Chapter 1
brUCE - ABOUT A YEAR LATER
After so many years of feeling like life’s punching bag, it’s amazing how fast things can turn around for me. I finally got the girl, the family, the house, and the land, even if it’s just the couple acres I bought back from Mama Louise. I’m the luckiest fucker that ever lived.
Well, other than Brody. He’s pretty damn lucky his shit worked out too, but I ain’t thinking about him right now. Nope, after all these years of worrying about my family, I’m letting them live their own lives, loved but not clung to. I’m focusing on my lottery-winning dream of a life.
I may not have a bank account with a bonus comma in it, but I am so damn rich… in love. And from love, in life. And family. A new family, the one I’ve dreamed about and is now by some miracle mine.
I stretch out in bed, not the least bit ashamed that instead of sandpaper thread count discount store sheets that I can see my leg hairs through, I’m wallowing like a pig in slop on luxurious Egyptian cotton now.
Only the best for Al, and I get the benefits by default.
The sun is already high in the sky and I can’t remember the last time I slept past sunrise, but today is a special day.
It’s our anniversary.
Not of our wedding, though that day was perfect with Katelyn helping Allyson get everything just right. I look around our bedroom, remembering that day.
We’d waited until the spring when the ground thawed and the construction crew could start building this house.
And when they’d had only the foundation down, not even a stick of lumber for walls, we’d told them to give us a couple of weeks.
Right there on the foundation of our home, we began the foundation of our marriage by exchanging vows.
I chuckle at how people react when Allyson tells them that. Faces tend to get all scrunched like they smell a nasty fart, or confusion at why we’d do something so weird when we could’ve easily had the wedding at the resort where Katelyn is the Event Planner.
But it was beautiful and what Allyson wanted, and what my girl wants, she gets. Katelyn was fully on board, Mama Louise said she knew a few tricks she could use to help out, and that was that. Of course I agreed, it felt special to her because it did to me too.
Katelyn had coordinated the Bennett boys and my brothers to lay out rugs over the plywood subfloor, build an antique door with curtains and flowers as our ceremony backdrop, and set up a mish-mash of chairs for our small gathering of witnesses.
And as the sun set over the land around our new home, we’d had our perfect start, a new beginning to a life that I love.
But though the happy thoughts feel good washing through me, today’s not our wedding anniversary. It’s something much more important.
No, today is the anniversary of the first date we went on in high school. A lifetime ago, but an important piece of our twisted and rough journey to today.
Usually, I’d be all over planning something for Al, maybe even something for the three of us to do. Cooper loves to be my wingman and help me figure out fun things that’ll make his mom smile, though I think he might be the one that prefers the muddin’ trips he suggests, not Allyson.
But this time, she’d told me to leave it all to her.
So that’s how I’ve started the day sleeping in past sunrise - she got all my chores covered by the other guys. I grin, knowing that while I’ve been snoozing, they’re hours in to the day’s work. One more stretch and a scratch to my balls, and I make a move to sit upright.
Where is Al anyways? If I was the one planning today’s activities, they damn sure would’ve started with her coming on my cock, but her side of the bed is empty and cool.
With a couple of blinks, I wake fully and realize I need to piss.
After a quick trip to our bathroom, attached to our bedroom like we’re fancy shit, I pull on loose boxers to track down my wife.
As soon as I open our bedroom door, I can hear music playing softly and Allyson humming to the tune. I sneak down the hall, no easy feat for a big fucker like me, and peek around the doorway.
She’s swaying in her cotton nightgown, not exactly dancing but just letting the music move through her as she… packs a backpack?
What is she up to?
I almost ask the question out loud, but I grit my teeth to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the show.
I don’t know the song, but it’s something bluesy and it apparently makes Allyson feel like hip-bumping her way towards the pantry, then body-rolling her way back to the backpack.
I’m so hypnotized by her ass that I miss whatever treat she packed for us.
But I don’t miss my chance to push her up against the counter, my rock-hard cock pressed to the cradle of her ass. “Good morning, Mrs. Tannen.”
She grinds back against me. “Good morning, Mr. Tannen. Sleep well?”
I nip at her ear then soothe the bite with a sucking kiss. Sleep well? Always. But now I want more, so I whisper hotly in her ear. “I did. Right up until I woke up alone and hard, without my wife’s wet pussy to slip into for a proper wake up.”
She looks over her shoulder, bottom lip caught in her teeth and flames licking in her eyes.
I’m not a pretty man, especially not first thing in the morning with a muss of bedhead, prickly beard hair going every which way, and bad breath.
Allyson never gives a fuck, always looking at me like she wants to climb me like a ten-foot pole and wrap her legs around my head till I suffocate, which sounds like a fine fucking plan to me anytime.
Of course, I feel the same way about her.
She’s sexy in whatever she wants to wear, whether she’s gussied up for a night out, prim and professional for work, filthy from chores around the farm, or my favorite, this look right here.
Hair half-up and half-down, sleepy eyes, bare faced, and begging for me to fuck her without saying a damn word.
“Well, wakey-wakey.” Intention drips from the words.
“Where’s Cooper?” I growl darkly. As much as I’d like to, I’m not gonna fuck her right here in the kitchen if there’s a chance Cooper’s in the next room watching television or might wake up and decide to grab some cereal for breakfast. I love the kid, and don’t want to scar him by railing his mom somewhere we might get caught.
“With Shay, milking goats.”
She doesn’t even have the words out before I’m shoving my boxers down with one hand and lifting her nightgown up with the other. “Goddamn, Al. You’re not wearing panties. Bend over so I can get inside you.”
She lifts to her toes, laying her chest to the counter we picked out together. I can see the smile on her face even as her brow twists with need. My little minx planned this part of our day too, I think.
“Please, Bruce… fuck me.”
But two can play this game. I don’t slip inside her, as much as I want to.
Instead, I drop to my knees, placing a hand on her lower back to keep her still.
My other hand runs from her ankle to her ass, kneading and rubbing as I press kisses along the backs of her thighs.
I let my breath whisper against her core.
“You want me to fuck this pussy, baby? You want my cock right here? Or maybe…?” I let the question taper off as I lick a long line through her slit.
Her cry of pleasure is my favorite song, the one I want to hear every single day for the rest of my life. Her legs spread further apart, giving me access as she bucks her hips back for more.
I grab her cheeks in both hands, my face buried in her as I fuck her with my tongue.
She tastes so sweet and earthy, all at the same time, and I want to drown in her honey.
But I replace my tongue with one of my thick fingers, finding that grooved spot I know drives her wild, and lick the nub of her clit.
Faster and harder I work her body, knowing just what she needs. Not that she’s shy about telling me.
She’s keening loudly, mewling and moaning. “Oh my god, Bruce. Yes, right there… fuuuuck…” In a long cry, she detonates, shaking and quivering as she comes gloriously.
She’s still panting when I stand up behind her. “Hang on, Al.”
Her noodle arms move, her hands going to the edge of the counter and with my hands on her hips, I shove into her in one harsh thrust, bottoming out deep inside her.
She hisses, walking that line of pleasure and pain, and I watch her carefully as I fuck her raw and rough.
“That’s it, take all of me. Take my cock, baby. ”
I can feel her velvety walls gripping me tight, milking me like her pussy’s hungry for my cum.
I slam into her, pulling and pushing her hips with my every stroke, both fucking her and making her fuck me back.
My tough girl can take it though, she likes us wild and reckless as much as she likes it soft and sweet.
“Come again.” The demand is an order, and though she thrashes her head back and forth, trying to tell me no, her body is primed and on the edge.
I strum her clit once and she explodes again, her hips going wild as she fucks me and cries out in pleasure.
I hang on, trying to stay deep inside her to feel the spasms of her walls against my cock and with that tight squeeze, I shatter too, pumping out rope after rope of sticky cum. “Fuck, Al. Yessss…”
She collapses against the counter, me holding her up with my hips, still impaled inside her. Laying soft kisses across her shoulder blade and down her spine, my words murmur against her skin. “Good morning, baby.”
Her cheek is pressed to the counter, making her look a little like a sexy chipmunk and she mumbles something that vaguely sounds like ‘good morning’ back.
I can’t help but chuckle, but I also playfully smack her ass in warning and to keep her from drifting off.
“No napping. Whatcha got planned for us today?”