Chapter 22
You know what hurts the most? My back.
— Every Millennial out there
MILENA
My body was deliciously sore.
As in, the best feeling I’d ever had in my life.
I’d lost track of how many times I’d come in the last twenty-four hours.
Ten ? Fifteen ?
I didn’t know, and I wasn’t about to count.
“ Sweet Mary , Mother of God ,” I breathed as I looked at the man doing jump ropes in my driveway. “ What have I done to deserve this?”
“ Who are you talking…oh.”
I felt more than saw my sister-in-law come up beside me and stand perfectly still, enjoying the show.
“ Do you think he has underwear on?” Brecken whispered.
“ I don’t know.” I groaned. “ Probably .”
It was uncomfortable to have stuff just flopping around. I would think he was wearing something to contain the beast in his gray sweatpants.
“ What are you…wow,” Maven breathed. “ That’s …that’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
“ What is?” Nastya asked as she came up behind me and leaned her head on my shoulder. “ Holy wow.”
My thoughts exactly.
“ Your fake husband is…endowed,” Brecken said. “ You should just go ahead and test it out for authenticity sake. I mean, if someone asks you if your husband’s dick is big, you should definitely be able to tell them that it is.”
“ Right ,” I said as I watched the sweat drip down Cutter’s chest and into the band of his sweatpants.
“ Is anyone impressed with how well he jumps rope?” Maven asked.
“ I’m impressed. He hasn’t missed a single jump in five minutes,” Brecken said. “ And he’s doing all that fancy footwork. No wonder he’s in such good shape. Do you think he’s been doing that the entire time?”
“ I know he went to run, because he passed me as I pulled onto the road,” Nastya said. “ He was running really fast, too.”
“ What are y’all looking at?”
I looked over, my cheeks flushing when I saw who’d entered the room.
Keely , Cutter’s sister.
“ Uhh ,” I hesitated.
She walked to the window and grimaced. “ Did you know that Cutter used to be chubby?”
I blinked and turned so that I could see her and the view outside clearly.
“ I’m sorry, but what?” I asked.
Cutter had taken our conversation about “getting it out of the way” to heart, and had invited everyone over to my house this morning for breakfast before I’d even woken up.
He’d sent out a group text to his family. Then tagged my phone and sent one out to mine, including himself in the text message.
He’d then ordered food and had it delivered, consisting of everything left at Maven’s bakery so she had no reason not to attend, and didn’t tell me about it until my—our—doorbell started to ring.
I’d gotten myself out of bed just as the fourth ding had sounded.
I’d gotten up to find Maven and Auden , as well as their three kids. Nastya and Haze , with their kids. Brecken , Shasha and Rosie , minus Vivi who’d stayed with Dima the night before at his place. Keely and Chevy . With Dima and Vivi taking a rain check because apparently Vivi had a play date that she wasn’t willing to miss.
I’d stared at all but two of my family—old and new—in the kitchen snacking on Maven’s food before turning around and heading back into the bedroom to get dressed, though I’d left his Cowboys shirt on, and slipped into a pair of leggings.
By the time I’d gotten back, Cutter had told them everything, and I came back with them all acting like one big happy family, with no one surprised in the least that I’d gotten married to a man I’d met a week ago.
Which led us to now, sufficiently full, and playing games and talking for the last three hours.
The men had all dispersed, leaving us women to chatter while the kids had continued to play around us.
Cutter hadn’t left, though.
He’d stayed in the yard and worked out, using my gym that I’d put in, but never used.
Now he was jumping rope in a pair of gray sweatpants, and I was dying.
I didn’t think it was possible to want more sex, but there I was, wanting—no, needing—it.
I shifted in my seat, thinking that I could get the ache to get back under control, and realized it wasn’t gonna happen.
Sitting up, I said, “ I’m going to run outside really quick, be right back.”
There were some knowing looks, and Keely made an “eww” face, but none of them stopped me from going into the garage and coming to a stop in the middle of my garage gym to get a better view.
He was dripping sweat, and I’d lost count two hundred jumps ago, when he finally looked over.
He didn’t look surprised to see me, and his knowing smile let me know that he’d known I was there all along.
“ Something I can help you with?” he teased.
I licked my lips, then lifted my shirt and started to tunnel my hands down my pants. “ No , I’m just going to watch…”
His eyes focused on my hand, and then he was abandoning the rope and walking toward me.
I didn’t miss the bulge in his pants as he came stalking my way.
“ What are you thinking?” he asked.
My fingers met my pussy, and I found my wetness—our wetness.
I still hadn’t wiped him out of me.
I liked it.
Wanted it there.
He reached me, and without much thought, hit the button to close the garage door on his way.
He caught me, then twisted me so that I was bent over the back of an incline bench.
I caught the supple leather in my hands as he yanked my leggings down to my ankles.
He pushed two thick fingers inside of me just as I felt the drip of his sweat hit my bare back.
“ Fuckin ’ soaked,” he growled.
“ I still have you inside of me,” I said, causing him to growl again.
Then he was surging inside of me with no finesse.
Which was fine, because I didn’t need finesse. I only needed him.
With long, hard strokes, he filled me up, hitting the end of me with each stroke.
“ God , yes,” I breathed as his balls started to drum a steady tap-tap against my clit.
He growled when I started to tighten around him, and before I could tell him I was coming, I was there, squeaking out a quiet scream to hopefully conceal what we were doing out here.
His growl of release totally defeated my attempt, and before I could think too hard about it, he was filling me up as I pulsed around him.
When he was through, he pulled out, then stuffed his fingers into my pussy before saying, “ I want you to be filled with me all day.”
I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “ Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
When I came back into the living room, Cutter’s brother was back, and he was laughing at something Shasha , who’d also come back, was saying.
Cutter followed us, now dressed in his wet t-shirt, and frowned. “ I thought you were going on a ride?”
“ Tried , but it started raining.” He looked at Cutter . “ Which you should probably know, since it’s raining so hard that it’s now pouring.”
Cutter and I both looked out the window and sure enough, it was raining.
I flushed deep red, and Shasha sighed, “ I knew this day would come when my sister found someone, but I truly didn’t think you’d make me listen to that. Ruining my life.”
“ How is it ruining your life?” I laughed, still embarrassed as hell. “ And when did you get here?”
“ Just got here.” Shasha looked at me. “ I imagine that Dima won’t be too happy that he can’t just show up to crash at your place anymore without alerting him.” He looked at Cutter with narrowed eyes. “ But I guess it all works out, since now he won’t have to worry about you anymore.”
I softened.
“ Wow , wonder what that feels like?” Chevy asked.
“ You are not marrying me off to make you not worry anymore, Chevy Clark ,” Keely called from the kitchen.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her brother’s head whip around and his eyes widen.
“ That’s an excellent idea!”