Queenie
An hour late, she finally arrived and Boyd was already waiting to help her out. “God, that was frustrating.”
“Much better.”
“Mom, at least give her a warning!” Boyd scolded .
“Welcome to our little family.” Only then did Beatrice step back and give her space.
It was odd seeing the three of them together. Her parents had her in their thirties and were significantly older than her. Both Boyd and Beatrice were teen parents, so the age gap was much smaller.
Boyd kissed her hair and guided her towards the kitchen. “We didn’t want to start without you.”
“If someone hadn’t moved to downtown in the midst of the horrible traffic…” Beatrice teased.
Boyd rolled his eyes and pulled out the cutting board, while Queenie headed to the fridge. “Oh, cake!”
“Mom made it.”
“It’s his favourite.”
“All this time you’ve said blueberry cake, I never imagined one with jelly topping.”
“When I was pregnant, the only thing I could keep down was blueberry jelly. I guess I must have passed it along.”
Queenie pulled out the vegetables and Boyd prepped the meat while Luka and Beatrice set the table.
“Do you have siblings, Queenie?” Beatrice asked.
“No, I’m actually a miracle baby. My parents tried for years and once they’d come to terms with never having children, I came along.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful.”
“My mom does come from a large family, so I have lots of cousins. It always felt like having siblings.”
Having conversations with Beatrice was easy, with Boyd handling most of the interactions with his son. Neither Beatrice or Boyd forced her to talk to Luka or made her interact with him any more than necessary. As they started cleaning the table, Boyd’s phone rang and he let out a frustrated groan.
“I have to take this. I’ll make it short,” he promised with a kiss to her forehead.
He’d spent the entire evening sharing casual touches with her. It melted her heart that he felt comfortable to do so in front of his family. She was busying herself with loading the dishwasher, when Luka came closer with more dishes.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted. Judging by his sincere tone and the pain in his eyes, he meant it. “I treated you wrongly. I shouldn’t have done any of it.”
She let out a long sigh and straightened, truly taking him in for the first time all evening. “I’ve always wondered what I would do if you ever apologised. Honestly, I never did figure it out.”
Luka leaned against the counter and stuffed his hands in his pockets, unable to meet her gaze.
“I’m not ready to forgive or forget, but I will promise to get to know the grown-up version of you before writing you off.”
He swallowed hard and with a rather raspy voice whispered, “Thank you.”
Unsure of what to do with herself after that revelation, she tidied up the kitchen. That was, until Boyd abruptly stopped her by hauling her back with his arms around her waist. “Drop the cloth,” he demanded.
“I was just—”
“Relaxing, right? Making yourself a warm drink to enjoy the evening with us. Maybe even pour yourself a glass of wine. ”
She twisted in his grip and locked her arms behind his neck. “Fine. I’ll take a hot cocoa.”
With a kiss, so soft and sweet that it left her insides a gooey mess, Boyd sat her on the counter and started the coffee machine. “I have a business lunch tomorrow, and I was hoping you’d join me.”
“As long as I just have to sit there and look pretty and I’m not required to know anything more than your name.”
Boyd tossed a grin over his shoulder. “No, you’re just there for the good food and to brighten my otherwise very boring meeting.”
“I can do that.”
“Perfect,” he purred, sweeping her into another kiss before ushering her towards the couch.
When it came time for Luka and Beatrice to leave, Queenie stayed back while Boyd saw them out.
She made herself another hot chocolate and stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the view of downtown.
The setting sun peaked behind the buildings with the skyscrapers’ windows glowing like lights on a Christmas tree.
“Such a stunning view,” Boyd husked, kicking the front door shut and crossing the space to her. One hand groped her ass, the other took the steaming cup and set it aside. “I’ve fantasised about fucking you against this glass since the very first day we met.”
Her head rolled back against his chest as his fingers pushed under her dress, hooking around her panties and pushing them down her thighs.
Twisting her head, she kissed his throat, a deep groan vibrating her lips.
She closed her eyes and pressed her ass against his straining erection, guiding his hand to her clit .
“And these pretty little dresses are such a tease.” He didn’t ease her in, roughly taking her clit. “You were so brave today. So strong.”
“Boyd,” she moaned, her head already spinning.
“God, you are everything, Queenie. My everything.”
Kissing turned to sucking, her hand dropping from his wrist and reaching back, frantically trying to open his belt.
He chuckled and helped her along, his cock practically jumping into her fist. “So needy.”
“Please…”
“I’m not going to tease you, my queen. You deserve all the rewards possible. You did outstanding today, facing your fears like the warrior you are.”
“Oh, God,” she cried, watching him spit onto his hand and lube her up. With two fingers he fucked and stretched her, his palm rubbing over her clit and making her legs cave.
But his strong arm kept her upright. “I would never let my queen fall and break her crown.” Boyd shifted, and the zipper of her dress fell down. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him using his teeth and it was the most primal, the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “Lose it.”
Hastily, she pushed the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “You too?”
“So hesitant,” Boyd tsked. “Tell me what you want, Queenie and it’s yours.”
“Undress,” she panted. “Please.”
Boyd dropped his hands, leaving her to grip onto the glass for stability.
The second his shirt was gone and his briefs kicked aside, she was in his arms again, slick fingers between her thighs.
Secure in his hold, she reached back and wrapped her fingers around his cock, his hips thrusting into her fist.
“I need you,” she panted.
“Oh, Queenie, I’ll fill you too fast. I’ve been saving myself for you all week.”
“Please do. I need your cock inside me.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, swapping his fingers for the thick head of his cock. His fingers worked her clit relentlessly, leaving her quivering in no time. “You want me to fill you?”
“Yes,” she panted, slamming her ass against him. “Use me, Boyd.”
He needed no further instruction, holding her steady by his arm around her waist and easing his cock into her.
She braced herself against the glass, mesmerised by his reflection.
His eyes were closed, his lips nipping her ear as he grunted and groaned, fighting his orgasm.
God, he looked beautiful. He was hers and in turn, she was his.
She loved him. Queenie had truly and utterly fallen for him with every piece of her heart, mind, and soul.
With a grunt so satisfied and gorgeous that it sent her over the edge, Boyd filled her quivering pussy with his cum.
Her head lolled back as he eased his fingers on her clit, letting her ride out her orgasm against his palm.
Only once the fire in her veins had been extinguished did Boyd drop to his knees. “Turn around and let me see your pretty cunt.”
She happily obeyed, cum already leaking down her thighs. Fisting his hair roughly, Boyd grabbed her ass and kissed her thighs.
“Legs on my shoulders.” When she hesitated, his head snapped up and his stern gaze met hers. “Do it.”
Queenie supported herself against the glass, throwing her legs over his shoulders. When he shifted and stood up she squealed and tugged at his hair. Boyd thought it was rather amusing, chuckling to himself as he licked over her pussy.
“Relax,” he purred like a proud lion, his tongue dipping into her and twirling in his own release. Her head rolled back, and she gently massaged his scalp. Boyd only peered up through her thighs once he was sure she was clean. “I will never get enough of you.”
Carefully, Boyd readjusted himself, letting her slide down his chest. Her thighs hugging his waist, she nuzzled into his throat. “Please don’t, because I can’t see my future without you.”
Boyd carried her into the bathroom, where he ran a steaming bubble bath for them both.
“Did you mean that?” he asked when they’d settled in the water, his voice quivering. “That you can’t see yourself without me.”
“I did.” Thank God the tub was big enough for her to turn in his arms and kneel between his knees.
“When I see you, my heart fills with joy and it tingles all the way to my toes. I might be tired, frustrated, or exhausted but the moment I walk towards you it all vanishes. In so little time you have swept me off my feet and stolen my heart and I never want it back, because life with you is all I ever want.”
“Queenie—”
She silenced him by cupping his jaw, placing her thumb over his lips.
“I know it’s fast, but you have shown me everything I could ever dream of.
You may not have been love at first sight, but it comes pretty damn close.
My feelings are pretty big and I can’t even wrap my own head around them, so I don’t need you to say anything in return.
Not yet. I just want you to know that if you let me, I’m here and I will walk by your side for as long as you let me. ”
His hand laid over hers and he leaned in, holding her by the side of her neck and resting his forehead against hers. “I love you.”
Tears creeping down her cheeks, she caught his lips in a salty kiss. “I love you too.”