AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hey, baby. I’m home.” I bite the shell of her ear and start to really move, taking what I want.
Arching her back, she meets me thrust for thrust, taking my dick hard and deep, clenching her muscles around me like a fucking vise.
“Good morning to you, too.” She smiles into my mouth, giving me a kiss as I get off in her for the third time in the last ten hours.
Sometime Later
“Come on. I don’t want to be late,” I call out to Stella as I sit on her couch with her cat. “Pam treats her parties like a religion,” I warn. “It’s like showing up late to church or a funeral.”
“I’m coming.” She struts into the room dressed in a tight-fitting champagne colored dress that sparkles under the light. “How do I look?” She does a twirl.
“Perfect.” I pick Whiskers up off my lap. We’ve been keeping things low key. This will be Stella’s first time going to the clubhouse. We both agreed New Year’s Eve was a good time for it. New year. New energy.
“Are you sure it won’t be weird?”
I know she means Ember. They’ve not spoken since their fight that day in the parking lot at Marco’s. I’m hoping they can move past it. For both mine and Smoke’s sakes.
She gives the cat a few scratches behind her ears, and we set out.
The whole drive there, she’s fidgeting in her seat, full of nervous energy.
“Babe, you need to relax.”
“I just want them like me.”
“They will love you because I love you.”
She stares at me with her mouth agape. “You love me?”
“Yeah. Don’t you know that by now?”
“It’s the first time you’ve said it. I might cry.”
“Don’t cry. If you fuck up your makeup, I don’t have time to turn around so you can fix it.” My woman takes her makeup as serious as Pam takes her parties, but I wouldn’t have her any other way.
At the clubhouse, the party is in full swing. This year’s theme is The Great Gatsby. Everything is decorated in gold and silver. We push our way through the streamers and balloons hanging from the rafters and squeeze in at the bar to get our drinks.
Stella sips on a dirty martini and I settle for a beer.
“Told you there was nothing to worry about,” I tell her.
“Maybe. Why do I get the impression that Pam chick is taking down notes in her little black book about me?”
I bust out laughing.
“What? Is she?”
“Nah. She’s going around to take bets.”
“On what?”
“How long I take to knock you up.” I grin as her face pales.
“Um. No. No babies. Not for a long, long time. And even then. I’m not sure.”
“It’s going to happen. You might as well accept it. I want at least three kids.”
“Three? Are you insane?”
