Closing Time (26 page)

Mike didn’t even look at us. He was having too grand of a time with Janice, sweeping her across the floor and laughing with her the entire why. I glared at both of them.

“Who needs them?” Cassandra said.

“Yeah, they are losers anyway,” I said.

The hours went by while we got crazy on the dance floor. But I was irritated the guys hogged my wife the entire time. I was about to act like a caveman and drag Janice back by the hair, but I stopped myself from getting too crazy.

Eventually, I walked away to get a glass of water. I didn’t realize I was sweating until I stopped moving for a second. The table was covered with gifts and unopened cards. We’d have to open them after our honeymoon. We probably didn’t need anything anyway. We didn’t register but people bought us stuff anyway. I guess we can’t complain.

Janice finally left the guys on the floor and snatched my water away. She downed it then smiled. “Refreshing.”

“You little thief.”

“I am a thief—I stole your heart.”

“That you did.” I hooked my arm around her waist then yanked her to my chest. “You aren’t getting away this time.”

“You weren’t getting jealous, were you?” she asked playfully.

“Anytime someone even looks at you, I’m jealous.”

“Good to know.”

We had a great time tonight, and it was definitely a memory that experience and time couldn’t erase. My wife ended up being the greatest person I ever knew, and she made me happier than I could ever really understand. My life took an unexpected turn when she sauntered through my doorway, making my heart catch in my throat. In that moment, everything changed. I changed.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispered.

“What I always think about.”

“Slapping my ass while you take me from behind?”

I smirked. “Actually, I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“That’s a first.”

“Yes, it was.”

“So, what were you thinking about?” she pressed.

I thought that answer was pretty obvious. “How happy you’ve made me.”

She smiled. “You make me happy too.”

“Don’t ever leave me.”

“I married you, Ryan. I’m stuck with you.”

“Good.”

She played with my tie then pulled my lips to hers. “So…you want to get out of here?”

My eyes burned in longing. “
You don’t want to stay?”

She looked over her shoulder, whe
re Flynn was breakdancing on the floor while everyone else clapped and cheered for him. “No. I’m sick of these who-ha’s. Let’s hit the road.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

We said our goodbyes to everyone, and the gang followed us out to the limo. Cans of beans were tied to the back, making us look like country folk.

“Really?” I asked.

“I thought it would be cute,” Scarlet said.

I rolled my eyes. “Of course it was your idea.”

She took the insult in stride then hugged me. “I’m so happy for you.”

My heart throbbed warmly. “Thank you.”

“I’ll see you when I get back. Make sure Skye stays in there as long as possible.”

“I’ll try.” She pulled away and looked at me fondly. “You’ll always be my hero even if you’re someone else’s hero now.”

My eyes softened. “I can be both even though I’m not worthy of either.”

She grabbed my face and kissed my cheek. “Have a great honeymoon. We promise we won’t call.”

“You better,” I said with a laugh.

“I didn’t make any such promise,” Flynn said. “I might hit you up.”

“Just run the shop,” I said. “You should be able to do that.”

Flynn shrugged. “We’ll see how it goes…”

Everyone came to me and hugged me and Janice. Even though I saw these guys all the time, I was sad to leave them. I actually wanted to take them along. That’s how fond I was of each and every one of them. “Thanks for everything, guys.”

“We got your back until the end of time,” Sean said. “Now go have fun.”

Janice pressed her breasts into my chest. “Yes. Let’s.”

“Man, how do you keep her satisfied?” Mike asked.

“I don’t,” I said honestly. “She recharges quicker than the Energizer bunny.”

Janice opened the door then pulled me inside
. “I won’t deny that. When you have a sexy bad boy for a husband with a heart of gold, it’s hard to keep your legs closed.”

Cortland cringed. “Too much info.”

She yanked me inside. “Come on. I want you inside me now.”

My eyes widened then I turned to the gang, the door still open. “I got to go.”

“We understand,” Mike said with a laugh.

I shut the door and the darkness from the tinted windows crept inside the back of the car. The visor between
us and the driver was rolled up and we were completely alone.

Then the limo took off, heading to the road and the airport. I was taking my wife to the Caribbean, and I packed her a thong swimsuit because she had such a nice ass. It wasn’t exactly romantic but Janice knew what to expect from me.

She grabbed my tie then loosened it. The desire in her eyes told me exactly what she wanted to do. I’d seen that look hundreds of times.

“Baby, let’s wait until we are at the hotel. I want to make love to you the right way.”

“The right way?” she asked, straddling my hips. “There’s no such thing as the right way.”

“Well, there’s the romantic way. And this certainly isn’t it.”

She unbuttoned my fly and pulled down the zipper. “I don’t want romantic. I want us.”

We did have an unorthodox relationship. Whenever we were pissed at each other, sex was used as a manipulative weapon. But we had a strong devotion to each other, based on love and trust. She would never lie to me and I would never lie to her. “You want to have sex for the first time as husband and wife in a limo?”

“I just want you inside me. Where and when doesn’t matter.” She unbuttoned my shirt and revealed my chest. Her hands moved up and down, feeling the grooves of my abs. “Now shut up and give me your best stuff.”

How could I possibly
resist her? I lifted up her dress then pulled down her underwear. I didn’t want to remove her gown or her heels. I liked seeing her wear it, knowing she was my bride.

My cock rubbed against her clitoris while she grinded me on the backseat. My legs were wide apart, ready to push against the floor to buck inside her. She leaned forward and kissed me, her hand moving behind
her to gently massage my balls. I moaned into her mouth because she knew exactly what I liked.

I couldn’t believe how amazing she was in bed.

My spine shivered and I panted for her, wanting to feel her intimately. She continued to kiss me, her lips leaving third degree burns everywhere. My mouth was on fire and I couldn’t breathe. I loved her so much. It wasn’t just because she was beautiful and it wasn’t just because she was my best friend. It was because she completed me so well. This relationship only would have worked with her, no one else.

She inserted my tip at her ent
rance then moved down, stretching her wet pussy with the width and length of my shaft. She was warm and smooth, making me moan deep in my throat. Once our bodies were combined as close as possible, I grinded my hips against her before I gripped her waist and moved her up and down. She rose and fell from her position on her knees, and with our mouths locked, we made love like animals in the backseat of the limo. We had a long drive to the airport so I tried to make it last as long as possible.

Janice grabbed my hand then moved it under her dress, right over the firm skin of her ass. Then she pulled it back and slapped herself with it. “Don’t forget to spank me, Ryan.”

My lips become immobile and my eyes were wide. “Are you always a dirty girl?”

“No. Just for you.”

Was I really having the best sex of my life in the back of a limo on my wedding night? That would only happen with Janice, the love of my life. I rubbed the warm skin of her cheek before I smacked her again. She moaned and rode me harder, her arms hooked around my waist.

Feeling our bodies connected in this way was
the perfect way to bring our lives together. I felt her in this exact position hundreds of times. Hell, we had so much sex we’d probably done it a thousand times. But this moment was different and unique to all the others. Because, for the first time, our souls were wrapping around one another, forming an unbreakable bond that could never be shattered. Where she ended, I began. We were so tangled up in one another you couldn’t tell the difference. Because we were one.

Finally, I wasn’t alone. I had a woman who loved me with her whole heart, who would die for me, and would be there every morning and every night for as long as I lived. I was part of a set, a matching piece that only work
ed with its counterpart. By myself, I was weak, but with her, I was strong. Together, we fit. And together, we would always fit.

20

Scarlet

Sean spent the whole weekend cleaning our house. Chairs were laid out e
verywhere, tables still had tablecloths, and the silverware and plates needed to be returned. Everyone else helped since Sean was just a single person, and he wouldn’t let me do a damn thing.

By Sunday evening, our house was back to the way it used to be. Sean had to rearrange the furniture in the living room, sweating and contracting his muscles, but I didn’t mind because he took off his shirt. It was a nice picture. And I ended up distracting him a few times, doing it on the couch that was in the hallway of our enormous house. But it was worth it.

As the week went by, Ryan never called, not that I expected him to. He was having a great time on his honeymoon, starting the life he deserved. My brother was the greatest guy I knew besides my husband, and he’d suffered more than anyone should. It gave me joy knowing he had someone who loved him unconditionally, who would always stand by his side no matter how tough things got, and she would put up with all his bullshit since I couldn’t always handle it.

But, I admit, I was a little sad. I couldn’t explain why. Perhaps it was because my hormones were all over the place. Skye would be here any day, but something was weighing on my heart.

Sean, the man who could read me easier than I wished, caught the feeling. “Baby, what’s on your mind?”

We were sitting on the couch watching the Yankee game. “Oh, nothing.” I dug my hand into the popcorn on his lap and ate a few bites.

He wasn’t buying it. “Out with it.”

“It’s nothing,” I said firmly, unable to look him in the eye.

“Don’t insult me by lying to me. You’re horrible at it anyway.”

“I don’t want to say…”

“Why?”

“Because it’s selfish.”

“It’s impossible for you to be selfish.”

“Not really,” I said firmly. I was selfish with Sean all the time. He waited on me hand and foot and I let him because I was tired. That was pretty selfish.

He rested his hand on my thigh, which was barely visible over the roundness of my enormous stomach. “Tell me. I’ll keep your secret.”

“You always keep my secrets. Hey, did you pick up the dry cleaning?”

Sean gave me a firm look. “Stop stalling.”

I groaned. “I guess…I guess I’m a little sad that Ryan doesn’t need me anymore.” God, I was a selfish person. I couldn’t believe I actually said that out loud. I was happy for him. I really was. But, it hurt knowing he and I would never be the same again.

He grabbed my hand and caressed the knuckles. “Ryan thought the same thing when you and I got married.”

“I guess…”

“And nothing changed. You guys will always be a really odd and unusual pair. You’ll still tell each other everything and be there for each other. Obviously, things will be a little different, but for the most part, everything will be the same.”

“You really think so?” I asked hopefully.

“Baby, I know so.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “And that isn’t selfish. Your brother is the first protection you’ve ever had. It’s natural not to want to get it up. And just because I’m the first person in your life, and now our daughter, and Janice is the first person in Ryan’s life, doesn’t mean you mean any less to him.”

Sean made me feel better. I guess
I was just overreacting. “Thanks for talking me off the ledge.”

“Sure.” He looked at me fondly.

“I guess my hormones are making me a little more emotional than usual.”

“I’ve noticed.” He smirked. “Not that I mind. It’s played well in my favor for the past month.”

He was referring to my abrupt horniness. “It’s the hormones.”

“Whatever. I like it when you’re
a slut.”

“A slut
is someone who sleeps around. By definition, I only sleep with you, my husband, making me not a slut.”

“That’s debatable.”

I hit him playfully in the arm. “I’m a very classy lady.”

“Who eats hotdogs, fries, and burgers off the ground.”

I rolled my eyes. Sean would never let me move on from that. “What’s the big deal? There are germs everywhere so what does it matter?”

“Yes, there are germs everywhere, but the sidewalk of Manhattan has to be dirtier than a port-a-potty.”

I shrugged. “At least my immune system is awesome.”

“It must be iron
clad.”

“And I’ll pass that along to Skye.”

“But keep your poor manners to yourself.”

I laughed. “She’ll be eating stuff of
f the floor until she’s four.”

“I don’t think so,” he said immediately. “My little girl isn’t going to be a dirty slut like you.”

My eyes widened in offense. “Excuse me?”

“Took it too far, didn’t I?” He smirked.

“Just a little…”

He grabbed my face and kissed me. “My apologies, baby.”

When he kissed me and looked at me so fondly, it was hard to stay angry. “I forgive you.”

“You always do.” He rested with me on the couch while we
finished watching the game. I ate the entire bowl of popcorn because I an insatiable pig. But since I was so fat already, what was the point in trying to be better about it? Sean never said a word about my weight, and he still made love to me like nothing had changed. Actually, he was more aggressive and affectionate than he used to be. I wasn’t sure why my pregnant stomach was arousing.

Sean brought me the bowl of ice cream.

“Does it have every flavor?” I asked.

“Yes. Chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla.”

I took it from his hands. “Where are the nuts?”

“Under the whipped cream.”

“
There’s no cherries…”

He rolled his eyes then snatched the bowl back. “You’re lucky you’re so damn hot.”

I smirked while I watched him walk away. “Thanks, honey.”

He added the cherries then came back. “Is this better?”

“Yes.” I took the bowl and shoved the ice cream into my mouth. “So good.”

He eyed me then flipped through his car magazine.

“You aren’t going to have one?”

“No.”

“Why?” I got a spoonful of each flavor along with the whipped cream and nuts.

“You like my body. I want to keep it that way.”

I rolled my eyes. “You can treat yourself once in a while.”

“Nah, I’m good.” He looked at an image of the new Lamborghini. “How pissed would you be if I bought another car?”

“As in, we’d have three cars?”

“No. I would trade in my Ferrari for a Lamborghini.”

“But you’ve only had it for a year…”

“Yeah, but these cars are so bad ass.”

I shrugged. “Sean, it’s your money. Do what you want.”

“
Our
money,” he growled. “And I value your opinion.”

“Both of those cars aren’t exactly family friendly…”

“I need a man toy. I love being a family man but I need my escape once in a while.”

Understandable.
“Then do what you want.”

He closed the magazine then took the empty bowl away from my hands and placed it on the coffee table. “You doing okay?”

“I feel fine.”

He touched my stomach. “What’s taking her so long?”

I shrugged. “I’m supplying her with so much food that she never wants to leave.”

He chuckled. “You might be right about that.”

We settled into the couch and I kept checking my phone.

“Baby, what’s up?” Sean asked.

“Ryan hasn’t called…”

“Because he’s on his honeymoon,” he said firmly.

“He’s supposed to come home today. He didn’t even let me know if he was okay.”

“He’s a big boy, Scarlet.”

Like Ryan could hear us, he sent me a text message.

Had a great time. Wanted to share this with you, but if you show anyone I will make your daughter turn on you and hate you.
He attached a picture of Janice on the beach, showing her backside in a thong. Judging the picture, Janice clearly had no idea he took the shot. I rolled my eyes then deleted the image.

“What?” Sean asked.

“My brother…”

“He contacted you, so you should be happy.”

“But you don’t know what he sent me…that pervert.”

“What?” he asked.

“A picture of Janice in a thong bikini.”

Sean laughed. “That’s romantic. I’d never let you go out with your ass hanging out. I’d have to murder every guy on that beach.”

“Ryan isn’t like that, obviously.”

“Well, I give him props.”

I typed back a message.
You’re gross.

My fascination with my wife’s ass isn’t gross.

This conversation could go on for a long time.
When will you be home?

We’re getting on the plane now, so about six hours.

Have a good time?

Oh yes. We only left the room when Janice forced me.

All he ever cared about was sex.
See you when you get back.

Skye still tucked away?

Yep. We just had ice cream for lunch.

You really are a fat ass.

Go to hell.

Keep
her in there until I get back.

Because I have any control over that…

Just do it.

I put my phone away. “They’re on their way home.”

“Good. They’ll be here before Skye arrives.”

“If she ever does,” I said with a sigh.

He rubbed the back of my neck. “I know you’re uncomfortable, but she’ll be here soon.”

“Yeah…”

“And you look so beautiful, baby.” He kissed my forehead. “You glow brighter than the sun.”

“You don’t think I’m a fat ass?
”

“No,” he said seriously. “You’re hotter than you’ve ever been.”

“That’s not possible.”

“But it is.” He continued to massage me. “I’m so thankful this happened. I was okay with not having children if we had no other options, but I’m really grateful this is finally happening for us.”

“Me too.”

“Thank you for giving me my family, Scar.”

“You’re the one who put her in there to begin with.”

He rubbed my stomach. “But you’ve taken care of her for the past nine months. I know you’ve been uncomfortable and in a lot of pain, but you toughed it out. And when…she…threatened you,
you protected Skye with everything you had. You’re going to be a terrific mother.”

My eyes softened. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

“You’ll be an amazing dad.”

He chuckled. “Until she hits puberty.”

“Even then.” I rested my head against his shoulder and hooked my arm around his, snuggling into him. Even though the past few months have been hard and uncomfortable, spending time with Sean every single day
has been nothing but wonderful. I don’t know what I would do without him.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“And I you.”

Even though I was enormous, so big I couldn’t see my feet, Sean was insistent we make love, just like he was every night. His body was chiseled and defined. I knew the image of his abs so well that I could pick them out in a police lineup. His chest was wide and strong, and his shoulders were sculpted with lines that defined every muscle. His thin hip showed the V that moved to his groin. How this exceptionally sexy man could ever want to have sex with me, a pregnant cow, was beyond me. But he did.

I could only
lay on my back, and even then, I couldn’t move much. Sean pulled my hips toward him then put my feet over his shoulder. Then he slipped inside me and rocked me gently. He was no longer aggressive in bed, just easy and slow. His cock moved inside me repeatedly, giving me dull sensations of pleasure. I just lay there and enjoyed it, not having to do a single thing. Sean pressed my legs to his chest while his ass contracted and thrust into me. When I looked at the vanity across the room, I could see his reflection in it. I stared at his ass as it tightened then relaxed. I loved his ass. It was so nice.

S
ean stared at me while he kept going. He knew what I was looking at.

Despite how hot I was all the time, and the constant pain of my feet and lower back, Sean brought me into a climax of undeniable pleasure. I watched his muscles work to make it last as long as possible. I lay my head back down and gripped his thighs, loving how good it felt.

His chest dripped with sweat, and my hands moved up to feel the beads. It was slippery and warm, making me dig my nails into the skin to hold on. He grunted while he sped up, trying to reach his threshold. I wanted to do something to please him, but I was pretty much handicapped. Quickly, he took a deep breath then moaned while he filled me, his cock becoming even thicker as he released. He leaned on his knuckles and made his final thrusts. When he was finished and satisfied, he lay beside me and caught his breath. I kept my distance because he was hot, but trailed my fingers down his chest.