Twenty-four
Ben
I’m not a man who gets intimidated or insecure, but this Mike guy sure makes me a little fucking uneasy. He’s like his fucking brother, tall, preppy, built like a football player, and of course his eyes keep glancing at Sadie’s body.
My body. My wife.
I look at his hand and take a moment to assess everything around me. I could explode and tell this guy to shake his own dick, or I could whip out mine and show him what a real man Sadie belongs to, but I take the fucking high road, because this is her day, and I am trying to convince her parents that they aren’t right about me. With acid in my gut, I shake his hand and nod.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Sadie’s told me lots about you. Nice to put a face to the name.”
“Oh really? Funny, can’t say she has said much about you, but hey, any friend of Sadie’s”—I emphasize friend —“is a friend of mine.” Yup, there’s my dick. Guess I couldn’t help myself.
“You know, I’m starved. Let’s sit and eat.” Sadie breaks up our pissing contest and guides us to our seats. If I had my way, I’d put an entire table between us.
“Hey.” Everyone settles in and starts conversing as Sadie whispers to me, one hand on my thigh and the other on my arm.
“Yes?”
“You didn’t need to have a peeing contest, but I will say thank you. You being here means a lot to me. My dad won’t even look at me, and I need you right now.” That’s exactly why I didn’t do anything.
“I’m sorry. You tell me when it gets to be too much, and we can go.”
“Thank you.” She kisses my lips, and I let her order for me. Usually, I’m the life of the party, but now I sit back and watch everyone in the room. Their eyes stay glued to Sadie, and she beams. They hang on every word that comes out of her mouth. Her charm, her grace, her smile, her love—she’s captivating. I’m the lucky bastard who gets to claim that.
My mood is laid-back until I look at Stan, who is staring at me. His jaw is tight, and I almost feel the daggers he is mentally throwing at me. I get it. He told me no. I didn’t listen. And his daughter chose me. I don’t blame him one bit. I nod at him, and he shakes his head before looking back down at his plate. I do appreciate that he hasn’t caused a scene. That wouldn’t be fair to his daughter, and I would like to think that even if he doesn’t agree with us, he loves her enough to not make this even harder on her.
“Yay! Okay, try this, baby, I promise you will love it.” Bringing a forkful of food to my mouth, she pulls me back into the moment. She feeds it to me, and it’s pretty fucking good. Everyone watches me and waits for my reaction.
“Damn, all right, you win. That’s pretty tasty,” I finally say, and the table erupts in laughter—everyone but Mike and Stan. Mike not laughing makes me feel better: he sees how much Sadie loves me, and that bothers him. It would eat me up inside, too, but I’m not the poor bastard. Stan, on the other hand, isn’t a victory for me. I want him to see how happy we make each other and let it be enough for him to see this is it for Sadie. That nothing can come between us. Not even him.
“Told you! Mama and I make the best kind, but I can make that for you another time.” The table goes back to eating, and I lean toward Sadie.
“I’m proud of you; you did such an amazing job.”
I rub the back of her exposed neck. She lost the jacket when we sat down, and her freshly tanned skin is exposed.
“Thank you. I’m excited to see if I get into the nursing program. I really hope my internship helps.”
“You will, with or without it. You’re that amazing.”
“She’s pretty special. I think she’ll get in, hands down,” Mike interrupts. So he was listening in on our conversation—dick. “I’ve always told her that.” I hate him. He’s purposefully trying to get under my skin, and it’s working. I wasn’t expecting someone like Sadie—I never wanted to be a boyfriend, let alone a husband, yet here I am, and along with that sudden love comes my insane jealousy.
Maybe I’m deflecting because I think Sadie can do way better than me, but I don’t give a fuck about that right now, because this man is looking for a one-way ticket to a back-alley brawl if he doesn’t mind his place.
“I’m sure you did, man.” I give him as much attitude as I can, and the others at the table take notice. Fuck.
“Sorry, didn’t mean anything by it,” he replies. “Just think she doesn’t give herself enough credit.” I watch in slow fucking motion as he moves his hand up from under the table, grabs hers, and gives it a squeeze. I feel Sadie tense next to me, her body turning to stone.
“Hey, you know, it’s getting late, and I still need to pack. Baby, why don’t we head home?” Sadie interrupts before I can react, standing and grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair. I look up at her, and her brows draw in, begging me with a look to please let this one go.
“Sure.” I go against everything in me and walk away—for Sadie. I stand and grab my wallet. Pulling out a couple hundred-dollar bills, I place them on the table.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming, and thank you, Mom and Dad, this was perfect.” Sadie bends to kiss her mother goodbye. She turns to her dad, and they share a look before he stands, tells her something, then hugs her. Good. I take the chance to say something I need to get off my chest. Bending down, I lower my voice so only Mike can hear me. “She’s mine now. Make sure you understand that.”
“Is that a threat?” He looks affronted, and I take pleasure in it.
“Only if you don’t listen.”
With that, I turn and give Raydean a kiss on the cheek. I would attempt to shake Stan’s hand, but he already left the table to go to the restroom. I am sure it was to avoid me. I don’t blame him. “Night, guys, thank you for having us.”
“Anytime, Ben, and hey, he will come around too. Just keep focusing on you two,” Ray says, and Sadie can’t help but tear up. That is my cue to get us out of here. Today is a day for her wins, not a day I want her to think back on with heartbreak.
* * *
We don’t talk on the way home. Her head is most likely riddled with questions over the situation with her father, and my mind is imagining punching Mike over and over. He knew what he was doing, and he can act as innocent as he wants, but I saw with my own two eyes what he wants, and that’s my wife—but he will never get the chance to satisfy that hunger.
When we enter the apartment, I go straight into the kitchen and grab myself a beer. Sadie still doesn’t say anything. She removes her shoes and heads for the bedroom, and I stay put in the kitchen, staring at the wall in a trance.
My phone pulls me from my thoughts, and I tug it out of my pocket. Nick’s name flashes on the screen, and I answer it quickly.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, you good? Dinner was rough. Mike and Stan weren’t ideal.”
“No, but at least her father showed up, and I saw him say something before hugging her. I’m trying to calm down and give her space. Let her be the one to talk about it.”
“That’s probably best. You need anything from me?”
“No . . . well, maybe a life jacket and a miracle drug?”
“I can get you a life jacket, but I am fresh out of miracles. But hey, I also called because Portland Monthly wants to do an interview with you. It’s one of Portland’s hip mainstream magazines.” Swallowing another sip of my beer, I hear Sadie in the hall getting something from the closet.
“Sure, sounds good to me. When is that?”
“Tomorrow morning. They can either stop by your place or you can meet them at their corporate office downtown.”
“Send me the address, and I’ll be there in the morning. I gotta go now.”
“Sure thing. Night, man.”
“Later.” Ending the call, I go in search of Sadie. Walking into our bedroom, I see her sitting in the middle of our bed. She has her bible open in her lap. I haven’t seen her read that in front of me before. Her fingers move over the cross around her neck as she concentrates, and I take a moment to watch her.
“You okay?”
She peers up, and for a second, I think she’s going to shrug me off, but when she shakes her head and shuts her book, I’m thankful that she’s willing to talk. “No. My dad said that he’s proud of me but he still needs time. His hug felt so good, Ben, and I realized how much I miss him.” She wipes at her tears.
“I know you miss him.”
“These three weeks have felt like months. I don’t know how to get used to not seeing them and talking to them every day.”
“Do you want me to talk to them?”
“No, I want to give him time. And I want to focus on us.” I move to the side of the bed and reach out for her. I set my beer on the nightstand, and she crawls to me. Sitting up and planting her feet on each side of me, she pulls me in, and I run my hands through her hair, massaging and tugging gently. She hums a delighted moan.
“That feel good?” I ask. She nods.
“Tonight, you didn’t react the way I thought you would with Mike.” She rests her cheek against me, puts her chin on my thigh, and looks up at me.
“I’m trying.”
“It’s working, Ben. Thank you.” I grab my beer and take another sip.
What she does next catches me off guard. Her hands find my belt, and her seductive eyes bore into mine. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. I’m really, really wet, and I want it.”
“Fuck, Sadie.”
“Please fuck me, Ben. I need it.” Every time we are intimate, Sadie becomes more vocal with her needs, wants, and desires—and fuck me I love it.
I sip my beer but keep my eyes on her. She opens my button and zipper, slipping her hand into my jeans. When her small hand grips my growing cock, I growl.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, baby.” I want her to own me tonight. To take it all out on me—everything holding her back.
Lifting my shirt with her free hand, she latches her mouth onto the defined V of my abdomen. She wets the skin with her tongue and blows on it softly. My spine tingles. Her hand moves up and down my shaft as much as it can with my jeans in the way.
I hiss when she circles the tip, spreading my pre-come around the head. “Tight pussy, fuck-me eyes, and that sinful mouth. You aren’t such a goody-goody anymore, baby. I tainted my little angel, didn’t I?”
“Maybe. Maybe I can get a little more bad. You still have so much to teach me; I still haven’t had you in my mouth.” She blushes and giggles sinfully.
“That simply won’t do.” Setting my beer on the nightstand, I grip her chin in my large, calloused hand. She stands, and I help her jump and wrap her legs around me. Our lips lock, all tongue and teeth. I lay her down on the bed. She’s still in that sexy little slip dress she wore today, except she lost her bra when she got home, and her tight nipples brush against my thin shirt.
Laying us down, I break our kiss and flip her over on her stomach. She yelps as her silk dress rides up, and I get a glimpse of her new panties. It makes my dick twitch to see her in something more risqué, but I still miss her old style of underwear, the ones with more material. Sadie is changing day by day, becoming this version of herself that was hiding somewhere. She is growing into her own independence.
“Did you get some new panties for me?” I lift her dress and expose her entire ass with the tiniest black thong wedged between her smooth skin.
She nods, looking over her shoulder. I can smell her arousal from where I stand.
“What does a man have to do to fuck this ass?” I slap her cheek and watch her ass vibrate.
“Ah! I don’t know, anything. Just let me have you.” I could bang on my chest, I feel so high right now.
“You had me a few hours ago.” I wrap one finger around the fabric covering her pussy and move it aside. “You’re still swollen; your cunt is greedy. Did your husband make your pussy hurt, angel?”
“Ben.”
She doesn’t simply moan my name, she begs desperately for me to fuck her.
“Maybe I’ll slow it down a little, take care of you, make sure you don’t get too sore. Especially since I plan to fuck this cunt every day for the next three months.”
She thrusts back against my finger circling her entrance, and the tip slides in. The tight hole squeezes me.
“I want to be bad, though. I want to be really, really bad,” Sadie cries, fucking the tip of my finger. I finally give her what she wants and thrust my finger inside her snug heat.
“Why?” I ask, ready to hear more.
“Because you’re my husband, and I can be your servant. I can worship you like a king in our home, and I want you to take everything from me. Use me, Ben.”
“I don’t want to.”
I stop my hands, and she cries at the loss of my finger. I want gentle tonight. That’s right, me the fucking playboy wants the plain missionary shit. Her dirty side turns me on, but I don’t want her to be this woman just because she thinks it’s what I like. I started out wanting to be her cocky, demanding lover, but suddenly, I’m insecure. Never in a million years did I think that would happen to me.
“Is it me?” she inquires, flipping over and sitting up, her hair a wild mess and her makeup smudged slightly. “I thought maybe we could be a little more wild tonight, like you like it.”
“I like anything with you. I love the dirty talk, I do, but I need you tonight. I need that connection,” I admit.
“Everything with you is a connection, Ben.”
Tonight, I want to show her my soft side, my worthy side, not a dirty-talking bad boy with a rap sheet of one-night stands.
“Let’s make something new tonight; that can also be our thing.” I lift her off the bed, and she follows. Understanding what I need, she smiles, running her hands through my hair.
“Okay.”
Grabbing the hem of her dress, I lift it up and off her body in one fluid motion.
We don’t speak. Instead, our hands do the talking. Sadie slides her hands against my warm skin, and they climb up my sides, taking my shirt with them. Dropping to my haunches, I keep my eyes on hers as she looks down at me. I kiss from her knee up one thigh, then back down and up again on the other leg, ending with an open-mouth kiss right under her belly button.
A shiver runs through her, and there is an inferno burning in my bloodstream. Removing her panties slowly, I slide them down her thighs with purposeful ease.
She looks beautiful, curvy, petite, and womanly. The extra weight on her molds to my hands perfectly, like her soul was made for me, her body crafted by design for me. Her smell fills my lungs, and I take a drag like the last one on a burned-out cigarette.
I kiss my way back up to my full height, paying attention to all the places I can: her legs, her pubic bone, her stomach, and each hip bone. We haven’t been together long, but I know her body like the back of my hand. I spent hours on our wedding night memorizing every detail of it.
Switching positions, she drops to her knees and finishes removing my jeans and boxer briefs. Once I’m completely naked, she stays there, leaning against the back of her calves. Tracing her thumb across her lips, she smirks at me; this time, it reaches her eyes. Her sweet dimples indent deeper than normal, and without words she leans in, kissing the tip of my hard cock.
A low growl thunders in my chest. Sadie’s touch nearly knocks me on my ass. My hands seize some of her hair as her hands travel up my thighs, waking every nerve ending along the way until she holds on to my hips and takes an inch of me into her sweet mouth.
With every force on this damn planet, I restrain from breaching her completely and ramming my cock down her throat. Sadie is exploring, and I’m enjoying the expedition thoroughly. Her eyes, which are still focused on me, begin to water when she takes in another inch.
She gags as I try another inch but stays strong, rolling her tongue on the underside of my shaft. Using one hand, she circles my wide girth and jerks what she can’t fit into her warm mouth. Our eyes stay locked as she switches from bobbing to holding me halfway in and rubbing her tongue around my length.
I’ve had head, tons of it, but never has it been this raw and incredible. Once again, there’s something sexy about a girl with no experience, especially when she’s my wife.
“I’m gonna fucking come, baby.”
My balls grow tight, and she slows down, letting me slide in and out at a gentle, leisurely pace. This is different; this is intimacy. I match her rhythm, and in a second I shiver and orgasm, releasing hot stream after hot stream down her willing throat. I groan, and she moans, the sensation vibrating against my shaft. I come down from my orgasm, still massaging her head where her hair is in my hands.
My cock is still rock hard and ready for more, but first I want to return the favor.
“On the bed, angel.” Standing, she wipes her lips on the back of her hand, and watching that, I react swiftly. I grab her arm and spin her around, pushing her face-first into the bed.
“Ah! Baby!” She giggles, and the sound echoes in the room.
“Ass up.” The lover in me is still there, and I plan to look her deep in the eyes while I fuck her gently, but right now is the warm-up, and I’m going to make it count.
Climbing onto her knees, she peers back at me, shaking her ass like a tease and biting that already swollen lip.
“Don’t throw that thing around begging for it because you might get it,” I growl, and she laughs knowingly.
“I’m counting on it, ba—oh!” Before her sassy Southern drawl can tease me back, I open my mouth and suck her enticing center in from the back side, her lips spread wide, her clit playing against my tongue and her sweet arousal traveling down my throat as I fuck her wildly with my mouth.
“Ben!” Thrusting my pointed tongue in and out of her tight hole, I flick her clit with my finger a few times, and I prepare for my reward. Sadie is the only woman I’ve been with who can release her juices in abundance, and believe me, the reality is better than the fantasy.
My girl isn’t only responsive, she’s thankful, showing me as she comes against my tongue, and I drink her in like a fine fucking wine. The warm juices taste sweet.
“Wow,” she huffs out, going limp on her stomach, her legs giving out.
“Oh no, we aren’t done. You need to be on top. I need to see you. Watch you. Take you all in. I need you to show me how much you love me,” I whisper against her skin as I kiss the curve of her silky ass, leaving gentle love bites.
I move us so I’m on my back and she’s straddling my cock, her entrance kissing the tip.
“Slowly, you need to go slow,” I remind her. She lets my hands on her hips guide her down my shaft. I slide into her heat, and we both lose our fucking breath. My eyes nearly roll back in my head, it feels that good.
I groan. “Damn, angel.” Being inside Sadie is like being on the most intense drug. It’s euphoric.
“All for you . . .” she moans, lifting off me again. I’m mesmerized by her lust-filled eyes focused on me, watching me take pleasure. I don’t let my eyes wander from hers as my muse and I connect. Our lovemaking is writing the perfect song in my head; I find the words with each thrust and jolt of her body. Her breathing makes the perfect sound, a melody to accompany my song.
“Do you know what control you have over me?” I groan, pinching her nipple between my fingers.
“No, why don’t you tell me—oh.” Sitting up, I lose my hands in her hair and fuse her lips to mine.
My arms cross over her back and bear down on her shoulders. This action helps her thrust up and down, hard, in very defined movements.
“You’re the deadliest weapon. You have so much power over me.”
“More,” she moans, our faces inches apart and our thrusts like rolling waves.
“You’re my religion.”
“Oh my god, Ben.” Throwing her head back, she comes without warning, my words bringing her to a burn.
“Sadie, look at me. Look at me now.” I hold her shoulder blades as she reaches back, grabs my legs, and rides out the rest of her orgasm. Her eyes lock in on me. I steal a glance down at our connection, where her lips drag along my cock, then back to her face, torn between which is turning me on more.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I’m chasing my orgasm as hers settles and pulses around me.
“You have to pull out, I’m ovulating.” We had to do this earlier, and it truly tested me, but I sure as hell don’t want to get her pregnant. Growling, I flip us. Towering over her, I pull out right as I explode, unleashing ropes of hot come all over her stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She watches, mesmerized, as I focus on my orgasm.
Moments later, we are slowly coming down. No longer in a fit of labored breathing, I trace lyrics along her back. I move Sadie to lie across my chest so we can stay skin to skin.
“Ben?”
“Hmm?” Staring up at the ceiling fan, I wait for her to continue.
“Do you want to have kids?” My breath catches like someone sucker punched me in the gut. Kids. I’ve never thought about having kids. I never thought I would get married, either, but here we are. What do I say?
“I haven’t given it much thought.” I give her half-truths. “Why?” There isn’t a chance she is pregnant; she wouldn’t have asked me to pull out, and she definitely wouldn’t tell me she was ovulating if she was already pregnant. Would she? No. No. She wouldn’t do that.
“We don’t use protection. Ever. And the counting method only works perfectly when you aren’t sexually active. We take a risk every time we have sex.” She has a point.
“I am not going to have anything between us. No condoms.” I come right out with it. Skin on skin with Sadie, being bare in her, is a form of intimacy I never want to give up.
“Pull and pray isn’t as effective, though.”
“Why not the pill?”
“I’ve never tried it, but I worry it may make me sick. We can try it?”
“I don’t want you to be sick.” I pull her in closer, moving her to a position where she can prop her chin on her hands against my chest. “What is best for you, baby?”
“I know, and I love you for that. Why don’t we try it and if it doesn’t work, we can talk alternatives?”
My body is on fire. We aren’t talking directly about kids, but if you look deeper, aren’t we? The result of failed birth control is a chance of pregnancy.
“Sadie, we have a lot of things going on in our lives, and I want to be selfish with you. I want you to myself. And there are parts of me that I still want to work on.” The air seems to have been sucked out of the room. My body temperature is rising with each passing second. “Baby . . .” I need to calm the fuck down. “I love exploring your body, and while it is mine—all fucking mine—I won’t tell you what to do with it. You tell me. If we need condoms . . .” I groan, the idea annoying me. “Then I will buy a giant fucking box.”
She giggles. “Okay, caveman. I can tell that you love that idea. But I like it—you—inside me . . . bare . . . It’s something I enjoy too.” She blushes softly. I love that she craves us as much as I do. “I will talk to my doctor about the pill. I’ll make an appointment tomorrow. They have same-day.”
“You sure?” I lift her chin. The fear of becoming a parent is slowly subsiding, but I still want to lock this topic away and not talk about it for a long while. I don’t know if I will ever be ready or if being a father is in the cards for me.
I need more time to work on me and us before we can open that Pandora’s box.
“I’m sure. Kids one day, just not today.” She smirks, kissing my chest, and my stomach flips again.
“Maybe one day.” She cuddles in closer, and silence claims us. Outwardly, we are quiet, but inside, my brain is running wild. Baby talk wasn’t on my bingo card for tonight.
Welcome home . . .