Chapter 21 #2
We devour the pasta, because it is the stuff of dreams. He claims homemade alfredo sauce is incredibly simple, but I doubt I’d ever be able to replicate it to this level.
I taught myself how to cook in order to survive from a very young age, and there was a ton of trial and error to just make basics like the egg in a hole breakfast I love.
I ate purely to live. Gage has taught me how cooking and eating can be a love language, as well as something to savor.
If he has anything to say about it, the people in his orbit live to eat.
The man also always cooks like he’s feeding an army, no matter how many people are eating, so we’ll have plenty of leftovers.
Luckily, I’m a firm believer in pasta tasting even better the next day.
“I wonder how Lyra and Taran’s wedding is going, everyone must be fed and partying right now,” Gage says with a smile.
I’ve only met the two of them a handful of times, but they look so in love.
Their wedding is tonight, and they wanted to keep it very intimate on the beach with only their immediate family and closest friends.
Carlo is the best man, he’s been so ridiculously happy for his best friend.
Gina is matron-of-honor and is equally giddy for her best friend of over twenty-five years, so the kids are with her family tonight
“Tania texted me a few photos, it looks like such a beautiful night!” I say as I pick up my phone to show him.
Local summer at the Jersey Shore is some of the best beach time there is from Labor Day until about mid September.
It’s a gorgeous, sunny day and the pictures taken during golden hour give everything an ethereal light.
He just smiles, and shakes his head happily at the joyous couple posing.
“How’s your dad feeling now?” I ask, twirling the last bit of fettuccine on my plate around my fork.
It’s been four days since Julio fell. The bruising on his hip has made walking slightly painful, but the physical therapist recommended some easy exercises to help get it back in shape.
“He’ll be good as new in no time. I still can’t believe he’s retiring. It’s one of those things I’ve been preparing for, but find myself completely unprepared when the time actually comes. He is that bar.”
“It shows how much faith he has in you. He knows you’ll take the best care of it and keep moving it forward,” I reassure him.
He hums his acknowledgement, squeezing my hand in thanks. His warm brown eyes move to my mouth, those soft lips of his tilting up in a sly smile.
“You’ve got a little alfredo right here,” he says, his thumb gently wiping the right corner of my mouth.
Oh, he wants to play. I turn my head to suck his thumb into my mouth, letting my tongue dart out to lick the pad.
His groan is so damn satisfying when I let it go with a little pop.
“Is there something you need, husband? You’ve been so good that you deserve a reward,” I croon.
“I’d really love a reward, wife,” he breathes.
Giving him a smirk, I get up from my chair, and part his legs before kneeling down in between them.
He starts to practically pant as I move the waistband of his athletic shorts and boxer briefs down enough to get him free.
His pretty cock is so rock hard in my hand, precum dripping from the tip already.
I may be the one kneeling in front of him, but the fact that I’ve made him this way is its own enormous rush of power and control.
I tease him with my tongue, swirling it around the tip and into his slit. His hips jerk involuntarily on a guttural moan.
“Please, mi vida,” he begs.
The endearment does me in.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I coo, before taking him fully in my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He tastes so good, that intoxicating mix of salty and musky heat flooding my senses.
His little whimpers and moans fuel me to take him even deeper, make me want to lavish him with all of the pleasure he deserves. It’s not too long before I feel him start to pulse in my mouth, and hear his breaths grow frantic.
“Shit, where do you want me?” he grunts.
The fact that he asks every time we’ve done this is the biggest turn on. I just suck harder until I feel that warmth hit my throat as he comes on a shout of my name. Once he calms down, he cards his hands through my hair, looking down at me with what can only be described as adoration.
“I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve you, but I’m glad I did it,” he whispers.
His eyes are pure fire when he says it, the warm brown now a molten amber, roaming my face as if to catalogue every single inch. Fear and elation fill me in equal measure. I pull the front of his shorts back into place, get up from my knees, and cup his face.
“You might end up regretting ever meeting me, who knows what will happen with us,” I whisper back.
He shakes his head as he looks up at me from his seat in the chair, cupping my face back and bringing his forehead to mine.
“No matter what happens, I would never regret you. The way you came busting into my life, and stirred up everything I thought I knew about myself, has changed me forever. I couldn’t ever regret that. You’ve made me a better man,” he asserts.
His thumb gently coasts over my cheek, catching the tear that I didn’t even realize had fallen. My husband is the first man to ever make me repeatedly cry out of happiness.
“You’ve changed me, too, in more ways than I can count. I’ve never experienced anything like the care you’ve shown me. I’m scared to death, Gage, but I’m in this. I want us to be a real couple. The dating, the fighting, learning every little quirk about each other, I want all of it.”
“You have it,” he rasps, before kissing me deeply.
It’s slower, so sweet, and filled with all of the emotions we don’t have the vocabulary to verbalize.
Wordlessly, I grab his hand and lead him upstairs, the birds chattering at us as we pass the aviaries. They’re obviously mad to be left out.
“What we’re about to do is not for your eyes, sorry sweet birds,” I mutter.
Gage laughs behind me.
“You make it sound so menacing. Am I about to get eaten alive?”
He sounds ridiculously and adorably delighted by the prospect.
“Devoured,” I confirm, squeezing his hand.
“What a wonderful way to go.”