Chapter 25
Riggs
It took all afternoon, but we’ve finally organized the closet in a way that fits both of our wardrobes. Well, most of them. Some of my suits and coats will live in the guest room closet until we finish remodeling. There’s also the issue of her furniture, but since the house is getting renovated, we’re holding off on finding a place for those pieces. We may not keep them. I’m leaving that up to Zoe. I want this house to feel like home to her. And if she decides it doesn’t feel like this place is hers after we’ve remodeled, I’ll buy her a new house.
“Mitch will have dinner ready in half an hour. I thought it would be nice to eat by the pool.”
Zoe glances up from her tablet, where she’s been looking at design ideas. I’m glad I like most of the things she’s shown me. Even if I didn’t, I’d let her do whatever. “Is Mitch the chef?”
I nod. He’s had the last few weeks off for vacation so tonight will be her first time meeting him.
She smiles. “That sounds nice.”
“We could swim for a bit until dinner’s ready,” I suggest.
She sets the tablet aside and stands. “I’ll go change into my swimsuit.”
I snag her by the wrist. “The fence is twelve feet tall. We don’t need suits.” Plus, I want her naked as often as possible.
“What about your chef?”
“We won’t bother him. He’ll just set the plates on the table and leave. Mitch won’t go past the patio.”
She bites her lower lip. “If you’re sure we’ll have privacy.”
I grin, scooping her up into my arms. On our way to the backyard, I stop by the kitchen to introduce her to Mitch and instruct him on where to serve dinner. When that’s finished, I take my new bride out for some skinny dipping. My cock pulses in anticipation. Being naked with Zoe is one of my favorite ways to be. I also enjoy our talks snuggled in bed, our playful banter, and watching her discover new things. Hell, I simply love being with her .
Outside, I set her on her feet and begin divesting her of her clothes. She helps me by kicking off her shoes and socks. Once she’s naked, we work on ridding me of my clothing. Teamwork really does make dreams work. Mine, at least.
I push her into the water, then jump in behind her. She breaks the surface, coughing. Her hair clings to her face, making me laugh. I pull her into my arms, positioning her legs around my waist. “Come here, my little swamp monster.”
She splashes me, trying to escape my hold. When that proves ineffective, she tries to climb up my body to dunk me. With her hands on my head, her tits are face level. I cover one of her nipples with my lips, sucking it to a peak and then biting softly.
“Riggs,” she giggles, swatting me playfully.
“Sorry baby, I’m hungry, and you flaunted my second favorite snack in my face.”
“What’s your favorite?” By her flirtatious tone, I can tell she already knows.
I lift her out of the water, setting her on the ledge of the pool. Her legs are spread so I can fit between them. Not missing a beat, I place my hand on the center of her chest, pressing so she’ll lie back and grant me access to her sweet pussy.
She goes willingly. The way she trusts me enough to let me spread her open in the backyard while Mitch is in the kitchen makes my pulse speed up. Zoe knows I’ll protect her.
I start at her knees, kissing my way up to her center. Each purr and moan sets me on fire. The taste of her, mixed with the saltwater of the pool, on my tongue when I finally hit my target is so powerful my balls tighten.
“Riggs.” She lifts her upper body, resting on her elbows so she can watch me.
With each swipe of my tongue, her body trembles. All it takes is one finger slipping inside her, and she comes, drenching my tongue. I tug her into the water, holding her close as she quakes with aftershocks.
She rests her head on my shoulder, allowing me to embrace her. We stay like that, intertwined in body and spirit, until Mitch opens the sliding glass door to the patio. I hold Zoe so her back is to him, and he can’t see anything while he readies the table, but it’s not even necessary. Mitch never looks in our direction as he places our plates on the table. The man is a consummate professional.
Once he’s gone, I kiss Zoe and then untangle our bodies. “Let’s get you fed.”
I jump out of the pool and then turn around to help her out. I know she could use the stairs, but I like helping her. Taking care of Zoe feels like my purpose in life. I never did that for Gretchen, and I’m sure it’s part of why she still resents me so much. That’s not something I ever want Zoe to feel toward me.
“Wait here,” I tell her as I jog to the cabana to grab some towels for us.
She’s still standing in the same spot, wringing out the ends of her hair when I come back with two fluffy white towels. I dry her off and wrap the towel around her before drying myself. Then I lead her to the table and pull out her chair.
Mitch made filet mignon, broccoli, and potato medallions for us. He opened a bottle of red wine and lit a few candles. In the center of the table are several chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. This is by far the most romantic meal he’s prepared since I hired him. I need to give the man a raise.
“Everything looks so delicious,” Zoe says, popping a potato into her mouth.
The moan that follows reminds me of her moans earlier. My cock, yet to feel relief, makes itself known beneath my towel. Trying not to clear the table so I can fuck her on it, I focus on cutting a bite of steak. Tonight is perfect.
Yeah, Mitch is definitely getting a raise.