And I was greedy for every bit of it.
Even when he had me on my knees, holding my head still by the back of my neck as he fucked my mouth fast and rough as he pleased, taking every bit of control from me, which was exactly what he was doing until he released my head.
I sat back on my ankles, wiping my face of spit and pre-cum for a second before his hand sank into the hair at the nape of my neck, curled, and dragged me upward.
"On the table," he growled, reaching behind his back to pull off his shirt as I got up and sat at the edge of the table. He moved in to stand at my knees, my skirt too tight to allow me to spread my legs for him. His hands grabbed the front of my shirt, jerking it out of my skirt, holding it at each side, and pulling hard, making the buttons open. And by open, I mean pop off, scattering noisily around the room. I sucked in my breath at the carefully contained violence of it, my pussy clenching hard in excitement, as his hands grabbed the cups of my bra and dragged them roughly down, exposing my breasts. His thumbs and forefingers took my hardened nipples, squeezing and twisting them hard, making a half-groan, half-gasp escape me as my system sparked with the erotic twinge of pain and pleasure. "How hard are you willing to work on this, Miss Bay?" he asked, doing another twist.
I sucked in a slow breath. "I can be worked as hard as you need to work me, sir."
"God damn right you can," he growled, releasing my nipples, grabbing me behind the knees, and jerking hard, sending me flying backward as my hips left the table. As soon as my back was on the table, his hands grabbed the hem of my skirt and tugged it upward, reaching between my thighs and ripping off my lacy panties. He wasn't in a teasing mood and the second after I was exposed to him, his cock slammed into me hard and deep, making me arch up off the table and try to plant my heels to allow me to thrust up into him. "No," he snapped, grabbing my ankles as my feet finally hit the table and pulling my legs upward, settling them both onto his left shoulder. One hand held them there, the other pressed down hard on my lower stomach, making me feel him deeper, more intensely.
Then he was thrusting, fast and deep, his pace the manic, unrelenting, predictable pace that made my orgasm build strong and fast, leaving me panting for breath as he pistoned inside me, demanding the kind of climax that threatened to make me dumb.
"Come babygirl," he demanded as his hand released my ankles and closed around my throat, just hard enough to make my head start to get fuzzy as he thrust in and jerked up, hitting that spot deep inside that pinched in the most delicious way.
Then I came, my legs jerking so hard that my shoes smacked into the side of his face, which in no way slowed him as he slammed inside me through it, dragging it out as I cried out his name. As I collapsed back onto the table, he slammed deep, growling out my name as he came inside me.
He pulled my legs off his shoulders so he could press forward over my chest, claiming my lips with none of the demands or violence of his fucking, kissing me sweet and deep, before pulling back. "Never gets old," he said when I opened my eyes.
"Never will," I agreed, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders, knowing deep down in my soul that that was the absolute truth.
Elsie- 6 Years
"Mom!" I heard bellowed as the front door crashed into the wall, footsteps running toward me in the kitchen, completely unconcerned with the loud bleeping of the alarm system. "Mom, guess what?" I heard as the alarm stopped beeping just as four year old Jackson barreled into the room, his muddy sneakers dropping dirt everywhere as he came to a skidding stop right in front of me. He was an exact, perfect, tiny replica of his father (and Uncle Enzo) with his tan skin, light green eyes, and uncharacteristic height and shoulder-width for his age.
"What?" I asked, turning from the spaghetti on the stove. It was the only real dish I had in any way mastered. I was still pretty handy with a take-away menu when Paine wasn't in the mood to cook.
"Uncle Roman is taking me on his sailboat!" he declared, eyes huge, mouth open like it was the most amazingly shocking thing that had ever been uttered. To say Jack was an extrovert would be putting it mildly. He was an endless bundle of energy attached to a tongue that never struggled for words, and a brain that was way too curious and mischievous for any of our good.
"Oh he is, is he?" I asked, looking up over my son to Rome who stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his hair more mussed than usual, his pristine white shirt with the unmistakable splattered stain of a fruit juice box. I couldn't tell you how many times I had warned him to stick the straw in out of reach of Jack who was way too impatient to wait for you to finish and had a tendency to grab the box and squeeze, ruining one too many nice shirts with bright red stains in the process.
Rome gave me a smile, soft, familiar. "Come on, Mom," he drawled in a little-kid voice. "Don't say no!"
"Yeah, Mom! Don't say no!" Jackson chorused and I felt myself laughing.
"You know you stand no chance," Paine said, coming up behind Roman with eight-month old Willow (named after Lo), head to toe in pink, propped up on his hip. Whereas Paine's genes were strong in Jack, my genes were prominent in our daughter. She got my face shape, my nose, and my blue eyes. Her hair was just a whisp of a dark brown, unlike her brother's black.
"Come on. You guys could use a day off. Ship off Wills to Kenzi or Reese. Let me have Jack. You guys can have a whole day to yourselves."
"What a novel concept," I mused, smiling at Paine. It wasn't that we were ever short on babysitters. Between Roman, Enzo, Kenzi, Reese, Gina, Amelia and Shoot, Breaker and Alex, and even Cash and Lo, we never had to look far for someone to give us a few hours of quiet. But since the very unexpected appearance of Willow, we truly hadn't had more than an hour away from both Jack and her at a time. I had been breastfeeding and it was just too much of a hassle to pump and worry about leaking to leave for any extended amount of time. But since Wills started eating food a few months ago and my milk started slowly but surely drying up from disuse, a date night was looking more and more like a possibility.
"Okay, but listen, Jack... you do not, under any circumstances lean over the side of the boat. Do you understand me?"
"Man overboard!" Jack yelled, squatting, jumping, and pretending to crash down into the water.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," I said to Rome with a smile.
"He'll have a life jacket and I know better than to take my eyes off him."
"Still mentally scarred from that time you lost him at the park?" Paine asked, moving into the kitchen to deposit Willow into my arms and take over at the stove to save the food I had already forgotten about.
"I didn't lose him," Rome objected, shaking his head. "He was hiding behind the water fountain."
"Don't let him fool you," I smiled. "He lost him in a clothing rack at the store. Twice."
"You staying for dinner, Rome?" Paine asked and Rome nodded, moving toward the fridge to grab a drink.
I stood back, kissing the side of my daughter's head as I watched Rome pop the top on a beer as Jack prattled on endlessly to whichever man would listen about his plans to be a pirate when he grew up. With a parrot and everything!
The goofy smile spread across my face, a smile I had found on my lips every single day for six years, a smile I knew I would never lose. Not when I had Paine and the evidence of our love in the form of a rambunctious almost-kindergartner and the, hopefully a sight less rambunctious, almost-toddler as well as the strong supporting cast of characters Paine had brought into my life. New friends in his guy friends, men I could always count on lounging around in the living room on game nights, pretending to watch the kids: Jackson and Wills, along with Shooter and Amelia's two little girls, Bri and Alexis (who got their names from Breaker and Alex), and Breaker and Alex's one and only blond-haired giant, Junior. His name was actually Johnnie, named after Shooter's birth name, but everyone called him Junior, though there was nothing junior about him. He was the only kid around the same age as Jackson who could give him a run for his money.
There were also the women who Paine had given to me: Gina, the mother who replaced the one I had lost years ago as well as Kenzi and Reese who stepped into the position of my sisters when Elana disappeared.
Of course, that said nothing of the girls club too. Suddenly, I found myself surrounded not only by Amelia and Alex, but Lo, Janie, Summer, and eventually, Maze. We were an odd, mismatched group of women from uncommonly different backgrounds who had all somehow come together thanks to the men we had invited into our lives. There was the badass side of our friendship, the training Paine had insisted on that brought me to Hailstorm where Lo and Janie and even the highly trained Maze kicked my, Amelia's, Summer's, and Alex's asses. But there was the normal side to us as well, the coffee clatch where we talked about our kids, our men, our lives in general.
And, as always, Roman was there.
It had been awkward for the first six or eight months as we struggled to find the right balance for our friendship. But once we found the swing of things, we continued on, close as ever. Paine had welcomed him into our lives, shown absolutely no signs of any distrust or discomfort about his presence and Roman had become an amazing support system with the kids.
Enzo repaired the bridges he burned with his family and had become a good uncle to our kids. He wasn't ever-present, his job in the city keeping him busy, but when he did show up, it was always with some dangerous-looking contraption for Jack to learn to ride or drive or shoot and something for Wills that, invariably, came with a really annoying sound-making aspect to it and I just knew that when they were old enough, he would start bringing over rabbits and hamsters and hermit crabs for them. Without consulting me. But that was Uncle Enzo. That was just what he would do and we all loved him enough to not pitch a fit about it. Well, the love and the fact that even if we did pitch a fit, we knew there would be no changing his behavior.
As for the last remaining part of my family, my father, well... he had shown himself to be a much better grandfather than he was a father. He would come over and patiently listen to Jack's unending ramblings and kiss Willow's head. He would bring Jack to work with him when Jack insisted occasionally that he was going to be a businessman like Grandpa, wearing some suit we had bought him for a holiday and waiting anxiously by the door for my father to show up and show him his "corner office" that was "just waiting for him to get old enough to work there".
"Babygirl," Paine's voice said, close to me, making me jump slightly because I had been so zoned out that I hadn't seen him move across the room to me.
"Yeah?" I asked, lifting my head to look at my husband.
"What are you smiling about?"
To that, I smiled wider, stepping forward to rest the side of my face to his chest, feeling his arm close around me.
"Never gets old," I told him.
"Never will," he agreed, squeezing me tight.
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ALSO BY JESSICA GADZIALA
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jessica Gadziala is a full-time writer, parrot enthusiast, and coffee drinker who has an unhealthy obsession with acquiring houseplants. She enjoys short rides to the book store, sad songs, and cold weather. She lives in New Jersey with her parrots, dogs, and a whole flock of chickens.
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