12. Johnny
12
JOHNNY
M y eyes go from my phone to Winnie. I should say something, except until I’ve got this under control, I don’t want to get her hopes up. I pull up the text thread for our group chat.
Me: Figuratively speaking, how much of a pain in the ass would it be for you, Tysen, to fly Winnie, Sebastian, and Matthew to Georgia in, say, a day or two?
Me: Matthew, I know you’re not big on the family law bit, but gonna need you to pull out all the hat tricks. Winnie just told me fuckin’ everything.
Tysen: I’m off this week. Name the day. I’ll reserve a plane and get you there and back in the same day.
Asher: What else do you need? You want me to take the club on for a night or two?
Jagger: I’m on my way back. I’ll be in town in less than twelve hours. Whatever you need, I’m there. Also, tell your woman she owes me a hug.
I smirk at that, fuckin’ Jagger always trying to get a rise out of me. It doesn’t matter. He may as well be Winn’s older brother. It broke him when she up and left like she did. When I laid the truth out about what I’d done, I never saw him look more disappointed in anyone when his eyes locked on me.
Matthew: Give me the Cliff Notes. I can pull the rest out of the data base. I only need to know which direction. Also, you owe me. BIG.
Jude: I bet I can hack into the system faster than Matthew can look it up. Serious. Whatever you need. Fudging some court documents is nothing.
Matthew: JFC, in a text you say that shit. One word: Implication.
Me: We’re adopting Sebastian. Melanie is dead, died of an overdose. Right now, Winnie is essentially fostering to adopt. Contingent upon our divorce since I’ve not been around. Now she’s home, and we’re not divorcing. Seb and Winnie are mine. We also need to move them out of their apartment and into the penthouse as soon as possible.
Luke: Not sure what I can do to help, but I’m on deck. Tell Winnie when shit gets better, party at my place. I’ll even cater the damn thing.
Crew: Fuckin’ hell, that woman of yours has been through hell and back.
Asher: Lennie is saying Kenny and she can activate for shopping tomorrow.
Trent: Hide your wallet, man. You’re about to get outfitted with everything you could think of and more.
I look up from my phone to where I’ve left Winnie. She’s snuggled into the couch, head resting on the back, hands up by her neck, blanket draped around her body. Jesus, I’m a dick. She laid it all out for me, gave me all her truths, and what did I do? Leave her to grab my phone without so much as saying the words I know she needs to hear.
Me: Whatever the fuck they need, it’s theirs.
“Winn.” I grab her attention. Her eyelids open. Mierda, she took a three-hour nap on top of me, didn’t fucking move, yet she’s about ready to fall back asleep.
“Oh, sorry. Did I fall asleep?” She jerks her head, rapidly blinking the sleep away from her eyes.
“It’s all good. The guys are activated, but hold that thought for another minute. I forgot to mention something.” Jesús Cristo, this isn’t going to be easy.
Matthew: You got it, man.
Trent: Tell Winnie the girls are planning to get with her soon. Which means it’ll happen at the club.
Me: Fuck me, speaking of the club. Jude, you still around?
He’s been known to set his phone down and get lost in his latest development on a new app.
Jude: What’s up?
Me: I need you to make sure Night Moves is buried. I’m not ashamed of the world we’ve created where anyone can get lost in their fantasies, but I’ll be damned if it’s the cause of us losing Sebastian.
Matthew: Thanks, Jude, that will help me out, too.
Jagger: I’m taking bets on when Johnny and Winnie start adding to the addition. I can see it now, little Winnies and Johnnies running around causing all kinds of chaos.
Crew: I’ll take that bet and up you one. Who all thinks I’ll be designing a new home once they’re back and settled?
Me: Alright, take all your bets. I’m off to be with my woman. Thanks, guys.
“Everything okay?” she asks as I place my phone on the coffee table.
“Never better. Tysen is going to fly us to Georgia. We’ll get there, jump through whatever hoops they make us jump through. Matthew is going to take on the case. He’ll fly with us, and the ball is already rolling. By tomorrow, we’ll be locked and loaded.” Winnie’s hand flies to her mouth. The slapping noise reverberates through the house. I stay where I’m standing, waiting for God knows fucking what.
“Johnny.” My name tumbles off her lips as if it’s a prayer. I’m still naked, stayed that way while pacing around the living room while trying to figure everything out with the guys.
“You say my name like that again, looking at me like you are, neither of us will finish this conversation.” The way she’s looking at me has me ready to prowl toward her, pull off blanket that’s hiding her away from me, and get inside her again.
“Are you telling me we’re staying married, and we can adopt Sebastian, raise him together, and eventually add to our family?” There’s hopefulness in her tone, a lightness in her eyes, plus her ability to let me do my thing even though she didn’t know my plans yet. Winnie trusted me. A tightness takes hold inside my chest. I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” My phone buzzes away on the table. The guys can handle anything else that comes their way. “Also, letting you know Lennon, Asher’s fiancé, and Kenny, who’s now with Trent, will be hijacking your phone number. You’re in the fold, and I’m pretty sure Jagger has some competition.” Her face softens.
“How is Jagger? How’s everyone? I made one hell of an entrance and didn’t even say hello to them.”
“Jagger is out parasailing, sky diving, ice climbing, or mountain biking. We never know what he’s doing until he’s back home. All we know is his location. It’s how he disconnects to recharge. He’ll be here tomorrow, more than ready to piss me off and see how you’re doing. Everyone else is doing great. They’ve missed you. Got my fair share of shit for not going after you.” Jagger was pissed, Trent looked at me like I’d grown three heads, and the rest of them… Well, they put their digs into me throughout the years.
“I’m going to apologize to them.” I go to interject, but my wife shuts me up with the palm of her hand in the air. “They may not need or want it, but they deserve it.”
“Fine, but no hugging Jagger. The fucker will probably stick his tongue out at me and act like a damn teenager.” I move toward her, unable to deny the pull between us. My hand reaches for the blanket, pulling it away. The last thing I want is her covered from me.
“I’m not agreeing to that, Johnny.” Her tits are the first thing bared to me, lifting up with each inhale and exhale, the pebbled dusky rose tips beckoning my mouth to wrap around them. Her stomach is next, quivering slightly, and a thought of my wife pregnant with our child comes to life. Fuck the birth control. I’m going to plant my seed inside her, stay buried to the damn root, and keep it inside her until I can’t anymore.
“We’ve got one more problem.” Winnie spreads her legs for me, baring her sweet-as-fuck cunt, slick with wetness, and if everything goes to plan, I’ll be back inside her soon.
“You’re sexy when you go into protective, dominant, and soft mode for me.” Her voice takes on that raspy quality that has me hot under the collar in zero point two seconds.
“Hijo de puta, solo para ti, mi esposa.” Son of a bitch, only for you, my wife. My hands glide up her legs, thumbs digging into her inner thighs, massaging her along the way. If I’m going to rip off the Band-Aid, it’s going to be with my hands on her body.
“I don’t think I’m going to start birth control.” I drop my head. The careful control I’ve had on myself is slowly fading.
“Are you looking to get fucked? Want my cock in this greedy little cunt?” My thumbs move to the apex of her thighs. Wetness is coating her lips, and if I slide upwards, I’ll have it on my skin. I lick my lips, ready for another taste of my wife.
“Johnny.” Her eyes close, head tips back, and I move closer. My cock bobs along my abdomen, and as much as I want to take her, give her that ride we both want, I’ve got to get this off my chest first.
“Open your eyes for me, carino. I’ll give you my dick after we talk about the club for a minute.” My statement doesn’t deter her or make her pull away. Winnie’s hands delve into my hair, pulling me closer.
“Tell me while you’re inside me, please.”
“Fuck, woman, you’re going to be sore tomorrow.” I lift her up and plant her on my lap, the blanket dropping to the floor, and she lines herself up to take me.
“And you won’t see me complaining.” My hands grip her hips tighter, holding her back for a minute.
“Look at me, Winn. I want what you’re offering, so damn badly, but this is getting out in the open and, fuck me, I hope you’re okay with it because I’m going to fuck you raw and plant my baby inside you, keep fucking you until you’re pregnant with our child.” I should have held back on my statement. Winnie is in a lust-filled haze. Her hearing my admission is going to be damn difficult with how she’s looking.
“Hurry up.” I allow her the barest of movement until the head of my cock is enveloped by her velvet clutch.
“The club has a downstairs scene now called Night Moves.” I’m about to drop the fucking bombshell when she wiggles her hips and sinks down further. I’m doing little to restrain her, and she’s without a doubt trying to top me. “Winnie, look at me, give me your pretty, blue eyes, mi esposa.” We stay still.
“I know what it is. I saw the paperwork on your desk when I left you a note. Now, please fuck me, make me yours, give me your babies, and love me as much as I love you.” Her words are barely out before I’m slamming her down on my cock. Fuck it. Tomorrow, she can lie in bed all day with an icepack between her legs or, better yet, I’ll lie between her pretty fucking thighs and lick her clit until she’s better. Either way is a win. She’ll be in my bed, in my life, and engrained in me like she is on my skin.
“Winn,” I moan, feeling her wrapped around my cock, pulsing with pleasure, soft little purrs leaving her lips.
“Johnny.” The tips of her fingers dig into my shoulders. I’m definitely going to have bruises on them tomorrow. I’ll have to wear a shirt tonight once Sebastian comes home, or he’ll one hundred percent have questions that neither of us is ready to answer yet.
“Mierda, so fucking good,” I grunt, lifting her up and slamming her back down. I’m ready to blow already. It’s too goddamn soon and too goddamn fast. Except it’s Winnie, and anytime I’m inside her, blowing my load is priority number one after she gets hers. Which is why I go for fucking broke, taking her as roughly as possible in this situation, keeping my thumb on her clit, working it in circular motions, pressing down, and repeating the process. “Next time you’re on your hands and knees, my finger will be in your ass while I take your cunt with my cock.” She falls forward, breathless with desire. Her orgasm is building. I can tell by the way she is choking my cock with her pussy. I maintain every semblance of my being, each thrust, each swipe of her clit, until I’m finally in a position and her head is tipped back.
“Johnny!” I wrap my mouth around one taut nipple, sucking it as hard and deep as possible, biting on the tip, and pushing her over the fucking edge. Winnie takes me right along with her, ripping the cum from my body until I’m pulsing inside of her with each punch of my hips. I don’t stop until we both have come down from our mutual orgasms.
“Never gets old, mi esposa, it never gets old.” A ripple skates along my cock, sending an aftershock of sensations through me.
“And it never will.” She cuddles into my chest, relaxing further, and I’m pretty sure if we stay in this position long enough, she’s going to fall asleep on my dick.
“Nope, let’s shower and get some sleep. I’ll text Mom and see if she minds keeping Seb for the night.” I wrap my arms around her waist and stand up, and Winnie locks her ankles behind my back.
“You know she won’t mind. Neither will Sebastian.” She lets out a soft laugh. My cock deflates, causing me to lose her heat, which pisses me off further. If I had more energy, I’d fuck her the entire walk to the bathroom.
“I figure not. Love you, Winn,” I tell her then place a kiss on the side of her head.
“I love you, Johnny.” A smile tips my lips. I’ve got my wife back, we’re going to have Sebastian permanently, and if we can survive the hell we’ve been put through, we can fucking survive anything that comes our way.