by Nikki Mays
“You know dear, most women would be nice to their future mother-in-law.”
“Mother-in-law?” Jessie squeaks. “We’re not even dating. How do you figure that we’re getting married?”
Ma gets a haughty look on her face. “Because, Ben has been against pursing a relationship with anyone for a long time now. He refused to let anyone come in and shake up his life.”
“So?” Jessie looks between me and Mom with a confused expression on her beautiful face.
“So?” Mom huffs. “You said it yourself. My son is practically stalking you.”
“It’s not stalking,” I mumble, only to be ignored.
“He went from walking away from anything that looks like it would take time and a commitment, to throwing caution to the wind and trying his hardest for you. Trust me dear, I know when I’m looking at a future daughter-in-law.”
Jessie turns her head to look at me. She raises both eyebrows. “A little help here?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to sit this one out.” I tell her. There is no way that I’m going to dispute what my mother is saying.
I can see her seething. She spins around to look at Ma again. “I am not marrying him.” There’s a firmness in her voice as if she is daring someone to challenge her otherwise.
Ma taps her bicep reassuringly. “Of course not dear.” Jessie looks relieved but she’s known my mother long enough to know that she shouldn’t. “No matter how much I want him married and giving me grandbabies, you really should date for a while first.”
“That. You’re. Absolutely.” Jessie stammers out. “I don’t even have words.”
“That’s okay dear, I need to get going. My ankle is sore from my tattoo. I need to go put my legs up and enjoy a nice glass of wine.” She looks over to Mac. “Care to take me home handsome?” Inwardly I cringe. I could go without watching my mother flirt with a man. Especially when I get vividly disgusting ideas of what “taking her home” might actually entail.
“Sure thing darlin’.” Mac says before giving Ma a wink.
“Can you both not do that? I don’t feel like seeing what I ate for lunch for a second time today.” Come on, what child, no matter their age, would want to think about one of their parents getting some.
Sure, I should be glad that she seems to like Mac’s attention. She hasn’t had that in the years since Dad passed away. But it’s just too gross to really get on board with.
“You’re being so over dramatic. I have absolutely no idea where you get it from.” She lies and deftly ignores all of the chuckles around her.
“Really? No clue at all huh?” Jessie could win an award for how much sarcasm she injected into that.
“No dear, none at all.” Pinocchio states before waving her fingers in the air and walking out the door with Mac following closely on her heel.
I can feel Jessie glaring at me. I turn my head towards her and pretend that I don’t notice the steam coming from her ears. “You ready?” I say with a ton of enthusiasm.
She eyes me warily. “For what?”
I give her a charming smile that earns a snort from Edge. “To go pick up Dragon. I promised him that I would take him to the dog park today.”
“You promised my dog that you would take him to the dog park?” Her voice is monotone.
I nod my head. “Yeah, since you insist on dressing him up in those ridiculous outfits, I thought that it might be a good idea to introduce him to some other dogs.”
She’s now looking at me like I’m crazy. “Why?” I’m about to respond when she holds up a finger. “And his outfits are adorable.”
“Right. Well, I figured that we could introduce him to a pitbull, rottweiler or preferably even an actual Doberman, ya know since they’re distant cousins.”
“Why the hell would you want him near dogs that big?” She shrieks.
I shrug. “So that he has some protection when the other dogs try to kick his ass for wearing a sweater with unicorns on it.” It’s killing me to keep a straight face.
“You’re an asshole.” She hisses before stomping out of the shop to the tune of everyone’s laughter.
“That’s actually a pretty solid idea. That dog always looks fucking stupid.” Edge says while holding out his fist for a bump.
I nod my head as I bump his fist. “I know. You would think that she would be a little more appreciative of my concern for her dogs wellbeing.” I say solemnly.
Edge runs his tongue across his teeth before giving me a grim smirk. “Good luck with that.”
“Eh, it’ll work out.”
Later that evening:
I swear that I’m a genius. Not only did Dragon make some new large friends, but the little shit even seemed to become their damn leader. I’ll give it to him, he’s a charismatic little fucker. He had everyone eating out of the pad of his paw.
I finish adjusting the new spiked collar that I bought him, much to his momma’s dismay and see her walking in with wine and beer.
She hands me the beer while looking over a much better looking Dragon. “Stop looking so damn smug.” She grumbles as she sits down next to me on the couch.
I take a sip of my beer to hide my smirk. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You must get that from your mother,” She deadpans.
I cough out a laugh, only slightly choking on the amber liquid. “Touché grumpy girl.”
“I’m not grumpy.” She mutters petulantly before sipping her wine.
“Right.” I say as I pick Dragon up and give him another once over. “He looks more confident, doesn’t he?” I say like a slightly demented proud papa.
She rolls her eyes and sighs loudly. “You were right. Is that what you want to hear? It was a good idea to bring him to the dog park today.”
I hold him up. “And the collar.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She grumbles.
I bring Dragon up so that we’re nose to nose. “It’s okay buddy. Your momma knows that you look a thousand times better. She’s just being stubborn. But it doesn’t matter, we know the truth. Right boy?”
“Would you two like to be alone?” The gorgeous stubborn ass woman beside me asks.
I place Dragon down in between us and stretch out my legs on the ottoman. Her furniture is so fucking comfortable. She has one of those suede couches that feels like you could just melt into it and be content to never leave. “Nah, we’re good.”
She’s about to say something when her phone rings making her jump. Picking it up off the coffee table Jessie frowns when she looks at the screen. She gives a resigned sigh before hitting the decline button. I raise an eyebrow when she looks over at me. “Just my sperm donor. Probably looking for some cash. I just don’t have it in me to deal with him right now.”
“Mom and Dad always told us that we shouldn’t do things that make us unhappy. Life is short. You have to find happiness where you can.” I tell her, instead of telling her that she should block their number. She has to decide when she’s had enough for herself. She’s a smart woman with a big heart, but one day she’ll close it off completely to them, it just won’t be today.
She leans her head back against the couch and rolls it to the side to face me. “Easy as that huh?” She says with a small smile.
I match her pose and smile. “In theory, sure. In practice, probably not so much. It’s tough to kick people out of your life, especially if you feel a messed up loyalty towards them.” I let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Hell, I didn’t even fully kick my useless brother out of my life until he shot someone.” Her brows furrow. “So, yeah, not so easy in practice.”
“It’s just so hard. I hate them, ya know?” I nod my head because I do know.
“But at the same time I feel like I have to help them because even though they were shitty parents, at least I had somewhere to sleep. I wish I could just cut them out and only choose what makes me happy.”
“You will. When the time is right for you.” I tell her.
“You sound so sure of that.” Her voice sounds melancholy. “I wish that I believed that.”
I sit forward a little and get closer to her. “You should. Just take baby steps. Do one thing each day that makes you happy. From there it will become easier to only choose happiness.”
Her eyes are locked with mine. Thousands of different emotions going through them. “One thing that makes me happy huh?” Her voice has taken on a husky tone that goes straight to my dick. “Anything that makes me happy?” She leans forward closing the slight gap that was between us.
“Anything.” My own voice sounds so low, almost inhuman.
Her lips are on mine in the next instant. Soft and pillowy and what I imagine a cloud would feel like. I swipe my tongue across her lips and she opens automatically. The taste of her bursts on my tongue. A hint of wine and something that’s uniquely her. Her taste is something that I could easily become addicted to.
I grab her under her arms and lift her onto my lap. Dragon gives an annoyed sound at being bothered before jumping off the couch. Her knees on either side of me, cradling my hips. I grab onto the back of her pink and blue hair and pull her closer to me. I need to get closer to her. Any space between us is unacceptable.
Her moan vibrates through my chest, making me even harder than I already was. Jesus, I’m worse than a teenage boy on his first date. I’m going to embarrass myself if she keeps grinding on top of me while moaning and pulling on my beard.
We both lean back to catch our breaths.
“Too many clothes.” I say at the same time she says. “Bedroom.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I practically jump off the couch with her in my arms. Her giggle is a sound that I wouldn’t mind listening to everyday. The lyrical quality of it making me realize that I truly could listen to it for the rest of my life. But those are thoughts for later. I have much more urgent matters to attend to.
I basically sprint into her bedroom and kick the door shut. She looks over my shoulder in confusion. “Why did you shut the door?”
I toss her onto the bed before responding, enjoying the way her chest bounces. “Because I don’t want to wake up to Dragon staring at me with a disapproving look. Even worse, I don’t want to have to walk around naked in front of him. That shit’s just weird.”
“Sure because this conversation is one hundred percent normal.” She chuckles.
I tilt my head. “Okay maybe not, but I still don’t want to wake up to a dog staring at my dick thinking that it’s a chew toy.”
She bursts into a fit of laughter. Her body is shaking so hard that she’s shaking the bed. “What is wrong with you?” She chuckles with tears running down her cheeks.
I pull my shirt off in one swoop, which is pretty impressive since it has buttons, if I do say so myself. “Nothing at all.” I respond.
Her eyes are roaming my body. “Can’t argue with that.” She mutters more to herself than to me.
I start to undo my pants and look over at her with a smirk. “You plan on joining the naked club any time soon?”
She shrugs. “I thought you were pretending to be in the movie Magic Mike.” She says full of sass before removing her shirt to reveal a lime green bra.
I raise my eyebrow and she looks down and rolls her eyes. “What? I just threw on whatever was closest this morning. I have no idea what underwear I’m wearing either.”
“No time like the present to find out.” I grin.
“You’re such a guy.” She says playfully before removing her pants to reveal neon pink panties.
I can’t even keep in my chuckle. “Were you planning on getting lost in the dark and just decided to make sure that someone could see you from space?”
“Well, it could be taken as a neon sign that I’m open. But considering you just keep standing there with your clothes on, maybe I should close up shop.”
I drop trou quickly and enjoy the way she slowly licks her lips while looking at me. Not going to lie, nothing is a bigger confidence boost than watching the woman that you want with every fiber of your being devour you with her eyes.
I stalk towards her with a grin on my face. “Need some help baby?” I lean over her and reach around to her back. I undo the clasp on her bra and watch as the horribly bright material falls away.
“I didn’t say that I needed help.” Her voice is breathy.
I lean in close and nuzzle the side of her neck. “I know, but I’m nothing but a helpful guy.” I grab the sides of her panties and start pulling them down. “I wouldn’t want you to have to exert yourself just yet.”
I toss the material over my shoulder and get between her legs. I’m like a kid in a candy store. I don’t know where I want to start first. I can’t decide whether to suck on one of her juicy pink nipples with little gems through them. Or if I want to trace each of her tattoos with my tongue.
The longer that I stare at her, the more her chest begins to heave, making my decision for me. I lean forward and take of her hard nubs into my mouth. We both moan when I get my lips on her. I run my tongue over the piercing making her shiver. I remember from our night together how sensitive her nipples seem to be because of the piercings.
She wraps her legs around me tightly as if there is anywhere else that I would rather be right now.
Chapter 9
Jessie
“Oh my God.” I pant gripping the sheets, arching my back to get him as close as possible to my core. He lets go of my breast with a pop and moves to the other one, sucking, nibbling and swirling his tongue around my piercing. Holy shit, I didn’t think it’s possible, but I’m pretty sure that I can cum just from this. I can feel my pussy leaking with excitement every time he suckles.
He trails his fingers up my sides from hip to my breast, making me shiver at the contact. Reaching my breasts, he palms them in his large, callused hands, massaging each. He continues to lave both of them with his hands and mouth until my nipples are painfully hard and raw from his beard.
He kisses his way up to my neck, twirling his tongue along the way. I tilt my head to give him full access to any part of me that he wants. He nibbles his way to that sensitive spot right behind my ear, causing me to let out a low moan. I try to rub my core against him to get the friction that my body is so desperately seeking. I don’t think that I’ve ever been this turned on in my entire life.
“I love feeling your hot core against me.” His voice sounds like gravel. He slides his hand down my belly, curls around my mound and flicks my clit with his thumb.
If he wasn’t laying on top of me, I’m pretty sure that I would’ve went through the ceiling when he did that. Jolts of pleasure flow through my body causing my skin to flush with need.
“I love when you flush so pretty. Your arousal looks amazing against all of your colorful tattoos.” He growls, sinking a finger into my throbbing core. I clench around his finger, enjoying the intrusion.
He adds another finger before he starts to thrust his fingers slowly, curling them at that small bundle of nerves that I wasn’t sure until this moment actually existed. I grab onto the side of his face, enjoying how his coarse beard feels against my palms as I yank his mouth to mine.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He bites my lips and then soothes it with his tongue.
Ben lowers his head to my nipple, sucking it into his hot, wet mouth again, while still continuing his exquisite torture with his fingers.
He bites down on my nipple and I see fucking stars. No, not stars, I see the entire fucking galaxy. I open my mouth to scream but I’m not sure if I even make a sound. I clamp down on his fingers as I continue to ride out my blissful orgasm.
I’m panting and sweating by the time I come back down to earth. I open my eyes to see a very smug looking Ben looking down at me. I’m too blissed out to even say anything. The man has a right to be smug right now.
I start to reach towards his cock before he grabs my wrist making me frown. “Baby, I’m hanging on by a fucking thread rig
ht now. I need to be in you more than I need my next breath. If you touch me, this is not going to end how either one of us wants it to.” He says soothing my ego.
I widen my legs allowing him better access. He grunts as I feel him rub his cock along my entrance, coating himself with my cream. He positions his bulbous head at my opening, slowly pressing in. He gives small little thrusts, not going to deep each time.
Unhappy with his current pace, I decide to lock my legs around his back and pull him down onto me until he’s fully seated inside of me.
“Fuck, that’s amazing.” He growls into my ear causing a shiver to go through me, making him grin. In the muted light or because of his arousal, his normally blue eyes look almost lavender.
He positions his arms on either side of my head. He pulls out before thrusting back in hard, causing a scream to leave my lips.
“Yea, do that again.” I pant.
He thrusts back in as I arch into him. He continues to pick up the speed. I can feel my walls clench around him, speeding towards another explosive orgasm.
He links his hands with mine and keep his eyes on mine as his thrusts become rougher. Our fingers laced together tightly and breaths mingling as one.
“Hurry up and come for me Jess. I want to feel you cum all over my cock before I lose all control in you.”
Between his words and his eyes boring into mine, they send me careening over the edge of oblivion. “Ben!” I scream out, as my walls pulsate around him, causing him to grunt out something unintelligible.
He latches his teeth onto a part of my exposed neck as I feel hot spurts of cum as he goes rock solid above me.
“I think that you just killed me.” He mumbles from his spot at my neck.
“Hmm… mmm, what a way to go though.” I say only half conscious of what I’m saying. My mind is still in a blissful fog that I plan on remaining in for as long as possible.
We both laying silently for a few minutes, still connected and content not to move.
It isn’t until he pulls out that I realize that we forgot one very important thing. “Shit!” I hiss.
