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“Wife,” he murmurs before kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips and his tongue. His lips move to my neck, where he then bites me. Sucking on my skin, I know he is leaving his mark. I welcome it.
“Husband, please. Please,” I beg. His slides his cock into me slowly, torturing me.
We make love for the rest of the night. It’s fast, it’s slow. It’s rough. It’s gentle. It’s everything all at once. It’s us.
The next day, we leave for our honeymoon. I woke up not feeling well, but I take some antacids, thinking it was something I ate at dinner last night. By the time we land in Hawaii, I know that something is wrong. I can’t stop throwing up. I have chills and a slight fever.
Concerned, Tex takes me to the hospital. It takes all of twenty minutes for them to tell me that I am both pregnant and have food poisoning which is a precarious situation. We go back to the hotel room where I spend the final days of honeymoon sick as hell. By the last day of our honeymoon, I feel somewhat better. I’ve heard said that true love sees you through an illness. As Tex is still here, I’d say that’s true. When I say this sickness was awful, I mean it.
As soon as we get home, I move in with him. Moving out of my mom’s house was hard on all of us, but my mom understood the need. It was time. I thought living with a man would be difficult but living with him is easy. He’s neat and clean, compared to my disorganized chaos. We balance each other. Since I was so sick, I’ve barely had a second to think about our baby, but now that I am better and home, it’s all I can think about. I never asked him what he thought, but now I need to know.
“Tex, are you happy?” I blurt out one night while we are watching TV. He pauses his channel flipping and looks at me smiling.
“Of course, doll. You make me so happy,” he says turning back to the TV.
“I mean about that baby,” I clarify. He turns the TV off and looks at me again.
“Fuck, Bristol. I am sorry. I should have shouted from the rooftops how fucking excited I am about being a father.” He pulls me closer to him, then lifts me into his lap.
“I am happy too. This is so new and there’s so much we don’t know about each other. I was hoping this wouldn’t ruin anything between us.”
“Nothing could ruin anything between us, doll. Nothing. This is love everlasting.” The way he kisses me has my toes curling.
I am going to love being his wife.
Chapter Seven
Tex
While I love being married to Bristol and I love the life we are building together, I have felt like another shoe was going to drop and I was right. Out of nowhere last month, I was served, and Dante Briggs sued me for breach of contract and wrongful termination. How fucking ballsy do you have to be to sue someone after being caught making bets on something you can control the outcome of? He’s making my life hell and it hasn’t gotten any better since Bristol cleaned house on the pit crew and got rid of guys that were loyal to Dante. She figured out who knew what and when they knew it.
Now, my main pit crew is all badass females who get me in and out the pit much quicker than I previously thought possible. The ladies are making headlines as the first female-only pit crew in the history of racing.
His harassment is steady but doesn’t exactly cross the line.
The court hearings are going in my favor, but I don’t need this shit. The last race of the season is coming up and I need to focus all my energy on it. The Telluride Motor Speedway is one of the most challenging courses in America and I have to be ready for it. I am looking forward to racing from a higher points system.
“Baby?” I hear Bristol yell from the living room. She probably just needs me to lift something for her. I am heading for her when suddenly I hear an explosion of glass and her screams. Taking off at a dead run, I get from one side of the house to the other quicker than I ever thought possible. The sight of blood, glass and other debris scattered all of the room is shocking. The huge bay window is completely gone. The one thing I don’t see is Bristol. I am about to lose my fucking mind. My pregnant wife has been forcibly taken from our home and I don’t have the skills to get her back. I dial 911 immediately and wait for the police to arrive. In those few precious minutes, I think about who could have done this and why.
