CHAPTER THIRTEEN #2
After playing with Halo and tiring her out, she is beyond ready for a nap so I stay, rocking her to sleep.
We had so much fun running and playing outside in the backyard.
She is so fun and full of life. I can’t believe that, even for a second, I doubted being a father.
Everyone sat on the back porch and watched me and her as we played.
She is everything I’ve dreamed of and more.
I just hope Saylor will give me a chance to make this right.
Our daughter deserves the best, and that includes both parents under the same roof.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I quickly reach to silence it before it wakes her. Placing her gently in her crib, I briskly walk out and into the hallway, to see who interrupted my time with my little angel.
“Hello,” I snap answering the call, not seeing who it was.
“Mr. Thorne, I think it might be a good idea to come back into town,” Dean states. He and the others stayed behind at the hotel. I didn’t want more people than necessary around when I spent time with Halo.
“Why? What’s wrong? If it’s not life threatening, I’m not coming.”
“Sir, after Mrs. Thorne left the hotel, I followed her at a safe distance, wanting to make sure she made it home securely.”
“Okay, has something happened? Is she secure?”
“Sir, right now she is across the street from your hotel, and has probably drank her weight in alcohol, along with the other Mrs. Thorne.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Are they okay?” I ask.
“Yes sir, they’ve been sitting at the same table the entire time, pounding back drink after drink. I’m pretty sure the bartender has cut them off and has been putting shots of water in front of them for the last five minutes, with the ladies thinking it’s still alcohol.”
“Stay put and make sure they don’t leave from the table,” I order. “I’m on my way.”
I hang up and look back at the closed door that leads to my little angel. Placing a hand on the door, I make a vow to her even though she’s too young to understand.
“I promise to fix this little one. I’ll make things right between your mommy and me.”
Striding down the hall, I spot Grandpa, Linc and Mitch shooting the shit.
“We need to go. Apparently your lovely wife and Saylor have been drinking at a bar across from the hotel this entire time.”
“Ohhhh! So that’s why we received a text from Saylor,” Grandpa says thoughtfully.
“What do you mean, Grandpa?”
“Saylor sent us a text, asking us to keep the baby overnight earlier.”
“Does she do that a lot? Let you keep Halo overnight?” I ask, pondering if my wife has somehow become a lush since we parted over two years ago.
I wonder if I’m going to need to get Dr. Blake involved, if Saylor has become an alcoholic.
I should probably Google if they offer AA meetings here in this little town.
I wouldn’t blame her, with everything I’ve put her through over the last two years.
He shakes his head.
“No, Saylor doesn’t like to be away from Halo too long. Us and Sharilyn and Alan have to practically beg on our knees to get a full night with her.” He chuckles, like we are all privy to his joke. “She’s the best mother and always put Halo first, before anything or anyone.”
I nod as we make our rounds of goodbyes before heading out to the car.
Less than twenty minutes later, Linc and I are walking into a place called ‘The Watering Hole’ and it looks like any other small-town bar. The music is playing low, pool tables are in the back corner and TV’s are spread throughout the room.
We spot Dean in the corner, out of view, and he meets us halfway. Glancing over his shoulder, I see our little women with their asses at a wooden table. Saylor has her elbows on the table with her hands propping her head up. Everly isn’t fairing much better.
“No one has approached them since they sat down. Only the bartender has spoken with the women,” he informs us.
“Okay. Let’s go and get my little firecracker before she falls out of the booth,” I say and can’t help the small smile that graces my face.
Saylor has never been much of a drinker and when she does partake, she’s the biggest lightweight, especially when it comes to drinking liquor.
This should be fun. I’ve waited a long time to hear that sassiness come out in her.
I approach from behind and run my hand lightly up and down her back, and she shivers at the touch. The bartender stops making a drink and hurries over to us.
“Beat it buddy, she’s not interested,” he spouts. I have to give him credit for watching out for her.
Saylor slowly turns her head, but isn’t shocked to see me there.
“It’s okay Rusty, this here is my first husband,” she slurs, and waves her hand in gesture at me.
“First? How many you got, Sweetheart?” He raises an eyebrow and looks at her with humored interest.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Her sass shines through and I have to muffle a laugh, but then hate that she even considers that asshole her husband. “This one likes to spank,” she says and starts having a giggling fit. “Oh, and he can tie a knot better than any boy scout.”
I’ve tied her up once and spanked her twice, before we were separated, and I love how she focuses on that.
It gives me hope that she’s been thinking of our time together and not the wife-stealer.
Not wanting to spend our time talking or thinking about that fucker, or about my knot tying skills, Linc and I both dig in our wallets and pull out a handful of large bills and place them under their glasses of waters, then nod to Rusty.
“There’s nothing wrong with a few smacks to the ass if you ask me.” Rusty winks at Saylor, then takes her drink and money, along with Everly’s before disappearing down to the other end of the bar. “Let me know if you’re taking any more applications for future husbands.”
She starts to have another giggling fit and tries to wink at him, but fails miserably.
“Baby, let’s take a walk,” I say, and help her from the wooden table. I watch as Linc sweeps Everly’s legs up, bridal style, and carries her out the front door.
“Still bossy as ever, I see.” I shake my head as she continues her sassiness.
I learned at the beginning of our relationship that when Saylor drinks, her filter is nonexistent.
She says whatever is on her mind. Most of the time, she thinks it still remains in her head but then her mouth opens and she lets it loose.
“If I remember correctly, you love my bossiness,” I retort.
She lets out a dreamy sigh.
“Yeah you’re right, but also your bedroom eyes. I turn to mush every time.” I place my arm around her waist and she leans in to my touch. I relish the feel of her against me, and I pray that this isn’t the last time I get to hold her.
We start to walk out of the bar and she’s clinging to me, as every step is hard to keep her upright.
I want to pick her up, but I don’t know how she’d react, and the last thing I want is for her to push me off and we both go flying and she gets hurt.
“You’re still hard everywhere it counts,” she murmurs, as I let her small, delicate hands roam freely.
It takes all my will power to not sneak in the side alley and have my way with her when she’s feeling me up.
I just pray she stays above my belt. Slowly, we wobble across the street with the cool night air surrounding us to the hotel.
Mitch and Dean are trailing us to make sure we’re safely on our way.
Once we are down the hallway, I deliberate whether or not I should knock on Dr. Blake’s door, to see if she wants to bunk with her, but my mind is telling me that she’s my wife and I’ve been in need of her in the same bed for far too long.
Even if it’s just to lay next to. With my decision already made, Mitch gets my key card out and scans the door, opening it for us.
“Call if you need anything, sir,” Mitch offers, then he and Dean both exit the room.
Saylor is still leaning on me and her weight on my body is sending me into overdrive. She smells like sugar cookies, the same as I remember, but with a hint of alcohol mixed in.
“I need a shower,” Saylor states, and tries to walk over to the closed door by herself, only to find that it’s the closet. “Oh—” she gasps, then giggles. That sound is what I’ve wanted to hear for so long. “I’m definitely bad at choosing door options, aren’t I?”
I know she’s referring to having to pick between staying in LA or leaving to keep Halo and herself safe. I hate that she even had to in the first place.
“Let me help you,” I push, and lead her over to the next set of closed doors and turn on the light.
The bathroom is a good size, with a large walk-in shower and claw foot tub.
I turn the spout on in the shower and check the temperature to make sure it’s not too hot.
Maybe a cold shower will do us both some good.
“Why do they make them so hard to take off?” She whines with a huff. “No wonder people become nudists!”
When I turn around, I’m greeted by a sight that will be ingrained in my brain.
She is pulling off her bra while trying to kick her sneakers off.
They find the rest of her discarded clothing as she moves to her jeans.
I know I should let her have some privacy, but damn .
My body won’t move, and if it did, it’d be right in front of her, helping remove the remainder of scraps that hides her gorgeous body.
I love that she’s still comfortable with me seeing her like this.
Her body has changed slightly. The stretch marks on the sides of her stomach, where she carried our baby, are beautiful.
She’s softer in her mid-section and it makes her all the more alluring.
She’s having a hard time with her hands not cooperating correctly, so I willingly help pull her jeans and panties off.
I’m on my knees, at the same, perfect level as her pussy, and I can’t help but inhale her intoxicating scent.
I let out a moan, and feel her fingers slide through my hair.
My strings of control are being cut, one by one, and it’s becoming harder not to just face plant right into her heaven.
Letting out a long breath, I force my body to stand. This is not how I want us to reconnect again. I tell myself, as an excuse, as to why I’m not ravishing her already.
“Let’s get you in, okay,” I say and step aside to let her pass. Something crosses over her face, and she looks almost disappointed at something. Did she want me to touch her?
I help her walk over to the shower and watch her almost hit the tiled wall once she’s under the warm water.
“Shit, Saylor.” I grab her to steady her, but she seems unfazed by my words.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Good heavens, this woman is going to be the death of me. “I’m sure you need a good scrubbing too.” She giggles again, while wiggling her eyebrows and another string of control is severed. A man can only hold on for so long. Lord, give me strength!
Telling myself that I only want to make sure she’s not going to hurt herself, I quickly strip down to my boxers, and my dick sighs in relief from being locked up in my tight jeans.
“My, my Mr. Thorne, I think you have a situation going on.” She’s eyeing my dick, that is poking out of the waistband, and it only makes me grow harder the longer she’s eyeing me. “Has he missed me as much as I’ve missed his magical touch?” She licks her lips and I almost come instantly.
“Sh-shower Saylor.” I grit my teeth, stumbling over my words because I’m seconds away from hauling her up to the wall and pinning her there for a long time; until I can get two years of cum released from my heavy balls.
“ Shower Saylor ,” she mocks me and finally turns away to wet her hair.
“Don’t you ever get tired of being so serious all the time?
Life is short, Levi, live a little.” She sways, and I place my hands around her luscious hips that have grown since birthing our child.
Shit, the thought of my hands on her as I plow her from behind has me leaking cum.
Christ, this was a bad idea. Focus Thorne, now is not the time to be weak.
She needs to trust you and you have a long way until that happens.
She’s staring at my chest and a wicked smile crosses her face. Good God keep your mouth shut, you little vixen!
“Your nipples are always so hard, it makes me want to lick and bite them.” Christ!
Another string cut and a groan leaves my throat at the thought of her touching me like that.
That love I have for her sassiness, and her lack of filter I adore and think is cute, is coming back to bite me.
“You should have them pierced. I read that it’s an outstanding feeling when they’re given a tug as you orgasm.
” I beg your finest pardon, but what the hell has she been reading?
Porn? Do not smack her ass. Do not smack that tight ass.
This is not the time to encourage her. “I’ve thought about doing it.
” She truly looks sad at the thought, and my heart melts that she has been missing me just as much as I have her.
Even that fucker couldn’t erase me in her thoughts and soul.
Everything she does is slow motion, so I take over and wash her body as my own pleads for mercy as I touch every inch of her silky skin.
I do make sure her large tits have special attention, since they’ve grown from the last time I’ve held them.
I may or may not have given them a squeeze.
I also notice the marks on the sides of her stomach; evidence that I put a child in her belly.
Carefully, I kiss each one when she’s not looking down watching me.
She couldn’t be more beautiful or perfect.
Once she is clean, and I hope sobering up, I towel dry her and she heads out into the room, hopefully a little more awake after giving her some meds and water to drink.
I take my time drying off and will my dick to calm the fuck down.
Removing my wet boxers, I toss a towel around my hips and go in search of some fresh ones for me and Saylor.
I need to put some armor between us, or we are both going to be in trouble.
The moment I walk out of the bathroom, I should have walked right back in and called for backup, waving the white flag. There, sitting on the bed spread full eagle is my beautiful wife. She’s propped up on her elbows and her eyes are giving me a come-hither look, as she pats the space next to her.
“Oh, lover boy!”
Christ, I’m in trouble.