27
CASH
AS I ANXIOUSLY WAIT FOR Everly to get home, I pace the length of the foyer, stopping at one end before turning around and striding to the other.
I tasked August with letting me know when she left the office, and he texted me fifteen minutes ago, so she should be here any minute.
Something has changed since her conversation with her mom at the beginning of the week. She’s been more withdrawn, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Her parents are toxic, and if it were up to me, I’d cut them both out of her life completely. While I think she’ll appreciate my efforts to remove Richard from the equation, she’ll never stop taking care of her mom. Everly views her mom like she would a child who makes irresponsible decisions and needs supervision. Regardless, I’ll stand by her side and support her, no matter what she decides.
A persistent thought nags me, wondering if my statement about not wanting this marriage to end is part of what has led her to withdraw. I don’t regret what I said. The acquisition will be completed soon, and I had to let her know my intentions—for better or worse.
For now, all I can do is give her time to consider what she wants and demonstrate her importance in my life.
As soon as the door to the stairwell opens and Everly steps out, I stride over and pull her into a hug.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, her gaze darting to the two suitcases resting against the wall.
“I have another surprise for you,” I tell her as I hold her close. “August told me you have Monday off, so I planned a last-minute trip for us over the long weekend.”
“Oh.” She glances between me and the stairs like she’s unsure what to do. “I figured I would work from home and catch up on a few projects.”
“You can work on the plane. Besides, Marcus texted me earlier today to say all the furniture he ordered has arrived at his warehouse. He and his team can get everything set up while we’re out of town. It’ll be much easier if we’re not at the house.”
Everly steps closer, tugging my collar, and leans in for a kiss. “Does this surprise come with another closet full of shoes?” she murmurs against my mouth.
I wind my hand around her waist, nipping at her lips. “I’m afraid not, but it does come with a gift at the end,” I say, hoping a little bribery will entice her to agree.
She taps her finger on her chin. “What is it?”
“You’ll have to come with me to find out,” I say with a sly smirk.
She frowns when I take a step back and pick up our suitcases. “You want to leave now?”
“Yeah, I’ve already packed for us, and the plane is waiting.”
She raises a brow. “How do I know my suitcase isn’t packed full of lingerie?”
“It would be fitting if I were planning to lock you inside a hotel room and have my way with you all weekend. Unfortunately, that’s not the kind of trip we’re taking this time.”
I recruited my mom and Presley to help me pack her suitcase. They walked me through what to bring in our group chat. Living with Everly has given me a good idea of her skincare and makeup routine, as well as her style preferences, but I didn’t want to chance forgetting anything.
I call the elevator and put the two suitcases inside once the doors slide open, sending them down before heading toward the stairs.
“You coming, Ev?”
“I can’t let your planning go to waste, now can I?” she teases, following me into the stairwell.
Here’s to hoping this trip goes off without a hitch and that when we get back, Everly will be irrevocably and unequivocally mine.
“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” Everly asks, turning her head in my direction when we pull up to the tarmac.
I give her a cheeky grin. “It’s a surprise, remember?”
“Is it somewhere tropical? Are we leaving Europe? Is there a beach?” She ticks each destination option with her fingers.
My face falls as I rub the back of my neck. “Maybe I set your expectations too high.”
“I’m just wondering if I’ll have access to the internet in case I’m not able to get all my work done on the plane.”
“Yes, you will.”
She studies me closely as if trying to read my mind. “Are we going to Aspen Grove?”
I lower my gaze. “Yeah,” I admit. “We were only there for a day last time, and you said you missed it. I figured it would be a nice change of pace for a few days. Plus, your mom won’t be in town, so I didn’t think—” I lose my train of thought when Everly places her hand on my cheek.
“Cash, I’m glad we’re going there.” She offers me a reassuring smile.
“You are?”
She nods. “Yes, and I’m looking forward to spending time with your family.”
“How do you know we’re going to see them?”
Everly cocks an eyebrow. “There’s no chance your mom would let us visit Aspen Grove and stay somewhere else.”
She’s right. When I told my mom this morning about our impending visit, she was overjoyed, insisting that we stay with her and dad. If everything goes according to my plan, this will be our last opportunity to do so, and my mom knows it.
“Are you sure? That means we’ll be sharing a bed, wifey,” I taunt her.
“I’m looking forward to it, hubby.” She leans in to give me a kiss on the lips. “Does Harrison care that you’re using the Stafford Holdings jet for personal use? Last time, you were technically on business, aside from the detour in Aspen Grove.”
I scrunch my nose in confusion. “It’s not the company jet. It’s ours.”
“How did I not know you owned an entire plane?” She laughs.
“We own a plane,” I state.
“I’m sorry?”
“We’re married, so it’s our plane, and you’re welcome to use it anytime you want.”
I meant what I said. What’s mine is hers. There’s nothing more important to me than Everly, and no matter what she decides, that will remain true.
Her mouth hangs open in disbelief as I open the car door to help her out and tip the driver. I hold her hand as we climb the stairs to the plane. The last time we flew together, she refused my help, and claiming her as mine, beyond a legally binding document, was a pipe dream.
The flight attendant stands inside the plane’s entrance, ready to greet us. This time she doesn’t offer us champagne. Everly and I have both avoided alcohol since our night in Vegas.
“Welcome back.” She smiles at Everly. “It’s good to see you, Cash.” She gives a nod.
“Thank you,” Everly says as she passes her, walking into the cabin.
She moves to the farthest row from the aircraft door, checking over her shoulder to make sure I’m following. I stop short, taking the seat in front of her, noticing her frown with disappointment.
She leans over my seat. “Why are you sitting up there?”
I tilt my head back to look at her. “Last time, you wanted me to sit somewhere else, so I figured I’d spare you the trouble.” I bite my cheek to keep from grinning when she sighs and comes around to sit next to me.
“Well, this time, I want to sit next to my husband, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” I lean in close so only she can hear. “Want to see the bedroom once we’re in the air?”
“There’s a bedroom?” she asks with a raised brow, turning to look behind us. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice when we were here before.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t been so busy working, you would have.” I wink.
Just then, the flight attendant stops by to hand us bottles of sparkling water.
“Thanks,” I say. “Once the plane takes off, we’d like complete privacy. I’ll let you know if we need anything later on.”
“Yes, of course.” She hurries to the front of the plane.
I take a casual sip while pulling a random book from my bag. Everly said she doesn’t get to read much, so I packed several romance books for her that Carol let me borrow. They’re all small-town romances with rugged lumberjacks, apparently.
I fully support Everly reading them as long as she doesn’t decide she needs a small-town lumberjack in her life. Considering we live in the heart of London, I think we’re safe from that scenario. Then again, I wonder if I have any flannel shirts at the back of my closet. I wouldn’t mind doing a little role-play if that’s something she’s into.
Everly glances at the book in my hands. “What’s that?”
“I brought along some novels I thought you might like.”
She narrows her eyes at me skeptically. “Lumberjack romances?”
“I have it on good authority they’re the best kind. If Carol likes them, they must be harmless.”
Everly laughs. “You might want to read one first before assuming anything.”
Now I’m curious as to what could possibly be in this book that has her so amused.
I open up to a random page and begin reading out loud.
“ When I’ve caught my breath, I flip Cassie back to her hands and knees, taking hold of my shaft, and guiding it back inside her slick cunt. She tilts her head back to look at me, a low moan passing her lips at the first hard thrust. ”
A quick glance at Everly, out of the corner of my eye, shows me she’s gripping the armrest, her mouth slightly parted and her attention unwavering. So, I keep going.
“ My grip tightens on Cassie’s hips, and I pound into her mercilessly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air. She clenches tightly around me, crying out when I reach my hand around her front to pinch her clit, sending her careening off the edge of sanity. A guttural groan passes my lips as I come alongside her. ”
Everly’s eyes fall shut, and her hold on the armrest is so tight her knuckles have turned white. She nibbles her bottom lip like she’s trying to suppress a moan.
“ I ease Cassie down until she’s lying flat on her belly, and I lie on top of her with my softening cock still inside her. This is the third night in a row we’ve gone bareback, and the idea of her belly swollen with my kid has my dick growing firm again. ‘You’re such a good girl, Cass. My good girl,’ I praise, stroking her hair as I gear up for round three. ”
By the time I’ve read seven straight chapters of smut, my cock is hard, straining against my pants. Everly’s eyes are now wide open, her gaze locked on me. Her legs are squeezed together, and she’s practically vibrating in her seat.
We’re going to have to read lumberjack erotica more often if it gets my wife this hot and bothered.
As soon as the pilot announces that it’s safe to move around the cabin after reaching cruising altitude, I throw down the book, unbuckle Everly’s seat belt, and usher her to the bedroom.
I gesture for her to step inside. “Ladies first.”
She blushes. “Thank you.”
Despite my past reputation, I’ve never brought another woman here. Joining the mile-high club never appealed to me, until now.
The room is a smaller version of a swanky hotel room decorated in shades of gray and white. The bed is positioned against the wall, concealing a bathroom on the other side. Everly spins around in a slow circle, taking it all in.
She saunters over to the bed, perching on the edge, and crooks a finger in my direction.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asks.
“I’m rather enjoying the view from here,” I say, leaning against the door with my arms folded across my chest.
“Suit yourself.”
My mouth goes dry when she reaches up with steady hands to unbutton her blouse. The suspense is unbearable as I track her delicate fingers unfastening each button with precision. A grunt of approval passes my lips when she tosses her shirt to the ground, revealing a lacy red bra.
She unclasps it, and her ample breasts spill out. I clench my fists, forcing myself to remain in place. Everly gives me a sultry smile as she tugs off her skirt and underwear, throwing them to the floor in a haphazard pile.
My gaze is glued to her as she approaches me, her hips swaying with each step. My throat tightens as she drops to her knees in front of me.
“Ev, what are you doing?” My voice is strained.
“Something I don’t get to do nearly enough,” she murmurs.
I stand still as she unfastens the button of my jeans, pulling down my zipper and tugging on my pants. She licks her lips while gazing at my cock straining behind my boxers before she slowly drags them down my legs.
She lifts her hooded eyes to meet my lust-filled gaze as she curls her fingers around my dick. I take a sharp inhale as she moves her hand up and down my shaft in unhurried, steady strokes. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and she leans forward to lap it up with her tongue.
I groan. “Damn, Ev, you’re fucking perfect.”
I wind my fingers through her hair, urging her to take me in her mouth. She doesn’t hesitate, sucking the crown like it’s her favorite flavor of popsicle. Her mouth is heaven, and I tighten my grip, coaxing her to take me deeper. She hollows her cheeks until my head is at the back of her throat, and I let her set the pace while she adjusts, not wanting to hurt her.
I’m stunned when she abruptly stops, taking my dick out of her mouth.
“Do you like it when I suck your dick, husband?” She traces my shaft with her fingertip as it bobs inches from her mouth. “Be a good boy and beg me to finish you off,” she orders, batting her eyelashes.
I shoot her a playful scowl. “You little minx.”
She clicks her tongue in disappointment. “That’s not how you beg, Stafford.” She licks the crown of my cock in teasing strokes, her taunting gaze never leaving mine.
I am entirely at this woman’s mercy—she owns me mind, body, and soul, leaving me utterly powerless. Every part of me belongs to her, and I’d surrender everything I have to guarantee she’s mine forever.
“As pretty as you are on your knees for me, let me come so I can devour you.” I tilt her head back to look at me.
“That wasn’t very convincing. If you want to come, you have to do better than that,” she says, clenching her thighs together. Clearly, this little game we’re playing is making her even more aroused than she already is.
“I’m at your mercy, wife.” I pull in a ragged breath when she presses a kiss to the tip of my cock. “Fuck, let me come, please let me come, Ev,” I beg.
“Such a good hubby, begging so nicely,” she croons. “You deserve a reward.”
Everly wraps her hand around my cock, taking me back in her mouth. She cups my balls, squeezing gently as she sucks me off. I lose all sense of control, tugging her head forward. I fuck her mouth with abandon, and let out a low growl of approval. God, she holds all the power at this moment, owning me, and I fucking love it.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I warn as I stroke the column of her neck.
My cock jerks under her hand as my cum fills her mouth. I can’t look away as she laps up every drop, licking me clean. When she’s finished, my cock springs free from her mouth with a loud pop .
Her red lipstick is smeared across her mouth, and I thumb it off, sucking my finger into my mouth.
“Damn, Ev, that was hot as hell,” I say with adoration, taking her hand to help her get up off the floor. “Now it’s my turn to call the shots.”
“Is that so?” She raises a brow.
“Only if you want to come.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Now be a good girl and lie on the bed for me.”
She grins as she walks back to the bed and crawls in the middle, lying down like I instructed. My palms sweat, eagerly anticipating what I have planned. Everly peeks at me through her eyelashes, a seductive smile on her lips. She parts her legs, revealing that she’s already dripping wet.
“Hold on to the headboard for me.”
She puts her hands in place as I stride across the room, stripping out of my clothes as I go. I’m naked once I reach the bed.
“Can I blindfold you, Ev?” She gives me a weary glance as she tugs her lower lip into her mouth. “I’ve never played with anyone else like this before. Only you.”
“I trust you,” she says.
God, every time she utters those three words, it’s a soothing balm to my heart, renewing our bond.
“Is that a yes?”
She nods. “Yes, please blindfold me.”
“Hearing you say that means everything. Now close your eyes, beautiful,” I whisper.
She does as I ask, and I open the bedside drawer, pulling out a couple of items, including a black silk blindfold still in its packaging. Once I’ve taken it out of the box, I set everything on the bed and hover over Everly.
“I’m going to put the blindfold on now,” I explain.
She nods. “Okay.”
I place the silk against her eyes and tie it behind her head.
“Keep your hand on the headboard,” I remind her when her grip slips.
I move back to take in the vision of Everly splayed out before me. My gorgeous wife, laid out for the taking. During our time together, she has completely exposed me, stripping me of all my defenses, and it’s only fair that I do the same to her.
The only sound in the room is Everly’s labored breathing. As the seconds tick by, the tension in the air intensifies, and I commit every inch of her body to memory like a work of art.
I lean down to wrap my mouth around her nipple, gliding my tongue across the areola.
“I’ll never get enough of these breasts,” I say as I flick her nipple with my tongue.
“God, I love your mouth on me,” she pants.
Her encouragement strokes my ego as I ravish her tits. I trail my hand down her chest until I get to her stomach, drawing patterns with the pad of my finger. Her breath hitches when I reach the apex of her thighs.
I lean over to grab the blue vibrator I took from the nightstand. It’s one from Everly’s private collection that I had brought on board ahead of time. Admittedly, I planned all of this in advance, and I’m not the least bit sorry.
When I turn the device on, a soft hum buzzes through the air.
“Hear that, Ev?” My voice remains steady, but my eyes burn with desire as I watch her lips part in recognition.
“It’s a vibrator,” she says.
“That’s right. I thought it was about time we played together.” I kiss her lips as I slowly push the device inside her, and she groans at the intrusion.
My gaze doesn’t leave her pussy as I turn it up a notch, mesmerized as she writhes beneath me.
“Oh, fuck.” Everly bucks her hips as she tightens her grip on the headboard when I increase the speed again. “It’s too much,” she whines, wriggling beneath me.
“You can take it. I know you can,” I urge her.
I bite down on her breasts while plunging the vibrator inside her in rapid succession. She’s quivering beneath me, hanging on by sheer determination, sweat dripping from her brow, when I turn the device to the max setting.
“Oh my god,” she screams. “Stafford… I’m going to…”
“Be a good girl, and come for me, Ev.”
I give her clit a pinch as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. My punishing onslaught with the vibrator doesn’t stop until I’ve wrung every drop of desire from her body.
When she lets out a long sigh of contentment, I toss the device on the nightstand and remove Everly’s blindfold. She blinks up at me.
“Are you alright?”
“We can play like that anytime you’d like,” she says, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Oh, we’re not done yet. I haven’t fucked that perfect pussy yet.”
I line myself up at her entrance and guide myself inside. My gaze remains locked on her, pausing once I’m fully seated.
“You’re mine, Ev,” I say as I caress her cheek.
“And you’re mine,” she says in a breathless whisper as she places her hands on my shoulders.
Her declaration of ownership means everything to me, spurring me on to shower her with ecstasy. I move in a steady rhythm, and she meets me thrust for thrust.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp. “Always so fucking wet for me.”
She responds with a loud moan as I pick up my pace, moving in time with our matching heartbeats.
I abruptly pull out, causing her to whine in displeasure. “Flip over and get on your hands and knees.”
Everly’s eyes grow large before she scrambles to get in position. This part wasn’t planned, but the first scene we read from the lumberjack romance was rather inspiring.
I grab two pillows and position them underneath her stomach to prop her up so her ass is in the air. Within seconds, I’m sliding back inside her cunt, taking her from behind.
From this angle, I’m able to go deeper, and she groans with every thrust. I move my hands to her front, one cupping her breast and the other rubbing her clit at the same feverish pace as I’m fucking her.
I drop my head against her shoulder, putting all my energy into driving home. She shudders beneath me, and I shout her name as we finish together.
“Such a good wife,” I whisper, stroking her spine.
I shove the pillows out of the way and flip her so she’s on her back. She looks up at me with her beautiful brown eyes, and I pull her into my embrace, neither of us ready to move.
“Are you okay?” I pepper kisses along her forehead. “Was that too much?”
“Let’s do that every day,” she says with a sated smile.
I kiss her, savoring the sweet taste. “Anything you wish, Ev.”
I mean it. I’ll do anything for her. All she has to do is ask.