Honeymoon Day 3 - November 6th
BEN
"Holy fuck!"
Lainey straightens from tying her shoes and turns to face me. "What?"
"No, no, no. Do more of that." I take her by the shoulders and bend her back over, taking in the sight of her ass.
“What’s wrong with you?” She laughs, looking over her shoulder at me, her hands braced on her thighs.
"Baby, what kind of leggings are these? Jesus. You can’t do this me. I can’t take it."
Her grin breaks wide. She tries to right herself, but I push her back down and run my hands over the rounded globes, giving her cheeks a hard squeeze.
"Would you stop?" She stands, still laughing. "They're my workout leggings."
Like hell. "There's no way you're going to the gym wearing those. Every guy there will stare at your ass."
She gives me a sassy look.
"I'm serious, Lainey. Fuck." I try to check out her fine ass again .
She playfully pushes at me. "Okay, they might be butt enhancing leggings. They give my flat girlie a little oomph."
"Your girl doesn't need enhancing. She’s perfect the way she is."
A crooked grin forms as she raises her brows at me. "The tent in your pants says otherwise. I think the leggings are doing their job."
"Baby, I always have a tent in my pants when it comes to you." I stalk toward her until I have her backed up against the front door. "And your mighty fine ass in those tight pants reminded me I haven't been inside your pussy in eight hours." I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull down.
"Eli and Chandler are supposed to be here any minute.” Her hands press against my chest. “I gotta leave before they see me."
I'm seriously regretting keeping the tee time we made at my mom's birthday celebration.
"Eli’s never on time, and Chandler’s picking him up. Plus, we have fifteen minutes. I'll be done in five." I yank her leggings and shoes completely off and start working my belt.
"Five whole minutes? You sure know how to woo a girl."
I shove my pants past my knees, not bothering to take them off, and push her fully against the door. I spread her legs, and my finger easily slips inside her. "Baby, you're already wooed." I fuck her a few times with my finger, and her eyes flutter close. "Now I'm going to rock your world."
I wrap her leg around my waist and line my cock at her entrance. She cants her hips and wraps her other leg around me. I thrust up, my eyes shutting at the tight squeeze I’ll never tire of.
"Fuck, yes." Her head falls back against the door.
"That's right. Take my cock like a good little wife."
"Give it to me harder."
"Shit. Fuck. " This woman will be the beautiful fucking death of me .
“As you wish, baby.” I give her exactly what she asks for and fuck her so hard the door’s banging on the hinges. I bury my face into her neck, murmuring dirty sweet nothings as she moans and urges me on. Then she clenches around me, and I'm lost.
"Come now. Come all over my cock."
And my hot as fuck wife obeys. She screams through her release and that's all it takes for me to lose it. I swear we're going to knock the door down as I pump into her, filling her with my cum. When it comes to her, I turn absolutely primal. Fucking feral. The idea of my cum filling her—marking her as mine—I need it as much as I need air. We fall into each other, the room overly silent except for the rushes of our labored breaths.
When we finally separate, she says, "Well, you got my heart rate up."
“I did. Go crawl back into bed and relax. No need to go to the gym. I’ll work you out again when I get home." And revel in every fucking second.
She gives me an exasperated yet playful look. "I've been flat on my back for three days. I’ve got to get out and move."
"Baby, you've moved plenty, and I recall several times when you weren't on your back at all."
"Stop it." She picks up her leggings and shuts herself in the bathroom. I pick up my pants and follow her.
"Hey, let me in. I need to clean up, too. We're married. It's okay if you pee in front of me."
"No, it's not. We're in the honeymoon stage."
I chuckle. "Fine."
A minute later, the door opens and those fantastic leggings are back on, hugging the thighs I’ve love to be between. Her hair’s a tangled mess, and her face is flushed. "The freshly fucked look suits you. Keep it on so the men staring at your ass at the gym know you're taken. "
She frowns like she thinks I'm being ridiculous, but there's a twinkle in her eyes while she's doing her best not to smile. She's been like this a lot since we started honeymooning—carefree and relaxed. Happy. I love it.
Hell, I love her.
I wish I could tell her and not freak her the fuck out. For now, I'm going to enjoy this time together. I lean down and give her lips a quick kiss before gently smacking her ass on my way into the bathroom. She pretends to be outraged, but the curl of laughter gives her away.
I clean up and straighten my clothes, though my pants are more wrinkled than before. I pull my golf clubs from the hall closet. With my lease up on my apartment in December, my father offered me his house. I wasn't sure I wanted to live in the same place I grew up in, the one my mom was sick in, but it's hard to pass up a great house that's paid for. Plus, I really didn't like the idea of selling it. Since Dad moved in with Kathleen, we decided to make it our honeymoon house. And I really love having Lainey here with me. I've talked to her about what I'd like to do to update it, and she even went with me to the paint store to pick out swatches, which are taped up on the walls. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want to make this place ours .
When I return to the living room, Lainey has her shoes on and her overnight bag over her shoulder.
"You could leave some clothes here so you're not going back every day," I offer, wishing she’d move in with me. I want her here, every night curled up in my arms, and every morning when I wake.
Her smile dims as she seems to think this over. "I suppose I could do that. I'd be living out of a suitcase if this was a real honeymoon."
I wish the fact she doesn't think this is real didn't sting. I just have to remind myself that this was our agreement—one I came up with. "Right."
"Okay, I need to go before Chandler gets here and sees my car." She opens the front door. "Oh, shit."
Lainey's curse has me looking up to see Eli leaning on the half wall of the front porch, starting a slow clap with a knowing smirk on his lips. Chandler’s standing next to him, but his head’s dipped, avoiding our gazes.
"Fuck," I mutter.
"I'd say," Eli says with a huge grin.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"I caught the whole show." He hooks his thumb toward Chandler. "This one plugged his ears and ran."
"Oh, my God." Lainey covers her face with her hands.
"Lainey, if we could avoid looking at each other for a few days, that would be great," Chandler says, his head still down.
"Works for me." She turns to me. "Bye."
Her gaze goes to my mouth like she wants to kiss me goodbye but decides against it. So, I grab her by the waist and press a quick kiss to her lips. "See you later."
The blush on her cheeks deepens and she rushes off. Once she's shut inside her car, Chandler looks at me. "What the fuck, man? You're supposed to be getting an annulment, not having a freaking honeymoon ."
"Whoa, wait!" Eli pushes off the wall. "You're fucking married?"
"Jesus." I run a hand down my face. I totally forgot to warn Chandler not to mention my marriage to Eli. I knew I should have canceled this tee time. Now I've got four-plus hours of listening to them giving me shit ahead of me. I go grab my clubs and step out on the porch.
"You got married in Vegas and never told me?” Eli demands. “That was over a week ago. "
"Been a little busy."
Eli gives me a murderous look. "You couldn't come up for air from fucking your wife to give your best friend the news? Hell, I would have settled for a text.”
Chandler groans. "Is it too early for beer?"
"It's beer o'clock as soon as we step on the golf course." And I’m having several.
"Thank God."
"Um, hello?" Eli waves a hand in my face. "Are you just going to ignore me?"
I sigh. "I'll tell you everything in the car if you'll stop fucking yapping at me."
Eli thankfully shuts up. Once we're in the car, I tell him everything about Vegas and fill them both in on what's happened since we got back—minus the sexy details.
"Wait. She wants an annulment, but you convinced her to have a honeymoon first?" Eli asks.
"It's not like I twisted her arm. She's a willing participant."
Chandler glances at me from the driver's seat. "You know this is an epically bad idea, don’t you?"
"I don't know. Feels pretty good right now." I smirk at him, and he winces and shakes his head. Yeah, I’m in trouble. It's only been three days, and I already don't want this to end. I knew I was putting my heart on the line when I suggested it, I just have to hope that in the end, it'll remain intact.
We make it all the way to the ninth hole when I putt an Eagle before Lainey’s brought up again.
"Damn, man. Married life clearly agrees with you. Your golf game’s never been better," Eli says. "Or maybe it's all the regular p—"
"Stop." I glare at him.
"You realize I heard your dirty talk."
"Eli.” I glare, my tone full of warning .
"Fine." He shoves his putter into his bag, and we all get into the cart.
"What exactly is your end game?" Chandler asks. He's on his third beer, so I'm now the cart driver. "Do you think Lainey will magically decide she wants to stay married after this so-called honeymoon?"
"I don't have an end game."
Chandler gives me a doubtful look. "Don't give me that. I know you don't want the annulment."
He’s one-hundred percent correct, but I don't say anything. I love Lainey and I'm married to her. Why would I want to end it? Yeah, I get that it's too soon. That doesn't mean it won't work. She's my best friend. She's the best lover I've had by far. She's everything I've always wanted in a partner. I'm happy. She's happy. It's meant to be, damn it.
"See! I'm right." He points at me. "It's written all over your face."
I give him a look but remain quiet.
"The honeymoon will end, and the reality of the situation will come bearing down on her again. She’s not going to change her mind, Ben,” he says gently.
Okay, maybe that's the fear I refuse to recognize. Maybe I'm living in a fantasy. But maybe, just fucking maybe, the fantasy can become a new reality. One where we belong together.