Guarding His Obsession (10 page)

“
T
hat’s disgusting
. I won’t eat it.”

“Yeah, me neither. It smells gross,” Zoey adds, pushing her plate an inch away from her.

I lay my head in my hands and pray for strength. My wife and my almost-five-year-old daughter will surely be the death of me. Never mind the fact that Zoey is nine months pregnant with our second girl, and it’s only going to get worse.

“Girls. It’s just a vegetable medley. Why don’t you both try it?”

Zoey looks over at Amelia and shrugs her shoulders. Amelia lets out a deep breath, and they nod to one another, as if agreeing to take one for the team.

I bite my lip to keep from smiling as they both try what I made for dinner. I try to cook healthy for all of us, but sometimes my efforts are wasted. I’ve somewhat retired from the security firm, only coming in to make sure everything is in line. I don’t take on any more cases. I just make sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to be doing, but I’m okay with it because it allows me to take care of my girls. Zoey still works when she wants, taking on jobs that interest her when it suits her. We’ve both got enough money to not have to worry about it, so we get to spend time with our daughter and each other.

Amelia makes a humming noise like she likes it, and Zoey looks at her skeptically. After a second, she picks up her fork and tries it, too, making the same exact face as Amelia. I can hardly hold back my eye roll. They’re so alike. God help me, I love the two of them more than life itself. I don’t know how my heart can possibly have any more room for love, but seeing Zoey round with our next little girl, I’m already head over heels for her, too.

After everything settled down from the stalker drama, we got married in a double ceremony just like Zoey wanted. It was a big wedding and lots of fun, but in the end I was just happy to have my cupcake beside me.

Zoey got pregnant about a minute after we met, and I couldn’t have been happier with our little girl. We decided to wait a while after Amelia was born, thinking we needed some time to adjust to kids. After she was a couple years old, we started trying again and finally got pregnant with our baby girl on the way now. I should be terrified of having another girl, but I couldn’t be more excited. I hope our new bundle of love is just like her mama, too.

Reaching over, I rub her belly and then look up into Zoey’s eyes.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and she looks at me, cocking her head to the side.

“For what?”

“For this.” I look between her and Amelia. “For everything. I’m a lucky bastard.”

“Ooooooh! Daddy said a bad word.”

“She’s right, you did,” Zoey agrees, and I just smile at them.

Life is too damn good.

F
ifteen years later
…

“
O
h
, fuck!”

“Shhh. The girls are downstairs. They’ll hear us.”

“Oh, fuck,” Zoey whispers.

I smile against her pussy and then start licking her again. I get lost in her sweet honeysuckle, licking her in long thick strokes just the way she likes it. She lies back on the bed, grabbing the pillow and putting it over her face. She’s trying to be good, but I really am torturing her.

Our oldest, Amelia, is home from college and took her sister, Brock to the movies with her. I guess they got back early, because we heard them downstairs just as things were getting hot. I jumped up and locked the door but refused to let Zoey go. They’ll be fine without us for a while.

Zoey makes mumbled noises into the pillow as I eat her pussy. I bring up two fingers and push them through her wet folds, and then deep inside her. She moans and clenches around them, and my dick throbs in response.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I graze it with my teeth, making her legs shake with need. I curl my fingers up, hitting her G spot, and start to work them in and out of her. Flicking her little nub with the end of my tongue is enough to send her over the edge.

Her legs tense, and her back bows off the bed while she screams my name into the pillow. Even after all these years, I haven’t gotten tired of that sound. There’s never been another woman who’s caught my attention or made me question for one second my devotion to Zoey. She’s the only woman who ever saw me for who I am, and she’s my reason for breathing.

Kissing the inside of her thighs, I rub my nose against her, just letting her ride her orgasm to its end while I pet her and give her little pecks of love.

“Mom?” I hear Brock’s voice and then a knock on the door.

Zoey giggles into the pillow, and I turn my head back toward the door. “Go away!” I yell as I climb up the bed and on top of Zoey. She’s shaking with laughter, and I move the pillow to whisper in her ear. “That was your fault this time.”

“What are you guys doing in there?” Amelia shouts from the other side of the door, and I roll my eyes.

“There’s money in my purse. Go get ice cream. Leave us alone!” Zoey yells, and then I hear the girls head back downstairs.

It’s all I can do not to fall on top of her laughing, but then she reaches between us and grabs my cock. All the laughter leaves me, and my desire shoots to the forefront.

“Orgasms, Hart. I want all of them.”

She guides my cock to her opening, and I thrust in the rest of the way. “Whatever you want, cupcake,” I grunt out as I start to move inside of her.

Leaning down, I suck on her hard nipple, needing something in my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s been almost two decades since I first got inside her, and her pussy still grips me tighter than anything I’ve ever known. Her warm, wet heat sucks me inside her, and I have to bite down on her nipple to keep from cumming. Her hands go to my back, her nails digging in, and I feel her clenches start again.

“Drake,” she moans, and she cums all over my cock.

There’s nothing sweeter than the feel of her pleasure on me and under me. Getting Zoey off is what gets me off, and I follow her into sweet oblivion.

When we both catch our breath and I take my mouth off of her nipple, I look up into her eyes.

She reaches between us, rubbing her hand over the space on my chest where her pink cupcake is tattooed. All these years later, she still looks at it and smiles. Just like the first time she saw it. I even had two more little cupcakes tattooed beside it to represent my little girls.

Seeing her like this is what makes my life worth living.

There are little fine lines around her beautiful eyes as she smiles up at me, and I can’t help but fall in love with each of them. Each one represents a smile she’s given me or our girls. Each crease is a memory I’ve shared with her, and each one I cherish.

“What?” she asks, smiling up at me.

“I love you, cupcake.”

“I love you, too, Drake. And I want another orgasm.”

Elle and Daniel aka Pink

It’s been fifteen years since the day I first saw Elle, and I never get tired of looking at her. She’s in the kitchen setting out lunches and making sure everything is ready to go for in the morning. I walk up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face in her neck and just breathe her in.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she laughs as she rubs her ass against me.

“Who’s saying I won’t finish it?” She turns in my arms and gives me a kiss as she reaches down and grabs my ass. Leaning my forehead against hers, I think about all that we’ve shared these past years.

We’ve had six kids together—three boys and three girls—and Elle runs this place like a drill sergeant. I’m so proud of the mother she’s become and of how amazing she is, but I still like to get her riled up. She keeps us all organized, and I make sure to mess her schedule up every now and then to remind her that chaos can be fun, too. She gets bent out of shape, but getting her steamed up is half the fun.

“I’ve got to finish this and then set the coffee, fold the laundry, and get the hockey bags ready for practice after school. Then I need to—”

I put my finger over her lips and give her a look.

“Don’t give me that look, Pink,” she says, pushing my hand away. “I have too much to do.”

“Not tonight,” I say, and raise an eyebrow. “I’ve already done all that shit. It may not be the way you like it, but it’s done.”

She starts to talk, but I put my hand in her hair and grip a handful of it.

“I’m taking you upstairs. I want you to take your clothes off and get in the bath I ran for you. I’m going fuck you in it and then rub your feet.”

I feel her melt in my arms, and I know I’ve got her. I’ve always known Elle to be highly strung, but all she needs is a little control taken away and she’s like warm butter for me.

She likes everything done a certain way, but her dominance can only last so long. We both know who’s really in charge, and most of the time she needs reminding.

I reach down and grab her ass with both hands, picking her up. Her arms and legs go around me, and I carry her up the stairs to our bedroom. I kick the door closed behind us and lock it before taking her to the master bath.

I strip down and get in the tub, which is more than big enough for the two of us, and lean back to watch her take her clothes off. She knows what I want, and I wait for it.

Slowly, she starts to move her hips as she strips out of her clothes. I’ve got soft music playing, and she takes her time, letting me see everything that’s mine.

Once she’s undressed, she walks over and gets in the tub, standing up over me. Taking her hands, I pull her down so she’s straddling my hips. She reaches down between us, holding my cock as she lowers herself onto it.

When she’s fully seated on me, I grab her hips and work them up and down.

“Say it,
Prinzessin
.”

Elle knows I want to hear her words of love when I’m inside her. Nothing turns me on more than when I’ve got my cock in her and she tells me she loves me. It’s the most perfect thing in the world, and every time we connect, I need it to leave her lips.

“I love you, Daniel. Only you.”

All these years later and I still get off hearing that I’m the only one she wants. That there have been no others before me.

“I love you, too, Elle.”

The candles flicker in the bathroom and reflect the shadows of our bodies becoming one. We make love, and I give her the foot rub I promised, all while she tells me about her day. I refill the tub with warm water countless times because I’m not ready for tonight to end.

Some days are hectic, especially with six kids, so nights like these are savored. When I finally pull her from the tub, she’s putty in my arms as I take her to bed and kiss every inch of her.

Elle needed me to break down her walls and help her see the beauty in chaos. Every day we are together is another chance for me to show her just how perfect our love is. And tonight, as she drifts to sleep in my arms, I kiss her forehead and thank my lucky stars she chose me.