National Happy Hour Day, Honeymoon Day 9 - November 12th
LAINEY
The Red Poppy is crazy busy. It's National Happy Hour Day, and the people are out for it. It doesn't hurt that Ben has some awesome drink specials. Watching him mix cocktail after cocktail, how smoothly he moves behind the bar…
So. Fucking. Hot.
With Josie and Harper here with me, I'm doing my best not to drool. Thankfully, they’re in the middle of some story, so I can take a moment to watch him.
He grabs the shaker and looks up, a scorching, dark look coming over his face as he starts shaking. I zero in on his folded-up sleeves and sexy forearms and immediately have to press my thighs together. He maneuvers the shaker in a jerk-off motion right as he finishes. My eyes go back to his face and his confident grin. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. He pours the drink and delivers it to the customer. A few minutes later I get a text.
Ben:
You like the way I shake, wife?
Me
You shake good. Real good.
I look up and see him smile at his phone.
Ben
Are you wet?
Me
Soaked.
Ben
Fuck. You weren't supposed to go that far. Now I'm going to have to mix drinks with a hard-on.
Me
Think you'll get a break? I can take care of that for you.
Ben
Jesus.
"What are you smiling at?" Harper says, and I jerk my gaze up. She looks from me to Ben as he slips his phone into his pocket. "Are you two texting each other?"
"No."
She casts me a doubtful look. "Have you filed for an annulment yet?”
Thankfully, Chandler has kept our honeymoon under wraps. I think he’s more worried about Harper having an aneurysm if she knew than he cares about protecting me. Harper is back in controlling mode. She sent me the link to get an annulment with instructions. Turns out we could have done it that last day if I'd stayed in Vegas.
I pick up my drink. “I’m working on it. ”
Just need to get through our fuckfest of a honeymoon first.
We've been going at it like the world’s about to end. Even with our different schedules, we've managed to do it at least twice a day. We finally had to take off yesterday to give our naughty bits a rest. But that didn't stop me from sleeping in his bed last night. He slipped into bed at some god-awful hour in the morning, kissed my neck and promised to lick me awake. I woke up first, fully intending to let him sleep, but he pulled me onto his face and told me to suffocate him. I gladly did.
"I still can't believe you got married without me,” Josie pouts. “I’ve waited my whole life to wear a bad bridesmaid dress and throw a raunchy bachelorette party.”
“You can throw her an annulment party instead,” Harper suggests with a pointed look at me.
I barely resist the urge to toss my drink at her. I’m getting really tired of her shit. Yes, the whole Vegas wedding was crazy and stupid. But it doesn’t feel wrong anymore. Actually, every day I spend with Ben is starting to feel more and more right.
“Seriously, Lainey, it doesn’t take this long to fill out a form. What’s stopping you?”
My husband’s amazing cock.
Oh, and the fact that I’m falling in love with him.
But I don’t want my sister’s head to explode. Or really admit to myself that this honeymoon has gotten completely out of hand.
“Harper, please stop. Ben and I are working on it.”
She huffs a sigh. “You can’t let Mom find out. This will kill her.”
A tingle of guilt fills me. I do hate lying about all this. And the stronger my feelings for Ben get, the more I worry about how my mom would handle it. Would it really be the end of the world if we stay together?
Thankfully, Jan comes up with a second round of drinks and distracts Harper and Josie away from my marriage. I glance back at the bar to see Ben talking with a woman. She’s leaning over the bar, all up in his space, and my stomach clenches. I’ve gotten better with my knee-jerk reactions since Labor Day, but I can’t seem to get rid of these queasy feelings when I see him flirt. The flirting I witness now is nowhere near what it used to be. It's light and sweet instead of leading and promising. He also got rid of the red napkins and pen, which this woman seems to have an issue with since there’s a black napkin dangling from her fingers.
Seeing the black napkins for the first time had me ducking into the bathroom before he could see me burst into tears. We haven’t talked about the gesture, but it was further proof that he’s serious changing his flirty ways. That he’s serious about me.
Lord, I’m in so much trouble with his man.
Whatever the woman says to Ben, it has him shaking his head. He flashes his hand and wiggles his ring finger at her. Fuck, that was so sexy. My pussy clenches as a swell of possessiveness rises in me.
She says something that makes his brows rise in surprise. But whatever it was, he didn’t like it. He leans forward, says something with an intent expression before retreating with a smirk on his face that screams he’s done with this conversation. But she apparently isn’t because she pulls something out of her purse then quickly pops halfway over the bar and stuffs something into his shirt pocket.
Oh. Hell. No.
He backs away, his expression clearly annoyed, but she flounces off before he can respond. His gaze zeroes in on me, a slight panic widening his eyes.
I glance at the woman, now with her friends laughing. Our gazes catch and she stills, glancing between me and Ben before sending me a smile that’s either flirty or cocky .
I look back at Ben, his whole body is rigid and emitting distress. I raise my brows at him and ease off the barstool. “Running to the bathroom,” I toss to the table, not waiting for a response.
Before I can even get to his office door, he grabs me by the elbow and spins me around. His blue gaze penetrating as he takes in my face just before he opens his office and shuts us inside.
He cages me in between him and the door. “Talk to me.”
“Is that what you really want?”
Confusion flashes across his face before determination takes over again.
“Wife.” His voice is rough with warning and my pussy practically purrs. She’s such a slut for the endearment.
I reach into his pocket and pull out a glossy business card, glancing at it “It seems Amy found a way around the black napkins.”
“I didn’t ask for that.”
I hold his gaze. “I know.”
His body relaxes enough to tell me he was worried. I twirl the card in between my fingers. “For a therapist, she doesn’t seem to have any moral issues with hitting on a married man.”
He smirks. “After she saw my ring, she told me my wife could watch.”
I stiffen. And resist the urge to march to her table and go all UFC on her.
He plucks the card from my fingers, tears it into pieces and lets them fall to the floor. “I told her I only fuck my wife.”
His hands grab my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Because my cock is yours. Only yours.” He presses his hips into mine, letting me feel exactly what’s mine.
My breath stutters .
“Feel that, wife? Every inch. It’s all yours.” He leans down, feathering kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe as I allow him more access. “Such a good husband.”
The sound he releases is deep and guttural. Animalistic. Fuck. I’m so turned on I’m feverish and lightheaded.
“You need to let me go.”
He pulls back, his eyes questioning.
I give him a saucy look. “I can’t show you good I own your cock unless I’m on my knees.”
His fiery gaze goes dark. He releases my hands and I sink to my knees. He hisses a curse as his hands sink into my hair. I work his jeans and underwear until his cock springs free. I’m practically panting to have his cock in my mouth. I lean forward and lick him from base to tip.
His grip tightens. “Fuck, Lainey.”
I swirl my tongue around his head, licking up his precum.
“That’s it, baby. Own me.”
I wrap my lips around him and suck hard before releasing him and very gently scraping my teeth against his velvety skin. He shudders, his fingers clenching my hair tighter.
I look up at him. “You want me to own this cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re going to let me fuck it. Brace your hands on the door.”
He groans as he follows my directions. I take his cock in my hands and slowly jerk him off. His hips thrust forward, and I stop. “Nope. You don’t move.”
He lets out a shuttered breath. “Yes, wife.”
Fuck. I love it when he dominates me, but I had no idea how much it would turn me on to be the one who dominates him. My pussy’s soaked and throbbing with need.
I press a chaste kiss to the head of his dick. “This cock is only mine,” I say, then take it fully in mouth, sucking him deep into my throat.
He lets out a guttural moan and his body tenses, as if he’s struggling to stop himself from moving. "That's it, wife. It’s yours. Take it all."
I lick, suck, and use my hand on him until his body’s vibrating with need. And that’s when I release him.
“Lainey,” he begs. I look up and his expression’s part pain, part need.
“Now I’m going to let you fuck my mouth. But you aren’t going to come until I do.”
His gorgeous blue eyes are practically gone, his pupils are so blown. Everything in his demeanor shows how tattered his control is. And it makes my pussy throb harder.
“Yes, wife.”
I almost come right then. Having him at my mercy like this is so damn sexy. He’s mine. Only mine .
I shimmy my skirt up over my hips until my pussy’s exposed, and he groans. “Fuck, you haven’t been wearing underwear this whole time.”
“Nope. And I’m so wet my thighs are slick.”
He groans. “Open your mouth. Now .”
I smirk.
“Please, wife.”
I lean forward and lick up the length of his cock. “My good husband,” I open my mouth, and he grips his cock, feeding it in as his other hand tangles into my hair.
“My naughty wife. This cock was made for your perfect mouth.”
I moan around him and his control snaps. He fucks me roughly, pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat over and over. His grip on my hair becomes almost painful. But I love it. My pussy aches so much I might come from the coarse, raw sounds he's making. I love how crazy I make him.
I put my hand between my legs, and I’m so wet my fingers slip right off. I try again, and my clit’s so sensitive it borders on pain, but it’s a sweet one.
“Yes, rub that pussy. Damn, I can hear how wet you are. You like owning this cock, don’t you, wife? Owning me.”
I moan and he almost pulls out of me before sinking back deep in my mouth. I want to edge myself, forcing him to do the same, forcing him to wait before he takes his pleasure. But I can’t. I need release. I need to feel his cum shoot down my throat.
“It’s all yours, Lainey. Every inch. Every drop of cum. It’s all fucking yours. Let me give it to you, baby. I want you to fucking suck me dry.”
His words immediately push me over the edge. I cry out around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me over and over. He groans, and I feel him swell inside me just before his cum fills my mouth. His thrusts become harder and faster as he rides out his climax and I suck every drop of him down. When he pulls out, he’s shuddering and bracing heavily against the door, his breath labored. After a moment, he pulls me up and presses me into the door, taking my mouth in a savage kiss.
He rips his mouth away from me so roughly, it’s as if he has to make himself do it or he never would. “I like tasting me on you.” He takes my chin and gently tilts it down so I’m looking between us.
“Look,” he demands. His cock is still jutting out, glistening from my mouth with a ring of red at the base from my lipstick. “Look at how you marked me, wife. So fucking pretty.”
My God. Every time he opens his mouth, he wrecks me.
He lets go of me, tucks his cock back into his boxer briefs, and pulls his jeans up. “It’s going to stay like that the rest of the night.”
Fuck.
Once he’s dressed, he kisses me roughly again, but when he pulls away this time, he presses his forehead to mine. “I’m yours.”
He tugs the hair at the base of my head as an exclamation mark on his statement before he moves around me and leaves. I brace myself against the door and bring a shaking hand to my lips, the delicate skin tingling and swollen from being used so thoroughly. I have no idea how I’m supposed to recover from this. I don’t know if I will. Or want to.
I eventually use his bathroom to wash up. My lips are puffy and lipstick’s smeared. My mascara’s smudged, and without a brush, there’s not much I can do to my hair. I look thoroughly fucked. I smirk at my image and leave his office.
As soon as I get back into the main room, I lock eyes with Amy. I use my thumb to wipe the side of my mouth and let it trace my bottom lip before giving her a sly grin. Her cheeks bloom red, and she quickly looks away.
I suppress a laugh as I turn toward my table and find Harper looking at me with a mixture of anger and hurt. She jerks out of her seat and storms out through the patio doors.
Shit.
Time to face the music. I follow her out and find her pacing in an empty corner before she whips to face. “What the hell are you doing, Lainey?” Tears glisten in her eyes and her voice is full of anguish. My God, you’d think I just kicked a puppy, not fucked my own husband. “Well, now I know exactly what you and Ben are working out before you sign the papers.”
“We decided to have a sort of honeymoon first.”
Her expression turns incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me? ”
“It’s only for two weeks. You know, to get it out of our systems.”
She pushes her hands through her hair and turns away from me before turning back. “You’re delusional if you think this is no big deal.”
I don’t appreciate the dig, but there’s no denying she’s right. Ben is nowhere near out of my system—and I don’t think he ever will be.
I take a breath. “Okay, yeah, I like him. Would it really be so horrible if we date?”
Her eyes practically bug out. “Date? You’re married .”
“We can figure that out.”
She shakes her head. “I knew you were going to make Mom lose another good guy. I knew you would fuck this up for her and crush her heart all over again.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I know for a fact I never made my mom lose a good guy.
“Danny!”
Danny? I search my brain for who she’s talking about, and it hits me she’s talking about the guy I overheard on the phone with another woman. It was the last guy I got rid of before I confessed what I’d been doing to Mom.
“He was cheating on her.”
“No. You were wrong. You overheard him talking to his daughter.”
My stomach twists. “Mom never told me he had a kid.”
“She was young. They were taking it slow with her.”
“Okay. That doesn’t mean I crushed Mom’s heart. They hadn’t been dating that long. A few weeks?”
Harper huffs a laugh. “They’d been talking for months before they decided to start dating. They were in love.”
I shake my head. No, that can be right. I would have known.
“They worked together. That’s how they met. She broke it off with him when everything blew up. He begged her to give him a chance to prove to you that he was serious about her. Eventually, she quit because it was too hard to see him every day and not be with him.”
“Why didn’t she tell me all this? How do you know all this?”
“I visited when you were away, and she started drinking wine then crying and it all came out. He’d texted her earlier that day telling her still missed her and it had been a year since they broke up. The next morning, she begged me not to tell you.”
I think I’m going to be sick. A whole year and he still…
“By the time you went to college, he’d moved on and was engaged. It killed her all over again.”
Tears blur my vision.
“Do you see now why I kept warning you away from Ben? If this goes wrong, you’re going to break her heart all over again. I can’t watch her sink back into that kind of despair. It was hard enough to pull her out then, she’s married now. If she loses her husband because of you—”
“Stop!” I press my hand to my chest, but it does nothing to ease the pain piercing through my heart.
“Lainey…”
“It’s not serious. It’s just sex. I've got it under control, okay?"
It might be the biggest lie I’ve ever told, but maybe the more I repeat it, the more I'll make it true.