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"Do you want to come on my fingers, or would you prefer to come on my cock?" Licking my fingers clean first, I push my boxer briefs down and off before kneeling between her luscious thighs.
Ryan's been my wife for almost a week now, and I can't get over how much my love for her grows with each passing day. I know for a fact that she is my soulmate, that there has never been anybody else for me. The fact that I bullied her for three years and she not only forgave me, but also gifted me her virginity, tells me that I'm her soulmate as well. No other couple belongs together as much as the two of us do.
"Look at me, baby," I tell her and wait until her eyes land on mine, "Tell me, who is it that you love?" I stroke myself while rubbing my tip against her clit as I wait for her answer.
"You, Beau. You are the one I love…"
"And who is it that loves you more than life itself?"
My voice is seductively low as I slide the tip of my length up and down through her wetness, coating it so I can glide it into her warmth easily. She's more than ready for me. Then again, she's always prepared to take me inside her body so I can love her the way she craves to be loved. I'll always be the man who gives her what she needs, and that fact fills me with an insurmountable love for her.
"You Beau, always you…" she pants while her chest heaves up and down.
"I love you, baby…" I push through her entrance, stretching her to fit around my girth. "Fuck…Ryan." I close my eyes, letting my head fall back; the feeling of sliding into her warmth is overwhelming. "Who owns this beautiful pussy that's wrapped around my cock so nicely that it fits me like a glove?"
"You…only ever yours, Beau!" She cries out and tries grinding herself against me, but I hold her hips in place.
Looking down, I watch as I pull her away and then push back into her heat. I love owning my wife's pussy the way I do. Picking up speed, I jerk my hips hard, slamming into her. Then, tilting her hips at just the right angle, I hit her special spot just right.
"Take it, Ryan. You know you love it when I own this beautiful cunt of mine. I'll make it hurt so good for you, baby. Fuck…yes!" I grunt with every deep thrust I force her to take.
"Oh God…right there, Beau…uh…yes, don’t stop…oh…"
I'm enthralled as I watch her breaking beautifully for me, her husband. "That's it, baby," I coax her. "Mm, I feel you clenching my cock, drenching every inch of me. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Beau…please! Come inside me…mark me as yours… Mm…"
"Fuck Ryan… You own every fucking piece of me, baby!" I groan and begin slamming into her until finally, I bury my cock and empty myself deep inside her.
Sometimes, I wish I'd knock her up. I'm dying to see her swell with my child growing inside her, but I respect her wishes. It will happen one day and make me the happiest and luckiest man in the world.
I jerk awake, not realizing I had fallen asleep at the desk. Scrubbing my hand down my face, I sigh agonizingly when I realize it was only a dream. Fuck, I miss Ryan. I need to get her back. I don't care about who's been inside her since me. That woman is my everything… She’s my fucking future, and nobody will stop me from having what is mine. I'm lost without her and not afraid to admit it.
I look around the quiet office and imagine what it will be like when Ryan and I start our family, and little ones run around while I'm trying to get work done. I smile at the picture in my head. I'm glad that this house was left to Ryan. It's the perfect house to raise our family in…
A thought occurs to me, and I quickly straighten up and start typing profusely on the keyboard. My father told me that he sold all of Uncle Liam's belongings and his home, but what if? I hit enter, and a page opens with a property tucked away in the country. A property that I haven't thought about in years, and just assumed it had been taken care of. However, the property is there, and it's still listed under Baxter Huntley, my grandfather.
It's over a two-hour drive from here, and it's been a long time since I've been to this farm, so I print out the directions. It's getting dark, and it's too late to take care of a few of the things that need to be done before I leave, but tomorrow, I will head out. Somebody is living out at the farm because the picture shows a house sitting on the land. It's a different house from the one I remember being there. It isn’t the house that burned down, taking my grandmother's life.
What if the brothers are now living together? My first thought is that my father probably thinks his father is still in a rehabilitation center, but that can't be. If he believes that he left his uncle for dead, then somebody would need to be taking care of the bills, which would mean that my dad knows his father is still alive. Unless he assumes he's dead, but for some reason, I find that hard to believe. The fucker has been lying to me for years.
I'll get to the bottom of this on my own. With so many fucking secrets in this family, I'm finding it hard to want to be a part of it any longer. Maybe when Ryan and I renew our vows and get it legalized, I'll take the last name, Hendricks. That's a problem for another day, though. With my plan laid out, I have shit I need to do and supplies I need to get because I don't know how long I will be gone.
Secrets have a way of burying themselves deep, making them hard to find. I'm not sure what kind of welcome party I will find out at the farm, but I know one thing's certain. Somebody has got to know something, and I will more than likely have to work my magic. Maybe even dust off my acting skills just to get what I need. I'm bound and determined not to leave that place until I have every bit of information that I need.
Four
Pulling all but a thousand dollars of my savings out of the bank took no time at all. It's because I left my checking account open so that they didn't need to go through all the channels of closing such a large account. My savings is a hefty sum as it is, and even though they did ask a lot of questions, it was only because they were nosey fuckers. They stopped asking once they saw that I wouldn't answer any of them.
Next, I stopped at an electronics store and purchased quite a few burner phones. I need the burners because I'm so over receiving videos of the D'Angelo brothers using Ryan. If I want to keep my sanity, then I have to stop watching them. Besides, I’m done calling my father and crying about how much I hate him after I drink myself into a stupor when videos are sent. I came to this conclusion last night. Since they continue finding my new numbers, I will use the burners instead. The guy at the register looks at me suspiciously, but I don't offer any explanation. Fuck them all, this is my business, and I don't need to answer to anyone when I'm not breaking any laws...yet.
I have my original phone on me in case Ryan ever calls it. It's the only number she's ever known of mine, and I can't chance missing any messages from her. Tucking it away with all my personal belongings, along with its charger, I toss my long army green USMC bag I got from the Marines into the back seat of my truck. I check off everything on my to-do list and lock up the house nice and tight.
With one last look back, I hop in my truck and head toward my grandparents' farm. Stopping only for some gas and snacks for the road, I turn up the radio and set the cruise control once I'm on the Interstate. With any luck, I'll find what I'm searching for in no time and be heading back home within the month.
I let my mind wander back to when I took Ryan on that week-long vacation to Florida. I knew I already loved her before then, but that week with Ryan was when I knew I would never love another woman. It wasn't just a high school crush. My love for her was so real and so genuine it literally killed me being away from her when I was sent to the Marines by my father. That week showed me the true beauty of who Ryan Hendricks was, and I didn't think it was possible to love her any more than I already had.
I was so wrong.
