18. Oz
18
OZ
S he loves me. I wasn’t sure she’d ever feel that way or admit it, but I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve asked her to tell me, simply because I need to hear it.
She loves me.
I don’t know how or why, but she loves me, and even if I never understand it, I’ll accept it and treasure it anyway.
Today we’re hosting a barbecue for my teammates, the families who live on the row, the Barnetts, and all of the Barnetts’ extended families, and I wish we weren’t. Yesterday, we told pretty much everyone we saw that we’d gotten married, simply because Etta was worried about people’s reactions when they learned about our history.
Of course, before we left the house, I sent out texts to everyone we planned to see and warned them that I’d kick all of their fucking asses if they said anything derogatory about the fact that mine and Etta’s parents are married. And because even when I threaten them, the people of Rockhead Point are good people, they all acted like our family’s connection was no big deal.
Seeing Etta with all the Barnett women, like she was a part of the group, made everything worthwhile. I still don’t know all the details of the things I did to Etta when we were kids, but I know one of my most heinous crimes was destroying her relationship with her middle school friends.
Knowing how far reaching the impact of a stupid childish prank had been for her made me feel sick to my stomach. I know I can’t make up for all of my crimes against her in one week, but providing her with a group of wonderful, sweet women who are so openly accepting and understanding about how marriage works when your husband is a possessive, jealous caveman was one thing I could easily do.
Once Octy gets to town, she’ll have more friends than she’ll know what to do with, and I’m glad for that. As much as I don’t want to share her time and attention, I know I’m not the easiest man to deal with, and she’ll need friends to remind her she loves me when I do something to drive her crazy.
Sighing, I brush her hair away from her face and run the tip of my finger along her collarbone. Her tiny frame is so delicate and fragile that I want to both protect and sully her at the same time.
Her lips are a perfect pink rosebud, but I can’t wait to see them stretched around my cock, tears filling her doe eyes as she tries to swallow me whole so I can come down her throat.
Groaning, I silently tell my dick to calm the fuck down. It’s only eight a.m., but even with the guys’ help, it’s still going to take a few hours to get everything set up. If I allow myself to touch her, I won’t be satisfied with a quick taste, and not turning up to a party you’re hosting right outside your front door is definitely bad form.
Dragging my fingers away from her, I keep my hands to myself as I lean in and press a kiss to her lips. “Good morning, wife. It’s time to get up.”
Her whine of protest is the sweetest fucking thing. Slowly, she’s starting to get braver around me. I’m not sure she’ll ever be antagonistic, but I’m enjoying the way she sometimes finds a little attitude behind all of her meekness.
“Little One, we have so much stuff to do today.”
Instead of opening her eyes, she rolls to her back, pushes off the covers and spreads her legs, putting herself entirely on display for me. I don’t know if she’s intentionally offering herself to me or if I’ve conditioned her to assume I’ll need her even before she’s fully awake. Either option makes my dick hard and my heart swell. Trying not to look, I fail miserably, my eyes dropping between her thighs to her pink, puffy pussy.
After I took her against the front door last night, I carried her upstairs and worshipped her body over and over until she passed out, sated and exhausted. The tiny bruises on her hips and the inside of her thighs show me I’ve been too rough with her, but despite her size, she’s proved her body was made to take everything I can give it.
Her pussy lips look a little swollen, and her skin is definitely pinker than normal. But she doesn’t look like she’s hurting, at least not in a bad way. The tiny pussy plug I ordered for her and some of the other things I bought for her are all in boxes in the hallway, but I fight the urge to go and fetch them.
“Etta, it’s time to get up,” I say again, peppering kisses over her cheeks and eyes and nose as she slowly blinks herself awake.
“Oz,” she croaks sleepily.
“Good morning, wife,” I say, pressing another kiss to her lips.
“Hey,” she says on a yawn. “I’m so tired.”
“I wish we could stay in bed, but we need to start setting up for the barbecue.”
Her nose wrinkles, and I smile.
“It was your idea. I’ll stay in bed, and you can go set up,” she says, yawning again as she flops to her side, giving me her back.
“I have to go back to work in the morning, I want to spend every moment until then together.”
“Then go back to sleep,” she says, slapping her hand behind her until she finds my arm and pulls it over her waist.
“You’re that tired?” I question.
“So tired,” she says, yawning for the third time.
“Okay, baby, sleep,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her neck as I slip out of bed.
Two hours later, I slow to a stop outside my house, kill my truck’s engine, and slip from the driver’s seat. Buying food for dozens of people was harder than I expected, especially because the only person I actually care about feeding is Etta. Once I got to town and realized I had no fucking clue how to shop for a vegetarian, I called Tori and begged her to come and help. Instead, she sent Nero and a list.
My truck bed is piled high with food and beer, barbecue coals, and everything else I could think of, and as I stare at it, I realize I haven’t bought anywhere near enough ice to keep the beer cool.
“Yo, bro, you need some help?” Danny shouts, stepping out of his open garage and jogging toward me.
“Thanks, I have no idea where I’m even putting all of this,” I say with a chuckle, grimacing a little when I look back at the mountain of food.
“Food in the kitchen, beer and everything else in the garage?” Danny asks with a shrug.
“Yeah, sounds good.” Laughing, I reach in and pull out a huge box of salad and veggies, then carry them over to the front door. Unlocking it, I step inside and find a sleepy-looking Etta nursing a glass of juice. She’s only wearing one of my shirts that’s hanging sexily off her shoulders, her legs bare and begging to be touched.
“You’re here,” she says, her whole face lighting up with delight.
“Aww, Little One, did you miss me?”
“I woke up and you were gone, I wasn’t sure when you were coming back.”
“I tried to get you up a couple of hours ago, but you said you were tired, so I left you to sleep while I went into town and got supplies for the barbecue.”
“Oh, I guess I should have just called.” Her cheeks heat, and I’m drawn to her, dropping the box to the counter as I scoop her into my arms and kiss her.
“Should I come back later?” Danny asks, his tone amused.
“Yes,” I growl, kissing a path down her jaw to her neck.
“You got a truck full of food that says you might need to take a raincheck on the PDA,” Danny says, chuckling evilly.
Groaning, I reluctantly tear myself away from Etta. “Go get dressed while we unload the truck, then we’ll get started setting everything up once I’ve made you something to eat.”
Etta’s eyes are liquid lust, and I have to swallow down the animalistic growl that’s bubbling in my throat.
“Little One, unless you want to get fucked in front of Danny, stop looking at me like that,” I warn.
Instead of being chastened, her chest hitches, and she trembles. Holy fucking shit. My lips part, but before I can say a word, she turns and rushes from the room.
“Did that just…” Danny asks slowly.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl, stalking out of the room and back to my truck.
“I like her for you,” Danny says, following me out and reaching into the truck bed beside me.
“She’s mine,” I hiss, like a feral fucking animal.
“I’m aware. She’s not my type, even if she wasn’t taken. But just saying, if you wanted to make that particular fantasy come true, I’d never tell a fucking soul.”
The idea of letting someone else see her naked makes me want to lose my mind. “No.”
“Okay,” Danny says, nodding before he grabs two huge boxes and heads back into the house.
Etta’s fully dressed by the time we have everything unloaded. She’s wearing tight sexy jeans and a sweater that’s perfectly modest at the front but only held together by a bow at the back. She’s braless, and her tattoo is on full display, making me want to bend her over the kitchen counter and lick every spot of color with my tongue.
Unable to resist, I sidle up behind her, pushing her hair over one shoulder so I can run a fingertip all the way down her exposed spine. “Did you put this on, hoping all this skin would drive me wild? If you push me and I end up fucking you in front of our friend, I’m going to be forced to kill him,” I rasp into her ear, low enough that only we can hear.
She trembles again, and I roll my hips, grinding my rock-hard dick into her ass. “Behave,” I whisper.
“Jesus, it smells like fucking sex in here and you two are still fully dressed. Do I need to split you up?” Danny asks, his tone trying to be stern but too full of amusement to actually sound annoyed.
Inhaling sharply, I grind my dick into her one last time, then step away, striding determinedly into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I pull out strawberry jelly and a cantaloupe melon, then grab the fresh croissants I picked up from Tori’s. Slicing one, I slather it in jelly, place it on a plate, and push it toward Etta. Slicing up the melon, I load the chunks into a bowl then push the fruit toward her as well.
“Aren’t you eating?” she asks me.
“I had something earlier.”
“Oh.”
Something about her tone and downcast eyes makes me feel like an asshole, and I don’t know why. Leaning over the counter, I grab her hand and steer the croissant in her fingers toward my mouth instead of hers. Taking a bite, I grin as I chew. “Delicious.”
Her lips tug up into a smile as she pulls her hand back and takes her own bite directly over the spot I just ate.
Once she’s finished the pastry, she picks up a piece of melon with her fingers, lifting it to her lips and eating it. Lifting a second piece, she offers it to me and I take it from her, tasting the pads of her fingers as I suck the juicy fruit into my mouth. We eat in sweet, sticky silence as she feeds both me and herself, licking her fingers between each bite, until my dick is so hard I’m worried I’m going to come in my pants.
“Go away, Danny,” I growl.
“For fuck’s sake,” he says on a dry laugh as he leaves, closing the door behind him.
Stalking around the counter, I step into Etta’s space, forcing her to tip her head back to look up at me.
“Are you trying to tease me, Little One?”
“No,” she whispers
“Hmm, I think that’s a lie. I think my good girl woke up all alone and needy. I think your greedy little cunt is empty of my cum, and you’re feeling a little bratty, so you put on this shirt, knowing it’d drive me crazy to see all this skin. Then you rubbed your ass against my dick and licked your fingers like you were wishing it was my cock.”
Instead of speaking, she tilts her head to the side and licks her lips. A shocked laugh bursts from me. “Oh, is that how we’re playing today?”
Her wide, doll-like eyes look up at me with a naughty, innocent look that is so fucking sexy. If she’s not deliberately playing with me, then I’ll end up in jail for killing someone if she looks at anyone else the way she’s looking at me right now.
“On your knees,” I growl.
Her gaze dips down to the floor, then back up to me again. When I follow her path with my own eyes, I smirk. “On your knees at my feet, Little One. I want to watch you try to swallow my cock.”
Taking a step backward, I allow her the room to awkwardly sink to her knees right here on the floor. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve had plenty of women on their knees for me—any guy who says he doesn’t enjoy getting head is lying—but watching Etta slowly position herself at my feet, then tip her head back and look up at me so trustingly makes me feel like this is the first time I’ve ever experienced this. And maybe it is. Everything with Etta feels different, because it is different. She’s not just anyone, she’s my wife, and I want to imprint myself on her so deeply it’ll be impossible to erase me.
Once she’s settled in position, I reach out and cup her cheek, gently tilting her head back so I can look at her properly. “Take my cock out,” I order.
Her hands are shaking a little as she lifts her arms and fumbles with the button and zipper on my jeans. Eventually she manages to unfasten them, pulling my pants and boxers down over my butt just enough for my dick to pop free.
I’m rock-hard, the head pink and wet with precum. Tipping her head back again, she looks up at me instead of at my dick, and I chuckle. “Eyes on me, I want to watch you try to swallow me.”
Instead of grabbing my dick, like most women do when they’re in this position, she lifts her butt off the floor, putting her face a little closer to my junk, then opens her mouth and sucks the head of my cock between her lips.
“Good girl,” I praise. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to come right then and there. Her mouth is hot and wet and her tongue laves over the sensitive head of my dick, and the entire time she looks up at me with wide, innocent slutty eyes.
It’s the perfect trifecta intended to bring men to their knees, but I don’t think she even knows how fucking perfect she is right now.
“So…fucking…good,” I grind out as she bobs her head up and down.
Toying with the head of my cock, she inches slightly deeper, but she doesn’t try to take me so deep that she risks the chance of gagging on my dick. Another time, I’ll encourage her to take more of me, but right now I’m too close to the edge to care how good her gag reflex is.
A woman choking on your cock is great, as are the sounds they make when you slip into their throat, but my woman sucking on my cock like it’s her favorite treat is a million times better than any blow job I’ve gotten before.
“I’m close,” I growl in warning. “You can either swallow me down or take down your pants, and I’ll fill up my cunt. Pick now.”
Her movement pauses for a second, and I watch as indecision plays through her open expression. Just as I open my mouth to speak again, she starts to move, sucking hard like she’s ready to taste me.
“Fuck, Etta. You’re so damn perfect. Open your mouth, I’m going to come on your tongue, and you’re not going to swallow until I tell you.”
She obeys so fucking easily, sitting up straight and opening her mouth like doing what she’s told is everything she needs. Grabbing my dick, I jerk in fast, erratic pulls until hot streams of cum burst from the tip, coating her pink tongue until it’s white and drowning in my release.
Hooking my thumb under her chin, I slowly tilt her head back, just enough that I have the perfect fucking view of my innocent wife with a mouth full of my cum.
“Look at me and swallow, Etta,” I order.
Blinking slowly, she lifts her gaze to me, then closes her mouth and drinks me down.
“Good fucking girl.”