a joy and we both got to understand and love together. Neither of us had had a real family before. I wouldn't call the family I had before him real. They never would be. This is real. I no longer had to pretend to be something I wasn’t.
“You going to tell me what’s bothering you?” I ask. I know my husband too well to not know something is going on.
“Everything has sold,” Jenny says, breaking into my question to my Wyatt. I pull back a little from his firm hold he has on me to look over at Jenny. Her high heels click loudly on the marble floor as she makes her way over to us.
“It doesn't start for another hour.” I stare at her in shock for a moment. She stops walking looking like she’s not sure what to say. “Really?” I snap my eyes back to my too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband, who gives me a cocky smile.
“Can you blame me?” He shrugs.
“Wyatt!” I yell but can't stop a laugh from escaping.
“What? I don’t want someone else to have them. You’re all mine.” Now I’m starting to understand why he seemed a little off moments ago. That cocky smirk on his mouth almost turns to a pout. Almost.
“That’s really sweet,” I admit, and he smiles widely. There’s nothing cocky about it. “But we can’t keep them all.” I turn in his arms to face my work. Jenny makes herself scarce when she notices we need a moment.
“We have to let some things go. They could make someone else happy.” That’s what art always does for me. It makes me smile and wonder what the artist was feeling when they made their creation. I try and feel it. Mine are all filled with so much love. I want that for everyone. Everyone deserves to feel and understand the depth of love. Besides, there is only so much all space in our home.
“You’re so damn sweet, you know that?” He kisses my neck again.
“Because of you,” I respond instantly, making him laugh. No one thought Wyatt would make someone sweet, but I knew better. With him I feel safe. I can be me. I don’t have to build walls around myself to protect my heart. Maybe that’s what happened to my mother. The walls got too hard and high to break down. She doesn’t have a Wyatt though. Pretty sure nothing could stop this man from getting to me. He has a hard enough time sharing me as it is. He isn’t letting something keep him from me altogether.
I smack his chest, but he only chuckles. “Alright, princess. I’ll return them,” he concedes. Only my daughter and I ever get that privilege. The world gets the cold lawyer. Maybe I should want the rest of the world to see this side to him, too, but I guess I’m selfish when it comes to him. Not having him for those years made me this way. But I don’t think he minds in the least.
“Except that one.” I don’t have to look to know which he’s talking about. I wasn’t planning on letting that one go. I just wanted to showcase it.
One night not long after we married and we found out I was pregnant I asked Wyatt to tell me how he saw me. While he talked I let my hand draw, revealing to myself part of me I hadn’t known was there. It’s been almost two years and still when I look at it my eyes water at the sight.
He really does think I’m this perfect regal princess. It’s how he always sees me. His own princess that he can do any dirty thing he wants to. In the picture I’m sitting in his lap. He’s my throne.
“I’d never let that one go,” I tell him. He spins me in his arms so that I’m facing him again.
“You’re lucky I even let you bring it here. That’s ours.” He grabs a hold of my chin as he backs me up against the wall until I’m pressed into it, right next to the drawing.
“This why you didn’t give me my panties back?” I sass when I hear his pants come undone, knowing what’s coming. I’m already wet. We can never get through a night out without doing something naughty. I’m not sure if it’s his kink or mine. It’s probably both. I enjoy being bad with him and he enjoys reminding me I’m his. Like I could ever forget. He doesn’t have to remind me, but oh how I love his reminders.
“Damn right. No one stops me from getting to my wife’s pussy.” He lifts me, thrusting deep inside. I moan out his name loudly, and his hand flies over my mouth.
“Can’t ever be quiet when I get you on my cock, can you?” I shake my head, earning me his cocky smile.
EPILOGUE
WYATT
Six years later…
“Who has a birthday party at ten o’clock in the morning on a Saturday?” I grumble as I carry our three-year-old to the pasture.
“Maybe this was the only time they could ride the horses,” Savannah says as she waves to the other moms there.
Our six-year-old runs up ahead to go see her friends and get in line for the ponies. It’s a good idea for a birthday party, but I like us being lazy and in pajamas on Saturdays while I make everyone breakfast. Today was rushed and now I’m in a bad mood.
Savannah slides her hand down my back and squeezes my ass. “I promise to make it up to you when we get back home.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” I say, winking at her.
She goes over to where Aiden and Caroline are with their kids and I wave to them. Our oldest kids go to the same school and their whole class is here to celebrate one of the other kids whose name I can’t remember.
Caroline takes our youngest out of my arms and we all talk for a bit. I watch as Savannah goes over to the line to ride the ponies and makes small talk with the other parents. Thank god for her, because I’d just be standing here like a mute if she wasn’t here to play nice. I don’t think anyo
ne would have ever thought she’d be the sociable type, but after years of being out from under her family and finally getting to do what her heart desires, she’s blossomed into an incredible woman.
“Who is that guy?” Aiden asks in a low voice.
I look over to Savannah again and see she’s talking to one of the horse handlers. He’s a tall lanky guy with a cowboy hat and chaps on, which seems really fucking unnecessary with a half a dozen ponies.
“I don’t know, but I don’t like the way he’s talking to my wife.”
Right when I get the words out of my mouth he reaches over and puts his hand on her arm and tries to pull her towards the pony. Savannah puts up her hands and I can see the tight smile on her face as she tries to decline.
“Oh shit,” I hear Caroline whisper from behind me, but I’m already in action.
“Hey!” I bark to the guy, who obviously has a death wish because his hand is still on my woman.
“Sorry, sir, you’ll have to wait your turn.” He’s trying to make a joke and I hate it for him that those are about to be his last words.
“Get your—” I glance around and see a line of young kids nearby and realize I can’t say exactly what I’d like, so I have to curb it a little. “Gosh darn hands off my wife.”
Savannah smothers a choked laugh as she steps back and the man drops his arm. I walk right up to him and he leans away from me as I get in his face.
“There are children watching, so I can’t rip your arm off because it would probably give them nightmares.”
He audibly swallows and his eyes widen in shock.
“But if you ever so much as look at my wife again and I’ll remove your eyeballs and hang them from my rearview mirror as a trophy,” I say as I smile politely. “Do you understand?”
He nods quickly and clears his throat as he looks to the line of children. “So, who’s next?”
I take Savannah’s hand and we walk back over to where Caroline and Aiden are standing.
“We can take the kids back,” Aiden says, and I nod to him as we keep walking. We don’t stop until we are at the truck.
“Wyatt, are we really just going to leave the party?” Savannah squeals as I pick her up and toss her in the truck.
“You’re goddamn right we are,” I say, putting the truck in drive and heading towards home.
“You are such a caveman,” she says as she crosses her arms. But I can see out of the corner of my eye that she’s fighting a smile.
“You love it.”
When we pull into the garage I hit the button to shut the door and before it’s even down all the way I’m unzipping my jeans and pulling my cock out.
“Get over here,” I order, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to me.
I feel her hand wrap around my length as she raises her chin. “You think I’m going to reward you for that kind of behavior?”
“I think you’re going to suck my cock because you love when I’m bossy.” Her cheeks flush and she bites her bottom lip. “You can pretend you don’t like it, but we both know the truth.”
I fist her hair before I kiss her hard and feel her tongue against mine. She squeezes my length and before I know it she’s breaking the kiss and moving her mouth to my cock.
“Fuck!” I bark as I lean my head back and moan.
She opens her mouth and takes me to the back of her throat, licking me along the way. Her mouth is too hot and too damn good and just a few licks from her and I can’t take it anymore.
I grab her skirt and yank it up before I pull her off my cock. I grip her hips and make her straddle me as I sink into her warm, wet heat.
“You never let me have any fun,” she pouts, and my cock swells inside her.
“Maybe if that mouth wasn’t so sweet I’d let you have more time with it.” She rocks her hips and I growl as I move her up and down my length.
“Sorry,” she says, but she’s not sorry at all. The way she’s looking at me now makes me think she loves how hot she makes me.
I reach down between us and brush my thumb across her clit. Her pussy tightens and I do it again.
“That’s it, princess,” I say against her neck and her body responds.
I know exactly where to kiss her and what spot to touch to get her off. My greatest joy in life is giving her pleasure and she’s a slave to it.
“That’s it, Wyatt, right there,” she whispers. “I love you so much.”
She always says that right before she’s about to cum and it makes me feel like a king. Her back arches and she grinds down on me right when she explodes.
“I love you too,” I say, holding myself deep inside her and release. It’s hot and fast, but so is our love and nothing has changed since we were fourteen.
I hold her close and we just sit there connected in the most intimate way while we kiss. It’s rare that we get these moments alone, but we have to carve them out for ourselves. Our kids are our world, but the two of us is where it all started.
Here in this truck we’ve had a lot of good times, but we’ve spent our lives making new and beautiful memories. I wouldn’t change a thing about how we got to this moment, and I know Savannah feels the same way, too.
It was all worth it.
VIRGIN ROOMATE
CHAPTER 1
Gia…
I swing my feet back and forth, keeping my eyes on my textbook. Normally the room is loud but it’s quiet today. I don’t know where everyone is, but I swear it’s like they know I have something to tell them and they’re making it drag out.
It’s Sunday and in the Fisher family you never miss family dinner. Ever.
I read the page in the book over again as I wait for everyone to get here. The quiet of the family home is messing with my nerves. The only thing I can hear are the quiet sounds my mom makes as she cooks, but my dad hasn't even made an appearance yet.
I glance up, feeling my mom’s eyes on me. “Do you need help?” I ask for the fifth time. I tried to help when I got here, but when she saw I had my backpack with me she told me to sit and work.
“Nope.” She cocks her head to the side, trying to read my mood, which she knows is off.
Everything about me is off right now. At least it feels like it because I’m in love—head over heels in love. It’s different than anything I’ve felt before and I know what love is. My family is a close bunch and there’s so much love between us. Even though at times we can fight hard, too.
It’s why I’m so edgy today. I’m not sure how this is going to go down. I need to tell my parents that not only am I seeing someone, but he’s the one. I can feel it in my soul.
She keeps on staring at me, so I look back down at the textbook so I don’t blurt it out. I’m going to tell them when everyone is here. I didn’t want to repeat myself and get the same questions asked on a loop. I’m going to do it over the dinner table. That way all my brothers will be there to start their interrogation.
Somehow I’ve been the first to find someone, which is crazy because they’re all older than me. Not one of them has brought someone home and I swear they’ve done this on purpose. Maybe they thought it would keep me from ever doing it. They’d be happy if I lived out my life like Aunt June who we all speculate is still a virgin. They even try to play up how great her life looks. She can do whatever she wants and doesn’t have someone else to worry about! I’m not that wet behind the ears and I’m on to them. I love Aunt June, but I’m pretty sure she’s crazy.
Maybe I should have warned Marco I’m going to tell them first. Last night I started to tell him that I loved him and that I was ready to take us to the next level. My best friend Caroline told me I’m running scared and she was right.
I wondered why he hadn’t said it first, but I know Marco grew up without a family. Caroline reminded me that some people aren’t used to saying I love you like I am and that maybe he’s never had those words spoken to him before. That’s when I knew I was being a jerk and needed to tell him the next time I saw him and stop av
oiding him.
Then everything in Caroline’s life exploded and distracted me from telling him how I feel. I know Marco loves me because I don’t see how he couldn’t, not with how he treats me. I’ve never met a man like him before and maybe that’s why he’s the first and only to have ever caught my eye. It doesn’t hurt that I’m not living at home anymore. My big brothers tend to scare away everyone with a dick. They mean well, but they’ve made dating impossible.
“How’s Caroline?” Mom asks, because she’s probably wondering where she is.
She fit right back into our family since moving home. She usually comes to family dinners with me most Sundays. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say that she’s banging a married man, but then my mom would lose her mind. I also know I’d only be shifting attention off myself and Caroline doesn’t need that crap.
“I’m so happy she met someone.” I glance back up at my mom, who doesn’t look surprised at what I told her.
“Good for her.” She nods as she stirs the gravy on the stove.
My mom is being evasive and I wonder if she’s on to me about seeing someone. She could be pretending it’s A-OK for Caroline to date someone and not give me the third degree about it so that I’ll admit to seeing Marco.
Again I bite my tongue because I’m pretty sure she’s baiting me. My mom and I are way too much alike and it’s annoying, even though it can be useful. Right now I’m really not sure what her reaction is going to be, but we’re both pretty blunt.
I go back to reading the textbook and try to get caught up on my class work. I have to force myself to sit here instead of reaching in my bag for my phone to text Marco. I told myself when I left him last night that I wouldn’t talk to him again until I told my family what was going on. I want this to be a gesture of my love for him. He can see I’m really in this if I tell my family. He knows they’re a big part of my life but hasn't pressed about meeting them. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or not.
