Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dylan
We’d only been home for two days when Jackson and Pete invited us out on a double date. I missed Pete and we had so much to tell them, so agreeing had been a no brainer, especially when we would get our next case tomorrow.
“Is it wrong of me to feel sort of relieved we won’t be able to talk about work with Jackson there?” Mike said, buttoning his light blue dress shirt.
I smiled at him as I pulled on my own shirt, mine a dark green. “We can still talk about their work,” I reminded him with a widening grin.
My handsome boyfriend just glared at me. “It’s a good thing your ass is all healed, perhaps you need a spanking when we return home.”
“Oh, do I?” I purred, backing him up against our bathroom sink.
He swallowed and nodded. “You do.”
Sighing, I pouted. “Why do we need to see them again?”
Mike just laughed and batted me aside. “Because I miss my brother and best friend, and I know you miss Pete, too.”
Sighing again, I nodded. “I do. He also told me they had news to share, so I’m sort of dying of curiosity.”
“And we can’t have that,” he laughed, walking into our bedroom.
We finished getting ready and then we drove to the Chinese restaurant Pete loved called Spring Roll.
I could tell Mike looked forward to it, especially after he’d reminded me that he hadn’t had any Chinese for over two years.
It was about damn time he was treated to a buffet of all the delicious options.
They even had a soft ice-cream machine that I wanted to play around with.
Pete and Jackson were already there when we showed up, looking like love sick fools as they held hands and ignored everything around them. I loved that for my bestie.
“Hey!” I greeted, interrupting the lovely moment and all but pulling Pete out of his chair to hug him.
“Dylan!” he squealed, hugging me back tightly.
“I’ve been following your blog and OMG can we please talk about that pic you snapped from your cabin with the strawberries?
The window in the background with all the snow and the wood stove in the corner burning away.
” He let out a dreamy sigh. “I’ve already told Jackson that we need to go there next year. ”
Mike stepped over to us, stealing Pete from me as he suggested, “Please try the restaurant close by, they have the most amazing hot chocolate.”
“Mike!” Pete exclaimed, hugging his brother. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better,” Mike replied honestly, his lips tipped into a soft smile.
Jackson threw an arm around Mike’s shoulder and side hugged him. “Maybe a vacation was just what you needed, huh?”
We’d told Jackson that the Denmark trip had been exhausting and our vacation to Norway had been because of that.
With Mike having been gone for almost two years in Africa, the need to have a week’s vacation was understandable and it truly was needed.
Mike was so much happier now and actually looked forward to getting our next case.
Rino had also respected his clear refusal to banish ghosts, something I could tell had eased some of the tension my sweet boyfriend carried.
We soon all sat in front of plates filled with delicious smelling food. As we began eating, I could tell from the looks Pete and Jackson shared that they were about to tell us something big.
Pete placed his knife and fork down and faced us, his left hand resting on Jackson’s lap under the table. “We wanted to tell you this the last time we saw you, but because you two had just started dating then, it felt wrong to bring it up.”
I suppressed the urge to ask if Pete was pregnant, and waited for him to continue.
“We’re engaged!” he exclaimed, showing off his ring with a beaming smile.
“Congratulations!” I gushed, looking at Pete’s ring, I then turned my head to Mike and felt my insides get all mushy. He was trying so hard not to cry, my precious Mike.
He looked at his little brother and Jackson, a quivering smile on his lips. “I can’t even express how happy I am that you two got together. I couldn’t see it at first, as you very well know, but you are perfect for each other. There’s no doubt there.”
“Thank you,” Pete whispered, glancing lovingly at his fiancé. “Jackson truly makes me happy.”
They shared a kiss that Mike just couldn’t watch so instead he looked at me, squeezing my thigh as we basked in this feeling of happiness.
Pete and Jackson were getting married and Mike and I were bonded together forever.
My life was perfect now. I’d gone from getting odd jobs, to finally having a stable one.
Mike had fought to get his degree so he could make money doing what he loved and now, even with his medium abilities, he still got to do what he loved, letting me tag-along on all the adventures.
“And you complete me, baby,” Jackson whispered, making me cough loudly so they wouldn’t forget they had an audience.
“Sorry,” Pete looked sheepish. “Tell us everything about Norway and Denmark.”
And so, we did, keeping the ghost parts out of it.
We mentioned the castle we’d visited, and how wonderful it seemed as a wedding venue.
Maybe Mike and I would get married there one day.
One could hope. Then I showed them the pictures I’d taken of the food we’d eaten, and then we ended the tale with our snow fight and it was coincidentally there that Jackson declared that we all had to go together next year.
I did not trust the grin that had taken over his face. Not one bit.
“I can’t wait,” I replied, already gearing up for my next fight.
“And there’s a spa too,” Mike told them. “We didn’t get to try it this time, but it should be amazing.”
“Sounds like it with the cold weather outside,” Pete agreed. “What about the cabins? Are they comfortable enough with heating and the beds?”
We both nodded. “They’re cozy and warm, and the view is amazing,” I gushed, already longing to return, but I’d promised Mike that our next vacation would be somewhere warm.
We could afford two vacations a year easily with our salary, and we even planned on staying for more days whenever we travelled somewhere fun, paying for the extra days ourselves.
“But enough about us,” Mike said, grabbing a spring roll with his fingers. “When are you getting married?”
I left the restaurant with a blushing Mike.
Maybe I should’ve texted Jackson about where to buy more whips and not just blurted the question out before leaving.
In my defense, I had pictured Mike spanking me ever since he’d threatened me with a good time as we’d left for the restaurant.
Not my fault I had to make sure we had enough toys to play with, and I didn’t trust the sites I’d found myself.
How would I know what would be safe to use and what would no doubt make Mike hate me?
As soon as the car door closed next to me, Mike growled, “You know this means I’ll have to punish you even more, right?”
Holy fuck. I turned to face him, likely wide-eyed and slightly manic looking. “Where the fuck did that come from? And more importantly, how can I get more of this growly Mike?”
He rolled his eyes. “Just drive.”
“Yes, sir,” I grinned, doing my very best to drive safely even with my dick straining for attention against my zipper. A growling Mike was the sexiest thing ever.
We’d barely made it inside our apartment before Mike all but slammed me against the door, claiming my mouth with his. I melted into the door, fisting his jacket as if afraid he would let me go.
“I’ve got something fun planned. Get naked and wait on the bed,” he ordered and I swore as my knees gave way. He was trying to kill me!
In my haste to get naked, I sadly lost a button on my new dress shirt, but I didn’t have the patience for small annoying buttons, so whatever. I was fully naked now, hard as a rock and also impatient as I lay on our bed, waiting for Mike to join me.
The sight of him casually prowling through the door was enough to end me.
“You’re wearing my pants!” I exclaimed, sitting up and taking him in properly. He was in my leather pants, his chest and feet bare, our whip in hand. He smirked, already fully aware of how fucking sexy he looked in them. “We need to buy more pairs,” I said, mostly to myself, and he chuckled warmly.
“I figured you wouldn’t mind?” he teased, doing a spin so I could admire his ass.
“Not one bit,” I breathed, drinking him in.
“Good, now get on all fours. You need your punishment before I fuck you.”
Now, I could lie and say that I moved gracefully and all sexy like as I got into position, but we all knew I was lying.
By some miracle, I managed to get on all fours in mere seconds, making Mike laugh as he kneeled on the bed behind me.
I briefly feared he would torture me a little by waiting, but he didn’t.
A quick slap to my ass had me yelping in surprise.
When the second hit came, I moaned, already loving it.
I’d read that many had to endure it before the pleasure came, but not with us.
It seemed as once the pain had started, then the pleasure followed close behind.
“Fuuuck, you look good,” Mike groaned behind me, caressing my bruised butt. I was fully healed and enjoyed getting some attention back on my ass. I’d missed being fucked, and with my ass all sore from the spanking, I was sure it would be an interesting experience when he fucked into me.
Mike had meant it when he’d mentioned my punishment as he kept going, adding more pleasure and pain with each slap.
We sadly hadn’t been able to truly use the whip at the cabin, mostly because my ass wouldn’t have been able to handle it then, and my hands couldn’t hold the whip either.
Not that we hadn’t done anything fun once J?rgen had left, we just had to be more creative with our mouths.
My sexy man panted behind me, no longer whipping me but instead running his hands over my reddened cheeks.
“I need to fuck this hole now,” he whispered, spreading my cheeks and baring me completely.
I truly had no idea when this side of Mike had manifested.
Perhaps it had done him good being away from work for a while.
Or it could be that our bond had solidified further after our week away together.
No matter the reason, I was loving this side of him. Like I loved all sides of him.
“Please,” I begged, feeling both drained and wired.
He left the bed and I knew he was searching for the lube. While he fetched it, I leaned my head down on my pillow, resting for a bit as the nerves of anticipation kicked in.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts,” Mike said, almost like an order.
“I will,” I agreed. I doubted him fucking me would hurt more than the spanking, but perhaps he needed the reassurance.
After he’d worked me open, I heard the telltale sound of my leather pants protesting, then he cursed. “I can’t get these damned things off!”
“Leave them on,” I suggested, mostly because I was a needy mess and needed him to fuck me already, and partly because the image of him fucking me while wearing those pants… “Yeah, they’re staying on,” I decided firmly.
He chuckled warmly. “Oh, they are, are they now?”
“Hmm.”
“I guess I better get to it then,” he teased, but then he was behind me again, slowly easing into my hole as I grabbed the sheets, willing my dick to behave and not come to soon.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he breathed once he was fully sheathed inside of me.
“Me too, fuuuuck, me too,” I agreed, pushing back to get him moving. I could feel how close I was to coming, and like hell would I come alone.
His warm hands grabbed my hips tighter, his touch forceful and possessive.
I fucking loved it. He pulled out slowly, only to slam into me with full force.
I didn’t even get a chance to moan my appreciation before he did it again, and again.
It was like my Mike was possessed as he took full control of my body, wringing out pleasure so intense my fucking legs were shaking.
“I need you to fuck me tomorrow,” Mike demanded, his tone raspy as the sound of skin slapping against skin took over.
“With pleasure,” I said, trying for a purr but failing when my words came out all slurred as if I was drunk. Perhaps I was drunk on Mike.
He moved one hand, trailing it over my hip, then my thigh, and then.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned once he began stroking my dick.
I had no way of resisting any further, letting pleasure take over every inch of my skin as the pain on my whipped butt, combined with his brutal thrusts, pushed me over the edge and I came, spurting cum onto our sheets.
Mike was close behind, holding both my hips as he quickly chased his own pleasure, filling my ass with a long groan before slumping over my back, panting like he’d run a marathon.
“That was fucking amazing,” I slurred, allowing him to pin me down with his dead weight.
“It really was,” he agreed hoarsely, then he kissed my shoulder three times softly. “I’ll grab a wet towel. Be right back.”
I must’ve dozed off, because I woke to Mike snuggling back into me, making me the big spoon. I smiled into his neck and embraced him. “I love you,” I whispered into his ear before kissing his neck.
“And I love you,” he whispered back.
I closed my eyes with a smile on my face. Life was fucking wonderful now that I had Mike by my side.