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“Oh, right there.” She twists her fingers into my hair and yanks.
There’s nothing hotter than my woman—now my wife—this wild for me. I keep kissing and licking, relentlessly devouring her. I suck her clit into my mouth and she jumps. The chair lurches away. Growling, I pull it toward me, lick, and let her swing away. Lick and swing.
“Chaser! Stop.”
Her pussy glistens with arousal. I hold her still and trail my tongue over her throbbing clit. She’s writhing, breathing hard, chanting part of my name—she can’t seem to get the second syllable out.
My dick’s begging to escape my shorts. I try working the button loose with one hand, not wanting to let go and have her swing away again. Her head’s thrown back, eyes closed, but maybe she senses my dilemma. She locks her legs around my head, anchoring herself, giving me time to shove my shorts down.
“Chaser. Don’t stop,” she gasps.
I want to assure her I won’t stop but that would mean taking my mouth off her. Little earthquakes rock her body as she comes all over my lips and chin, screaming my name. I bring her down slowly, kissing her inner thighs, rubbing my hand over her belly up to her chest.
She lowers her legs but they’re still trembling, dangling off the edge of the swing. I give her a lazy push backwards and she lets out the sweetest, contented sigh.
“We’re not done,” I warn her as I straighten up, wiping my hand over my mouth.
She blinks open her eyes and smiles.
I pull her to the edge of the swing, lining myself up, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness as she comes closer.
She lets out a whimper as she swings away. I planned to play with her like this for a while, but that’ll have to happen tomorrow. The next time she swings close enough, I hold her steady and shove myself inside.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“You’re harder than ever.” She wiggles her hips, and my eyes roll back in my fucking head.
“I think it’s the angle,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
I pull back and drive deep inside. So fucking good. She moans every time I roll my hips. Within minutes, she’s close again. She wraps her fingers around my forearms, digging in her nails. “Oh my God.”
Her screams push me toward the peak as I keep fucking her through another orgasm. The second I think she’s finished, I move my hands to her hips, holding her in place. My body burns hot, sweat coats my skin. Pure, carnal pleasure rocks through me. “Fuck. I’m coming. Hard.”
She shudders beneath me. “Yes, yes.”
I collapse on top of her and the swing lets out a loud, squeaky groan. Too spent to move, I mumble “That can’t be good,” against her stomach.
She murmurs soft, sweet noises, while running her fingers through my hair.
The swing protests again and this time I sit up, taking her with me.
I stare at her in amazement. “How do you still have your top on?”
“You got carried away.” She reaches between us and strokes my spent cock. “We have all night.”
I brush a kiss over her cheek. “Give me a minute.”
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Mallory
Sometime in the middle of the night, I stretch, twisting in a tangle of crisp white sheets, scented with marital bliss. A sea-salt breeze drifts through the open door leading outside.
“Wake up, Mrs. Adams,” Chaser rasps against my ear. “I need you.”
His strong arms curl around me, sliding me closer until our bodies mold together. “Say that again,” I whisper.
“What?” He strokes his fingers down my neck and over my collarbones. “Mrs. Adams?” He trails his lips over my neck, nuzzling against my shoulder. The fingers caressing my throat drop to the bodice of the brief nightgown I’d thrown on before we passed out.
“This is sexy as fuck,” he murmurs while working the laces loose. He slides his other hand up my thigh and over my bare butt, stopping to clutch my hip. “Do you enjoy teasing your husband?”
I shift arching my back, pressing against him. “Teasing how?” I ask innocently.
He thrusts his hips, and I reach behind me, wrapping my fingers around his hard length and stroking.
“Fuck.” He kisses my neck. “Like that.”
Chaser
I swear, I meant to be all soft and honeymoon sweet but the second Mallory wrapped her hand around my dick, I lost it. Good thing we have a lifetime ahead of us to work on my self-control.
“Oh.” She moans and arches against me, pressing her breasts in my hands. At least I think so. One arm’s gone numb from her using it as a pillow. Totally worth it.
I clutch her hip, rocking her back and forth. Can’t get deep enough at this angle. “Get on top of me.” I roll to my back, shaking out my arm as I go.
Apparently, she’s as eager as I am. She scrambles to her knees and wastes no time throwing her leg over me and sinking down on my cock. I groan as she closes her eyes and tips her head back. “You’re so beautiful.” I hook my fingers in the skinny little straps hanging off her shoulders and work her skimpy nightie below her tits. “Much better.”
“Oh my God. I love you inside me,” she gasps, grinding down harder.
“Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I’m too deep now. After last night, I shouldn’t be on the edge of exploding this soon. “I love being inside you.”
“Chaser.” Her body trembles. Thank fuck, she’s close. I wet my thumb and bring it to her clit, rubbing gently until she comes apart.
She lets loose with a string of high-pitched little noises, pussy clamping around me so fucking tight, I’m letting out my own curses a few seconds later.
Maybe mid-afternoon, we stop to take a break and rehydrate. “Think I should call downstairs and see if they have any Gatorade?”
She chuckles and accepts the glass of water I hand her. While she sips it, I flop down onto the bed and roll to face her.
“So, who do you think your father will send to kill me if he finds out we got hitched without telling him? Vasily?” I lazily trace my fingers over her shoulder and down her arm. “Someone else? Or do you think he’ll wait and do the deed himself?”
She presses her palm against my chest, pushing me away. “Is this your version of sexy talk? Because I’m not feeling it.”
“Nah, I was just thinking.”
“I thought you said you trusted this place?”
“I do. I was kidding.”
“Do you think your dad will be upset he wasn’t here?”
“Disappointed, maybe. But he’ll understand.” He’s not bi
g on weddings and probably would’ve thought our whole simple, beach thing was a stupid waste of money.
Her mouth twists down as she considers the scenario more thoroughly. “For something that personal, he’d do it himself.”
I’d love to see him try. “Well, I guess I’m safe until he gets out of prison, then.”
Chapter Sixty-Eight
15 Years later
Kodack, NY
Chaser
I pull the Manila envelope out of our mailbox and stuff it inside my cut before continuing down our long, secluded driveway.
Angelina greets me at the door by jumping up and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy you’re home, Daddy!”
“Were you good? You didn’t shoot your brother in the ass again, did you?”
“Jeez.” She steps back and scowls at me. “One time. It was an accident.”
Still funny as shit too. Poor Dylan hasn’t lived it down yet.
“Where’s Grandpa?” She peers around me to stare at the front window. “Isn’t he with you?”
“He stopped at the clubhouse. He’ll be over for dinner later.”
“Oh, goodie! I’m making a chocolate marshmallow cream pie for dessert.”
“Yeah? You trying to give him another heart attack?” Her face falls. I probably shouldn’t tease my daughter about that. “I’m kidding. Sounds delicious. Where’s your mother?”
“Out back.” She drops her gaze to the envelope in my hand. “Who’s sending stuff here to you and Mallory Dove?”
I wave the envelope in front of her. “It’s from Uncle Alvin.”
“What is it?”
I hold it out of reach. “It’s private. For your mom and me.”
“Eww.”
Who knew our “famous” pasts would be so embarrassing to our pre-teen daughter? Anytime she catches a snippet of ‘Candy Jar’ on VH1 or an old episode of Ocean Ave., she cringes, covers her ears, and starts singing at the top of her lungs.
