Chapter 27
Riggs
I can’t keep the smile off my face while Zoe tells me about her new job. Being a nanny for Bull’s daughter sounds perfect for her. She’ll get to do something she loves, and, not to be selfish, I’ll get to have my wife home with me in the evenings. I want to have more dinners like we did last night. It’s a win-win for both of us.
We’re seated on the sofa, waiting for dinner. She’s sitting on one end with her leg tucked beneath her, turned so she can face me. I watch her with a smile, loving how she’s starting to be more comfortable in our home. Tomorrow, we’ll meet with my interior designer, Indira. Hopefully, after that, Zoe will truly feel at home here.
She stops talking and frowns. “Am I being silly?”
“What? No! I’m smiling like this because I love how excited you are.”
“I know it’s not a real job, but it will be fun while I figure out what I want to do with my life.” I don’t miss the defensiveness of her tone.
I move closer to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear that’s fallen out of her messy bun. “It is a real job. And it sounds like one you’ll love. If being a nanny is what you want to do forever, I support you. I’ll always support you.” I pull her so she’s straddling me, settling her onto my lap. “Plus, I’ve always wanted to fuck the nanny.”
She giggles, swatting my chest. “You’re so bad.”
I roll my hips. “Don’t you mean I’m so good?”
She kisses me before sliding off my lap to sit next to me. “We can’t do that right now.”
“Why not?” If she’d allow it, I’d strap her to my cock and walk around with her like that. It’s not just about how good it feels to be inside her, either. Although, that’s definitely a plus. I want to be as connected to her as possible. Always.
Her cheeks turn red as she fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt. “I started my period.”
I snicker. “Is that all?”
“Isn’t it gross for you?”
“Baby, a little blood has never once scared me. If you don’t want to have sex because of your period, that’s one thing, but don’t deny yourself because you think it will bother me. We can lay down a towel, fuck in the shower, whatever is comfortable for you. I don’t care.”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about that.”
She looks down again, so I tilt her chin so she’s facing me. “Hey, if you don’t want to, that’s all you need to say. I’m not going to try to coerce you into doing something.”
She smiles. “You really are the best husband.”
I have no doubt my ex-wife would not share the same sentiment. “I don’t know about that, but I try to be. For you, anyway.”
After dinner, we clean the kitchen together. Mitch used to do this for me, but since I like to be alone with my wife, he’s been encouraged to leave as soon as he serves dinner. He probably did get an eyeful the other night, but there’s no way I’ll tell Zoe that. She’s skittish enough as it is.
“Do you want to swim?” I ask her.
She picks at the dish towel on the counter. “Um, I sort of. . . earlier you said. . .”
I chuckle. “Are you saying you want to fuck me?”
She gasps, slapping her hand over her mouth. “Riggs! You’re so crass.”
I laugh. “Baby, I love that you’re sweet and shy, but we’re married, so you can just tell me what you want.”
“How should we. . . you know?”
Oh, right. Her period. I place my arms on either side of the counter, caging her in. “Well, since you can’t get pregnant, we can skip the condom if you’re cool with it.”
Her pupils dilate, and I can tell she likes that idea. Good.
With my pointer finger, I trace the column of her neck down and across her collarbone. “I have an old sheet we can put on the bed.”
She scrunches her nose. “What if I leak through the sheet?”
“We can also put down some towels.” Whatever it takes to make her comfortable.
“Okay. I mean, if you’re sure.”
“It’s you being sure I’m concerned with.” What I want isn’t important.
She nods. “Let’s try it.”
Zoe goes to the bathroom while I ready the bed. I also dim the lights and light some candles. I want her to always feel special and loved. That’s where I fell short in my first marriage. I’ll be damned if I let Zoe slip through my fingers. I feel a lot more for her than I ever felt toward Gretchen. It’s true what people say about soulmates. When you know, you know. With Zoe, I just know.
I’m still fussing with getting the mood right when she opens the door to the bathroom. The light behind Zoe illuminates her as if she’s heaven-sent. The black negligee contrasts deliciously with her angelic appearance. It’s sheer enough I can see she’s not wearing panties, causing my dick to harden immediately.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her.
She blushes, rocking on her feet and holding the bottom hem of her nightie. “You like what you see?”
I grin, nodding. “Very much, Mrs. Malone.”
She grins. God, I love the way she lights up when I call her by my last name. “You’re still dressed,” she points out.
“That can be remedied.” I strip out of my shirt, loving how she watches me. “Sit on the bed.”
She settles on top of the towel, careful not to sit on her negligee, making me realize she’s still a little uncomfortable with the idea of sex on her period. I’ll have to change that. I want her so turned on and in the moment that she doesn’t think about anything but us.
I set my phone on the docking station after pulling up the sexiest song I can think of. “Since you didn’t get to see Chippendales in Vegas, let me show you what you missed,” I tease, tossing my shirt at her.
She whistles, cheering as I slowly unbutton my pants. When she reaches for me, I dance out of reach, shaking my finger at her. “Uh, uh. No touching the dancers.”
I continue dancing around as I kick off my shoes and remove my socks. Judging from Zoe’s laughs, I look ridiculous, but that doesn’t matter. At least she’s not worried about staining our sheets anymore. I face away from her, bending over to give her a nice view of my ass as I push my pants to the floor. When I spin back around, my boxers are tented, gaping open from the strain my erection is placing on them. I pull open the sides, allowing my cock to spring out.
She throws her head back, laughing at my silly striptease. “Hurry up and let me test out the goods,” she heckles.
I push my boxers down. They get caught on my dick, so when I push harder, it springs up and slaps my stomach, leaving a glistening trail of my arousal. I kick away the offending garment and walk to where Zoe is perched on the edge of the bed.
Standing above her, I cup the back of her head, caressing her cheek with my thumb. She looks up at me with wide eyes, flush with desire. I watch as she takes my cock in her hand, then lowers her mouth. It jerks in her hand when she swirls her tongue around the tip. I flex my hips as she sucks me inside her warm mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “That feels so good.”
She pulls off me with a pop, grinning. “Tastes good, too.”
I help her out of her nighty, then encourage her to lie back. She kisses and licks my neck as I settle on top of her, gliding my cock along her seam, the head bumping into her clit. I lean on one arm so I can suck one of her nipples into my mouth while pinching the other.
“Oh, wow,” she moans. “It’s so much.”
I softly bite her nipple and grin, continuing to work her over like this until she’s ready to burst.
“Please, I need you inside me.”
I slide my hips back and grip my cock, lining myself up with her entrance before plunging inside her in one swift motion. The lubrication from her period allows me to slide in smoothly.
“Riggs, yes!” she screams.
I roll us so she’s on top of me. She rolls her hips, playing with her tits as I lie beneath her, enjoying the show. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.”
And she does.
Zoe fucks me with everything she has. Needing her to come first, I reach between us, pinching her clit until she tightens around me. Her pussy quivers with her orgasm, sending me over the edge. I grip her hips, pressing up my hips as I release inside her.
She collapses on top of me. We lie like this, me still inside her, while we try to catch our breath.
“That was. . . I like period sex,” she says once her breathing has returned to normal.
I chuckle, kissing her head. “Me too.”
She moves off me, gasping when she looks down. There’s blood between her legs and covering my cock mixed with my cum. “I’m sorry.”
I stand, pulling her into a hug. “Baby, it’s natural. Don’t apologize for giving me the best sex of my life.”
She gives me a shy grin. “Do you mean that?”
“Hell, yeah. Now, let’s get showered so my old ass can go to sleep early. We have our meeting with Indira tomorrow morning.”
Zoe pulls my face down to hers and kisses me. “I’m so glad you got drunk and married me,” she teases.
“Me too.”
Marrying Zoe is my favorite drunken mistake because it’s turned out to be anything but a mistake.