Chapter 23
He’s Coming Home
LaSalle
“What’s that smile about?”
“Sammy is on his way back in the morning. You and Elijah can stop giving me the stink eye and asking when he will return,” I say as I sit down on the couch.
Tasha is surrounded by the kids, so I have to take the spot next to Sunny who’s tucked into her side. I lean in and kiss her temple. Jessica and Megan look up from their spots on the floor on either side of Tasha’s legs.
They are all watching movies together. While Sammy is homeschooled, the other older kids attend a private academy. Jess and Meg had a half day, so Tasha has been with the kids all day doing activities and keeping them busy.
“Sammy’s coming home?” Jess asks. “I miss him.”
“From Wyatt’s text, he will be boarding a flight in the morning. I think we all missed him.”
“I hope we can have a sleepover,” Elijah says with a grin on his little face.
“We should give him some time to settle in. We don’t want to overwhelm him on his first day back,” Tasha says.
“Are we going on our vacation now?” Megan asks.
“I guess we can start to plan.”
“Yay,” the kids cheer.
“I want to go to the place with the big mouse,” Paulie says.
“Yeah, Disney would be fun,” Megan says.
I smile and look at Tasha. She shrugs. I don’t think that’s what she had in mind, but we’ll make it happen for them.
“I think we should vote,” Jessica says.
“In that case, we’ll wait for Sammy to come home,” I say.
“That’s fair,” Tasha says. “You guys start getting ready for bed. Bathtime. Karen, I need to wash your hair.”
“I’ll take Paulie and Sunny for their baths.”
“Thanks. You know this might take a while.”
I lean in and peck her lips. I’m always here to make her load lighter. Giving the boys their baths is the least I can do.
***
I stand in our bedroom, lighting candles to create a romantic ambience. It’s been a long day, and I want to give my wife a chance to relax.
“What are you up to?” Tasha asks as she enters the room.
I look up from the candles I’m lighting with a glass of wine in my other hand. A smile comes to my lips as I look her over. Even in sweats and a tank top with her hair up in a ponytail, she’s the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
“Snooze” by SZA featuring Justin Bieber is playing in the background. Tasha was listening to this track the other day and some of the lyrics stuck with me.
I know for a fact I can’t lose with her by my side. My gut is telling me another challenge is coming. I’ve played Sammy’s words over in my head, knowing how important it is to listen to what’s said as much as how it’s said.
Sammy said that was their final major challenge against me. Not that I won’t be challenged again. After analyzing his words and thinking about what I now know about Misha, I can’t help feeling like someone out there wants to see LaSalle Locatelli in full force one more time.
Scorching the earth once wasn’t enough for them. I will blaze again, and this woman will be by my side. If there are bodies to bury, Tasha will have the shovels and maps of where to spread the bodies out before she burns the maps and all other evidence.
How can I place such a heavy crown on her head and not pamper her and check in as much as I can? She deserves every moment I plan to focus on her tonight.
“I feel like you need a reminder of how much you’re loved. Come here,” I reply.
She saunters over to me and takes the glass of wine I hold out to her. I pick up the other one and lift it for a toast. Her eyes sparkle as she looks back at me.
“What should we toast to?”
“To days and nights filled with love and passion. May you never rest your head without knowing just how much I love you.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
We clink our glasses together, then take a sip. Her face brightens as she swallows. I special-ordered this one.
We had it on a trip to Italy and she loved it.
I was thinking of her one day and called to have a case shipped in.
Once she finishes her glass, I take it and place it down with mine.
Moving to lace my fingers with hers, I then grab the bottle of oil I set out and walk her over to the sitting area of our bedroom.
After placing the oil on the coffee table, I take a seat on the sofa, stretching one of my long legs out. I then pull her down between my legs. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I then tug her back against my chest.
A heavy breath leaves me as her nearness brings peace to my soul. Whatever comes our way, we can do it together. We always do.
I have to laugh at the days when I thought I could have separate worlds. In this moment, I fully understand none of it would have been possible without her. Like pieces to a jigsaw puzzle, we fit together.
She’s the perfect joint to my half. She has smoothed my edges until we began to click together effortlessly to make the perfect pair. The flame within me burns eternal for hers and hers for mine. She is where my world begins and where I intend for it to end.
Pumping some of the oil into my palm, I then begin to massage her neck and shoulders. As I massage her skin, I grow hard with anticipation. The more I touch her, the deeper it feels like our connection grows.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I murmur.
“This feels so amazing, I needed this.”
I chuckle. “I said something I don’t know.”
She laughs and we fall into a light banter while talking about life and the kids. Calm washes over the room and peace begins to surround us. I think I needed this as much as she did.
To be honest, we could fall completely silent, and I would be content. As long as I’m with her, my life is in order. I kiss the back of her head as I think of our life and all we’ve been through together.
Our losses have made us stronger as a team. Sometimes I feel like she lives in my head. Before I can speak my thoughts, she has accomplished my desires.
Yup, I can’t lose with this woman in my arms. Even when we take a hit, we bounce back stronger. How can my love for her not deepen?
“I love you,” I murmur next to her ear.
“I love you too.”
This time without Sammy has shown me how much I cherish my family and everyone special to me in this life. Everything around us could change in the blink of an eye. It has already happened on a number of occasions.
“LaSalle,” Tasha moans as I suck the skin on her neck into my mouth while slipping my hand under her top to palm her breast.
Reaching for the oil, I pump some more onto the fingers of my free hand, then slip it into her sweats and shove my fingers into her panties. She’s already wet for me.
I suck harder on her neck as I prime her pussy for a night of lovemaking. A grin comes to my lips as her cute little toes curl while she kicks her legs and nearly crawls up my chest trying to get away.
“Relax, baby. I’ve got you. Just enjoy,” I breathe into her ear.
“Oh God, LaSalle,” she pants.
Releasing her breast, then raising my hand to place under her chin, I lift her head until I have full access to her lush lips. I crush my lips to hers and savor the moan she releases into my mouth.
As I feel her tighten with her climax, I grasp her throat and move my fingers in a come-hither motion as she rides my hand and whimpers. I chuckle in her ear as she lifts her lower body and squeezes her thighs together.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy when you come for me. That good, huh? Tell me how much you want this?”
“Oh my God, LaSalle. You make me crazy. I need you so bad. I want you to fuck me hard, babe. Give me that deep, nasty shit. Show me who’s don. Show me why I’m still yours.”
I snort. “In what world wouldn’t you be mine? Get up and strip your clothes off.”
She goes to stand, but her legs buckle. I rush to catch her by the waist and hold her up. We both laugh as she clings to my shoulders.
“I haven’t even started and you’re weak in the knees, baby?”
“Only you can do this to me. Here, let me show you.”
She straightens and pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it down to the floor. She then pushes her sweats down her legs and steps out of them. Next, she shimmies out of her panties, holding them up on one finger as I hold my hand out for them.
Taking the small scrap of fabric, I lift it to my nose and inhale deeply. My eyes roll back as her intoxicating scent fills my nostrils. She always smells so fucking good.
My mouth waters as I think of tasting her. Fixing my gaze on her once again, I groan. Her nipples are hard and taunting me.
I lift a brow as she backs up and perches on the edge of the coffee table. Reaching for the oil, she pumps some into her palm then rubs her hands together. With her eyes fixed on me, she spreads her legs open and slides a hand down the front of her body.
I follow the movement, watching as her skin glistens with the trail her hand makes. She palms her mound and tugs her hand up to spread her lips open for my view.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur.
“You like what you see?”
“Every time I see it. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Licking the tips of her fingers on her free hand, she then reaches to play with her fat pussy while holding it open for my view. Ready to pounce, I tug off my T-shirt and stand to shove my sweats down.
I spring free, my cock pointing straight at her. I reach for the oil and pump some into my hand before I go to stroke myself while she’s playing with her pussy for me. Tasha bites her lip as lust fills her eyes.
She throws her head back as she continues to play with herself. I close the distance between us and palm the back of her head. She looks up at me and smiles.
“Open for me,” I groan.
She does just as I ask, and I feed her my length. The moan that slips from her throat is so sexy as it vibrates through me. A loud growl rumbles from my chest as the sound of her wet pussy fills the air.
I love that sound. She’s so wet and I can’t wait to feel her wrapped around me. As I pump my hips and fuck her face, I throw my head back.
This shit never gets old. She begins to claw her fingers up my thigh, pulling my focus back to her. Dropping my head, I look down at her and our gazes lock. She lifts her soaked fingers up toward me as she keeps sucking and uses her other hand to stroke me while she hums around my length.
“Good girl, baby. Just like that,” I croon.
I run the backs of my fingers against one of her cheeks as she hollows them out while bobbing. The sight is almost as enticing as the sound. As I’m hit with a mix of awe and pleasure, I knit my brows and bend to take her wet fingers into my mouth.
Drool is dripping down the side of her mouth and she’s working me like a pro. She deep-throats me and shakes her head from side to side as she chokes, her eyes watering. I take a step back, allowing her to take a gasp of air.
“I want to taste you,” I bite out.
“I’m not finished,” she says, pouting.
Grasping the back of her head, I spin her on the smooth surface of the table and lay her down on her back with her head hanging off the edge.
Dropping to my knees, I then guide my way back into her mouth. She takes me happily and goes right back to sucking. Reaching for her legs, I spread them open and lift her lower body toward my face.
“Damn,” I groan into her core as she takes me deep as I get my first taste.
Not wanting to be outdone, I dive in and feast on her as I finger her soaked pussy. She cries out around me but keeps sucking and slurping.
Not able to get enough, I lift her closer. Squeezing her ass in my palms as I keep eating, I hum and groan as I’m in pure ecstasy.
“Oh my God, I’m coming,” she gasps.
“Not yet,” I say tightly.
Standing, I then grasp her thighs and flip her toward me. I grasp her waist to steady her as I make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. When she reaches out and grabs the other side of the table, I know she’s fine and I thrust right in.
Tasha
“Ah, ah, oh shit,” I keen.
I look over my shoulder as I bite my lip. I wasn’t expecting the romantic massage, and I sure wasn’t expecting him to dick me down like this. It feels so good.
“Come on, baby. Ride that dick for me,” he breathes as he cups my breasts while pumping into me.
The look on his face as he thrusts and grinds into me has my orgasm blooming in the base of my tummy. My toes curl and my scalp tingles. The sound of his groans sends shivers through me.
“Yes,” I cry out.
I lift on my toes as if that will help me to get away. While I want all the pleasure he’s giving me, I’m just on the right side of it being too much. Lifting my leg, I link my feet behind his calves as if that will help me to stay in my body.
“Fuck, how can I want you so much when I’m already inside you?”
He squeezes my breasts while biting down on my ear. “You’re so wet,” he pants.
“Yes, yes, fuck me just like that.”
Wanting his pleasure to be as great as mine, I begin to throw it back and circle my hips. He moves his hands to my waist, tightening his hold as he growls. Reaching for my breasts, he holds on to them as he begins to fuck me harder.
“So fucking good,” he hisses.
As I look back up at him over my shoulder, I take every detail in. How his brows are knit, his gray eyes have become darker as his pupils blow out. Sweat is starting to drip down his face as his tongue peeks from the side of his mouth.
He’s a work of art as he plows into me. As if reading my mind, he slaps my ass, one cheek and then the other. Not only does he look sexy as fuck doing it, but he triggers my orgasm.
I reach back to hold him off as my legs shake, but in true LaSalle fashion, he knocks my hand away and fucks right through my climax. My eyes roll back, and I can’t help crying out.
“That’s my girl. Come all over me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
With that, he grabs ahold of my face and kisses me hard. I whimper into his kiss as he lifts to his feet then backs toward the sofa and sits, bringing me down into his lap as he goes.
“Mommy,” Paulie whimpers from outside our bedroom door.
I look up into LaSalle’s eyes and bite my lip to stifle my laughter. This is why I wasn’t expecting to get any romantic time with my husband. I knew deep down inside that one of them would show up.
“I’ve got him,” LaSalle chuckles and pecks my lips.
I lie back on the sofa as he gets up and pulls on his sweats before padding to the door and slipping out to take care of our baby’s needs.
I sigh and close my eyes. Now that’s how you end the night. I wonder if he’s done?