Chapter 24
Max
“Max…” The way she whimpered my name, rousing from sleep, turned my cock to stone.
Maybe I should’ve gotten up and made her breakfast in bed, but damn if I didn’t wake from one dream into an even better one. Daisy. In my bed. As my wife.
To hell with being a gentleman, I’d decided, sliding my hand from its hold on her naked hip, along the seam of her belly, and then down between her thighs. I was going to wake her up as her husband. As the man who’d waited four years to have her, and who wasn’t going to waste a single second more.
“Shhh,” I cooed, pressing my lips to the corner of her neck just below her ear. “Just relax, my little wife.” God, I loved how she responded to that nickname.
Daisy let out a deep sigh, settling back against me with a soft moan as I stroked her slick slit.
“That’s it,” I praised, sliding her leg over my hip to give me better access to her core.
As soon as I thumbed her clit, her breath caught. “Max,” and then released, “I don’t…I can’t…” She grabbed for my wrist, trembling as she tried to stop me from pleasuring her. Her attempt was halfhearted. By the time she held my wrist, she was pressing my hand harder rather than pulling it away.
“You can,” I promised, easing my middle finger inside her slick heat.
I felt her stiffen, her muscles sore from the way I’d stretched them last night.
“You took me so good last night, little wife.” I couldn’t resist the temptation to feel her muscles flutter around me.
“You deserve to be spoiled this morning.”
She moaned low and throaty as I rubbed her clit. I gritted my teeth as her body started to rock into my hand—and then back against my stiff cock.
“Max.” She shuddered. “I want you.”
“Later. You’re too sore this morning,” I growled, sliding my fingers faster. Harder. “And I’m too hungry.”
In one smooth movement, I slid down her body and wedged myself between her thighs, my mouth sinking onto the sweetness I’d been craving.
“Max!” Daisy cried out, gripping my head and bucking.
I smiled against her cunt, lapping at the sweet desire that coated my tongue before I set on her swollen clit. I could get used to waking up like this. No, I would get used to waking up like this, to enjoying every inch of my delicious wife before I shared her with the world.
“Oh god, Max. Yes…” she panted, her nails scoring my scalp when I started to suck on her clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing for more of what I wanted to give.
Her nails scraped and clawed at my head as I worked her over with my mouth.
Sucking. Flicking. And biting just hard enough to turn my name into a chant.
It only took minutes before her desire ran down my chin, her body trembling in its rush toward release.
My cock swelled painfully, hanging heavy between my legs.
I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to sink into her tight heat and never leave.
But it was too soon. Too soon for it not to be more pain than pleasure.
So I’d settle for eating the sweetest pussy known to man…which wasn’t settling at all.
“Max. Max…” Her body bowed, and I quickly supported her hips with my grip. I drew her clit between my lips again and sucked on it slowly, pulling harder and harder, bringing her higher and higher, until she shattered, and her desire flooded against my mouth.
Groaning, I lapped her pussy, savoring every drop of her sweet release until I felt the tension start to seep from her limbs, and her hands sagged from my head.
“You taste so sweet, my little wife,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her slit. “I could eat you for every meal.”
She let out a whimpered laugh. “I don’t think I’d survive that for very long.”
I lifted my head, meeting her eyes over her stomach, and grinned, “I’d make sure you did.” Tipping forward, I pressed another kiss to the top of her stomach and murmured, “Time for breakfast, Daze.”
She sighed softly, but as I climbed from the bed, she surprised me by grabbing my wrist. “What’s wrong?”
I’d know that stubborn stare anywhere, and I watched it lower from my gaze down to my groin. “I’m not getting up until you let me take care of you,” she insisted and then licked her lips.
Fuck.
I grabbed my length and blew out a hiss of pain. I should have more control than this. I usually did. But I usually wasn’t fucking the woman of my dreams.
“You want more of my cum?”
She nodded, so damn eager.
“So greedy for me,” I ground out, pumping my length. “Hungry for more of my cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned, and my cock pulsed. “Please, Max.”
“Eyes on me, my little wife,” I growled, turning toward her and starting to pump my length. “And stick out that pretty little tongue.”
She unrolled the pink velvet carpet to her mouth and held my stare until I painted it white.
“How do we tell your family?”
My eyes flicked over the console. Daisy sat with her arms around her stomach, her gaze pinned somewhere out the window.
“Tell them what?” I was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but I asked anyway.
Daisy turned, pink flushing all the way down her neck. “That we’re…us.”
Us.
I hit the blinker and shifted in the seat. Just hearing her call us us made my dick hard.
“I don’t think we need to tell them, Daze.”
“Oh.”
I reached over and caught her hand, dragging her knuckles to my lips and holding them there as I spoke, “I’m pretty sure they already know.”
“Oh.” Her expression settled. “Did Harper…”
“I forbade anyone from coming to the house all week,” I admitted roughly. “If they haven’t guessed why, then I’m pretty sure they’ve never known me.”
Her lips parted. “You…forbade them?”
“You think they’ve just been conveniently absent?” I teased with a low chuckle.
I’d wanted this woman for four years. You better believe I forbade visitors now that I finally had her.
I didn’t want anything disturbing our bubble.
Not work. Not my family. Not Todd’s family.
That was how I convinced her to let the rest of my delivery team take over our route for the week.
I told her I didn’t want to take the chance that Mary or one of her cronies would try to ambush her again.
The truth was now that I finally had her, there was no chance I was going to share her, at least not for a couple of days.
I lowered her hand back to her lap, keeping my fingers entwined with hers as I flashed her a wicked grin. “They wanted to bring food and gifts and…I wanted you to myself.”
Which was how we ended up here. On our way to Aurora’s birthday party at Aunt Ailene’s. Except it wasn’t a birthday party at all. It was a cover for the baby shower that Harper asked to throw Daisy. And only one of the many surprises I had in store for my beautiful wife.
She was six weeks out from her due date, and after just a handful of days living with her, I could tell she wanted to nest. I watched as she unpacked her things into my closet, organizing and reorganizing almost every day.
The fridge was now full, everything from milk to veggies carefully stacked and cornered into its own space.
When there was nothing left to organize, she’d started on a fresh batch of perfumes for the fundraiser.
Wildflowers and violets, and now the kitchen counter was covered in mason jars.
Yesterday, she’d asked to rearrange the living room furniture after we’d had dinner on the deck. I moved the couch three times before demanding she lose a piece of clothing for every piece of furniture I moved.
It didn’t take long before she was naked. Or before I had her hands on the back of the couch as I fucked her from behind.
“How very caveman of you,” she teased.
I gave her thigh a squeeze. “Not nearly as caveman as I’d like to be,” I murmured and then slid my hand down between her legs.
“Max!” Daisy gasped and clutched my wrist with both her hands, her laugh becoming a choked sound when my fingers brushed her pussy. “We can’t—”
I silenced her with a look. “Lean the seat back.” I watched her throat bob, and then she slid her hand to the side of the seat. A second later, the soft hum of the motor tipped her seat back. “Lift your dress for me, little wife.”
I made no secret of how much I enjoyed the baggy dresses she favored—and how easy they made things like this. And Daisy made no secret of favoring them more since I explained in great detail, with a demonstration, how much I liked them.
“Thank you,” I murmured with polite irony, sliding my hand along her creamy thigh and brushing my knuckles over her sex. “What kind of husband would I be if I left you all wet and needy like this?”
“Max…” Her voice turned into a garbled moan as I stroked her.
I knew it wouldn’t take much. She was so damn hypersensitive all the time now, it felt like all I had to do was look at her and she was wet for my dick. And I couldn’t get enough.
“Perfect, Daze,” I growled, hooking my finger under the edge of her underwear and tugging it to the side. A groan shredded through my lips when my fingers slid through her slick folds. “So fucking perfect.”
“Max…” she whimpered, clutching my biceps, clawing at my muscles through my shirt as I worked her swollen little clit hard and fast.
“That’s it, baby,” I cooed, spinning the steering wheel with one hand and turning onto my aunt’s driveway.
“Max!” she gasped when I stopped, her fingers curling hard into my arm. “W-what are you doing?” She panted. “We’re almost there.”
The house drew closer, the rest of my family’s cars already parked out front.
“Just in case they had any doubt why I wanted them to stay away from the house these last few days,” I rumbled and turned to her, bringing my slick fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean. “I want to make sure they don’t anymore.”
“No—” She grabbed for the door—not to get out, but to have something to hold on to when I reached my hand back between her legs, finding her needy clit and tugging on it.
“What was that, Daze?” I asked, pinching her clit between my fingers and then flicking it with my thumb.
She pressed into the seat, her eyes practically rolling back in her head.
“Do you want me to stop?” Not a chance. She was so fucking soaked.
Her head thrashed.
“Tell me.”
“N-no,” she blurted out, chugging in a deep breath as her hips started to jerk.
“Good.” I stroked faster, my fingers sliding so easily over her, it was insane. “Because you’re so ready to come.”
“Yes.” She clutched my arm, bucking against my hand. “Yes, Max. Yes.”
With a growl, I leaned over the console and stuck my free hand around her neck, forcing her head to turn until our foreheads touched.
“That’s it, Daisy. Show them who you belong to.”
The first strain of her cry made it through her lips before I covered them with mine, swallowing her scream as she came all over my fingers.
“That’s my good little wife.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. And then her nose. Finally, her forehead before sitting back in my seat.
I moved her underwear back into place and then reached for the waist of my pants, my cock caught painfully against my leg.
I had my zipper down and my hand in my briefs when I felt her stare, all hot and horny.
“See what you do to me, Daze,” I rumbled, already tugging my underwear down so she could see my thick erection. The way she stared, I couldn’t stop myself from pumping my cock, swearing I could come from that stare alone. “Makes me so fucking hard to watch you come like that.”
Her pupils blew wide when I took my fingers that were still wet from her orgasm and ran them up and down my length. “We should go inside.” Before I lost the last of my mind and took her to the bed of my truck instead.
“But you—”
“Will be fine,” I promised, tucking my dick under the waistband of my briefs and then zipping up my jeans. Looking at her, I added with a wink, “At least until later.”