Chapter 32

N othing could have prepared me for the words the doctor spoke yesterday, or for the catatonic state Abigail was in afterward. She was so out of it that she didn’t even notice Cole, Smithy, Alex, and the girls gathered in the hall when we came back, their faces full of questions I refused to answer. It’s not my place to share. If she wants them to know, she'll tell them when she’s ready. After informing them as much and instructing them to continue whatever Abigail had laid out for them, I spent the rest of the day and night just holding her.

I’ll take her to get a thousand opinions if she wants, try every experimental drug on the market, or leave it up to fate. But until she voices what she wants, there’s not much more I can do than offer her comfort.

“Are you sure you still want to go through with this? Give me the word and I’ll call it off and take all the heat. Nobody will dare say a word to you about it,” I say as I look at her in the mirror while straightening my tie, meeting her green eyes narrowed in concentration as she fixes her eyeliner.

“I’m sure. Far too much work and excitement have gone into this to call it off now. Plus, I kind of want to let my hair down and forget about everything for a few hours, you know?”

“Fine, but the moment you look like you’ve had enough I’m dragging your ass out of there, even if I have to toss you over my shoulder,” I tell her as I turn to take her in my arms and kiss her forehead. She’s already warned me off kissing her and ruining her blood red lipstick, and considering our guests started arriving twenty minutes ago, we’re already late enough. I’ll just have to mess it up later.

“I have to say, you look very handsome for someone who’s spent all day trying to beg out of this.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I let you down, hmm?” After seeing the black sparkly bodycon dress with a high slit and red heels laid out on the bed, I picked my outfit accordingly. Luckily, I have a tie the same shade as her shoes or I’d have been stealing one of Alex’s.

“Fair point, now come on. I’m dying to see how everything turned out,” she says as she steps out of my embrace, before taking me by the hand and leading me downstairs. Even though upstairs is firmly off limits to everyone, the banister has been decorated with fairy lights and garland, and the bottom couple of stairs have pumpkins on them to keep with the spooky vibe Abigail and the girls worked so hard to pull off.

Following the chatter coming from the living room, we head that way and I have to say I’m impressed. Somehow the room looks like the perfect blend between a Halloween party and the typical mafia gathering. It truly is amazing what she can pull off when she puts her mind to it. As we make the rounds of hellos and handshakes, everyone expresses how amazing everything looks, and at least five people ask for her card to book her to plan a party for them.

“Looks like you’re going to be busy party planning on the lead-up to Christmas,” I tease her as we make a stop near the food table to grab a few bites of Kelly’s delicious spread. Watching the blush coat her cheeks just reinforces my desire to show her just how valued she is here.

If it’s party planning, baking, or even opening her dream cat café, it’s clear she’ll have plenty of custom and support. The only thing stopping her seems to be her indecision, but maybe she doesn’t have to choose. Who’s to say she can't hire the girls to do the party planning while she invests her time elsewhere?

“Shh you. Don’t worry, I’ll still have plenty of time to throw a Christmas gala that you get to host.”

“Don’t remind me,” I groan, tipping back my whiskey and relishing the burn. Social events are far from my thing, and I doubt that will ever change. But if it means getting to have an opportunity to show off my beautiful wife and her skills, then that’s a small price to pay for such a high pleasure.

“I’ll let it drop if you come dance with me.” As if she ever needs to bribe me to do that. Any excuse to hold her tight is a win in my book.

"Admit it. You had a good time," Abigail teases me with a poke to my ribs as we stand side by side brushing our teeth, hours later.

"Of course I did. I got to dance with you and spend the evening hearing people praise you." Smirking at the blush that coats her cheeks, I pull her into me, hands on her hips, and ask her, "Did my good girl like all that praise, hmm?"

"Logan," she pants as she tips her head to allow me access to her neck.

"Of course you did. I bet you're dripping for me already. A few pretty words and you’re like putty in my hands. Aren’t you?"

"You drive me insane. It’s like I can't get enough of you, like I can’t breathe without your touch." She's clawing at my back, trying to direct me lower. But I wouldn't be me if I didn’t make her beg for it first.

"Yeah? How about you tell me what you want then. In. Explicit. Detail." With each word, I bite her neck and listen to her gasp in pain with a smirk on my face. My girl likes pain as much as I like inflicting it. The perfect little masochist to my sadist.

"I want you; I want you to take what you want from me."

"You can do better than that, can’t you, my needy little slut?" Pulling back from her neck, I deliver a swift swat to her breast and watch her back arch at the sensation, and her eyes cloud over with lust as she struggles to comply with my demands.

"I want your cock. In my pussy, claiming what’s yours. I want your cum in me. I want to watch it drip out after. Fuck, please." She’s panting as she begs me, hazy eyes unable to focus on me. Perfect. She’s so fucking perfect and exactly how I want her. Slamming my mouth against hers, I savour her moans as my own as I walk her backwards into our room. Our room now if I have anything to say about it.

"I’ll give you my fucking cock. I’ll stretch that perfect cunt out until it’s moulded to me. Every time you sit tomorrow, you’ll remember what you asked for," I growl as I throw her onto the bed, following her down and kissing her senseless again. I never saw the appeal in kissing; it always seemed like an unnecessary part of foreplay. But now I could kiss her for days without looking to do more.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I kiss along her collarbone as I push the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Sitting back, I pull my shirt off and revel in the look on her face for a second before getting off the bed and pulling her with me. Maintaining eye contact, I peel her dress off her only to let out a curse at her bare breasts. Perky, with dusty nipples straining towards me.

"Oh, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you? These perfect tits were free all night just begging for attention." With a growl, I dip my head to take one into my mouth while pinching the other. Her gasp of pain is like electricity to my cock. Taking a step back, I take in the sight before me. Flushed skin, nipples hard enough to cut glass, a lust-drunk look on her face, lips rosy and bruised from my kisses. Utter perfection.

"On your back, head hanging off the side. I’m going to fuck that throat of yours like it’s my pussy, and you’re going to love it, aren’t you?"

"Fuck yes," she gasps as she moves where I want her. The sight of her lying there in only a skimpy thong and red heels, mouth ready for me to use, has my cock hard as steel. Stalking towards her as I undo my belt and zipper, I watch her eyes dilate to slits as I free my cock. With a whimper, she arches her neck, as if she’s trying to get impossibly closer to me. Pumping my cock in my fist to ease the pressure, I brush the crown against her lips as her tongue flicks out, trying to get a taste.

"You’re going to be a good girl and take every inch, aren’t you? Get it nice and wet so I can thrust straight into your tight cunt." With that, I thrust myself past her lips and watch as her eyes widen at the intrusion before rolling back as she lets out a moan around me. Her hands fly up to press against my thighs as I widen my stance so I can thrust down into her throat.

The feeling of her hot, wet mouth is like no other. As she starts moving her tongue around the head, flicking my piercing, I pick up the pace. The sight of her tears and the gagging sounds have my cock jerking in her mouth, my balls drawing up. As much as I would love nothing more than to come in her mouth and watch her swallow me down, I want to flood her pussy even more, so with a reluctant groan, I pull myself free and watch as her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath.

"Be a good girl and present your pussy to me," I order, and watch as she scrambles to move onto her hands and knees, head down and ass up. With a groan, I take in her glistening core and drop to my knees to eat her out. I can never get enough of the taste of her. Sweet and tangy at the same time in the best way.

"Please Logan, I need more," she pants, writhing on the bed and thrusting back against me. With a slap to her ass, I stand up and flip her over, tossing her legs over my shoulders and lowering my head to hers.

"You better be ready for this," I growl as I rear back to spit on her pussy before thrusting myself home, balls deep with a shout as she clamps down on me. Her cunt feels like velvet heaven, and every second I get to spend inside her is a second I’ll treasure.

"You feel so good...fuck, I’m so full."

"You’re so fucking tight, you’re choking my dick."

"I…I’m gonna," she pants before cutting herself off as I reach between us to pinch her clit.

"You come when I say and not before," I growl, biting her thigh from where it is beside my head as I speed up my thrusts. As I piston my hips faster, I feel my balls draw up and my cock kick with my impending release, and with a slap to her breast, I growl, "Now. Soak my cock with your come now, Princess."

With a cry, she comes, and seconds later I follow her, coming deep in her pussy. Pulling out, I watch it trickle out with a smirk before I drop to my knees to clean her up.

"What are you—" She cuts herself off with a moan when my tongue makes contact with her. Smirking against her pussy, I eat her out until, with a twitch and a gasp, she comes again. Joining her in the bed, I pull her into a kiss before curling myself around her.

In a minute, we’ll need to get up and clean up.

Tomorrow, we’ll need to get back to dealing with everything.

But for now, I get to hold her in my arms. Where she belongs.

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