Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Maddox
Everything in my life is brighter with Brogan in it.
Today was incredible, not just because my best friends and I got to show our family our new space, but because I got to share it with her. I’m stoked about the new facility and to watch our business grow. However, I’m more excited about the way my wife is staring at me as we stand at our kitchen island. I grabbed us both a bottle of water as soon as we got home.
She smiles shyly as she sips her water. No words are shared between us, but I know what she’s thinking. I made her a promise earlier, and from the glint in her eye, she wants me to follow through on that promise.
I intend to, but I also don’t want to push her. Even with the desire in her eyes, I can still see the apprehension as well, and I need her to understand that whatever happens between us tonight, it’s all about her. She calls all the shots.
“What’s that look?” she asks. Her eyes never leave mine.
“Do you remember?” I ask. I know damn good and well by the way she shifts her stance that she most definitely remembers.
“Remember what?” She tilts her head to the side, and there’s a challenging glint in her eyes.
I fucking love how she’s coming out of her shell with me. That turns me on more than anything to know that I’m earning her trust. Measured steps carry me to her side of the island. I don’t stop until I’m standing behind her, with my hands on her hips and my lips trailing down her neck.
“What about now? Do you remember?” My lips glide across her silky-smooth skin and goose bumps break out.
“I think I’m starting to remember,” she murmurs.
“Turn around.”
She does as I ask, and I lift her so that she’s sitting on the island. I step closer, and she widens her legs, making room for me to be nestled between her thighs. My lips find hers as my hands roam over her body. I trace her thighs with my hands, letting them roam, and I wish like hell she was naked so I could feel her soft skin.
“Is this how it starts?” she asks breathily.
“How what starts?” I ask, sliding my hand under her sweater.
“The tasting every inch of me.” Her words are soft but do nothing to hide the desire in her tone.
I swallow hard. “Is that what you want?” I know that’s what I said, but beyond some touching and kissing, that’s as far as we’ve let things go.
“A promise is a promise.” She looks down at the island. “I guess this is similar to your tattoo table.” She smiles.
I can’t help it. I toss my head back in laughter. I love this side of her. The side that’s open and not afraid to tell me what she wants, because all I want is her.
“That was the only option at the time. We have better choices here.” I lift her into my arms, bridal style, and carry her to our room.
“Why are you always carrying me?” she asks.
“You’re my queen,” I tell her.
“I don’t know what to say when you talk like that,” she confesses. Her tone is light, and she sounds happy.
“There is nothing to say. It’s a fact. This is me, Brogan. This is me showing you that you’re the most important person in my life.” It’s more than I’ve said about my feelings for her. Feelings that are so fucking big. My chest feels full, so full it could burst, but I can’t tell her that. Not yet. Soon. Soon, I’ll tell her that she holds every piece of me in the palm of her soft hands.
“You kiss me,” I tell her.
A smile tugs at her lips. “I do like kissing you.”
“Bring me those lips,” I tell her, setting her down on the bed, and kissing her with everything I have. I bury my hands in her hair, holding her close. I can never get her close enough. I hope that never changes: my need for her. This time, it’s my wife who takes the kiss deeper. Her tongue slides against mine, and my cock throbs for her. She whimpers when I bite down on her bottom lip, and I pull away to catch my breath.
“Wait, wasn’t there supposed to be less clothing in this promise?” she asks, her voice raspy with desire.
“You trying to get me naked, wife?” I tease. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. I step back and stand, pulling my shirt over my head. “You better get started,” I tell her.
“Okay.” She nods and climbs to her feet. She starts with her leggings and pulls them over her thighs. Next, she reaches for the hem of her sweater when her eyes find mine.
“I know I should offer to turn around, but I can’t seem to make myself do it. You’re fucking gorgeous and mine. I’m going to watch as you reveal that tight little body to me.”
She hesitates, but eventually, she slowly raises her sweater over her head and tosses it on the floor. She’s left in nothing but a light pink bra and panty set. She looks every bit the innocent she is, and something inside me roars to life that it’s me. I’m the man she’s baring herself to. I’m the man who gets to hold her while she sleeps at night.
I’m the only one.
Possessiveness like I’ve never felt roars through my veins. “Beautiful,” I say, reaching for the waistband of my jeans and stripping out of them and my boxer briefs all in one go. My hard cock bounces against my abs and captures her attention.
“Can I…?” she asks, her voice trailing off.
I step closer and push her hair back out of her eyes. She’s staring at my chest, so I carefully place my index finger under her chin and lift her gaze to mine. “Don’t ask, sweetheart. Just take. I’m your husband. You have all rights to me anytime you want.”
“But if you don’t want it.”
My lips twitch. “I want it. I want you any way that I can get you. Take what you want, Brogan.”
“That’s scary.”
“Then tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want what you said.” She rests her forehead against my chest, and I’m certain she’s staring down at my cock, which jerks being this close to her.
“Say the words, baby. I don’t want to have any miscommunications between us.”
“S-Stripped naked, and the rest.”
“What’s the rest?” I ask her, partly because I just want to hear her say the words and the other to make sure this is what she wants. I’d never forgive myself if I pushed her too far, too fast.
“Tasting every inch of me.” Her voice is so low that I barely hear her. She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. There’s a tremble in her hands as she slides one strap, then the other over her shoulders and lets the material fall to the floor between us.
“On the bed,” I tell her. My voice is gravelly and deep with desire.
I’m expecting her to lie on the bed, but instead, she sits on the edge. I can work with this. I drop to my knees before her and lift her left leg. I kiss the top of her foot and slowly trail kisses until I reach her mid-thigh. A quick glance and I see her staring down at me, with a heated gaze I’ve yet to see from her. Fueled by her reaction, I release the left leg and give the same attention to the right.
This time, when I reach her mid-thigh, I lift my head and place a kiss on her quivering belly. “You still with me, gorgeous?” I ask her.
She bobs her head.
“Do you want me to stop?”
This time, it’s a shake of her head to answer. I don’t push her for her words. Her chest rises rapidly with each breath, and I can smell her arousal. She’s in this. I’m in this with her, and I already know this is going to be one of those nights with her that I’ll never in my life forget.
Dipping my head, I kiss the wet spot on her panties. She gasps and lifts her hips as if silently asking for me. I grip the sides of her panties, and she lifts a little higher, giving me room to pull them off her hips and down her thighs. Once they’re off, I bring them to my face and inhale. Fuck me. I’ve never been this hard in my entire damn life.
“Did you just—” She stops because I’m already nodding.
“You’re damn right I did. Fucking perfect, Brogan.”
“Is… that a thing?” she questions.
I smile up at her. “It’s our thing.” Her shoulders relax at that. My hand moves to her pussy, and I lightly trace my thumb over her clit. “I know I promised every inch, and we’ll get there, but this… I need to taste you here first.”
“Oh, you um, you don’t have to do that.” She tries to shut her legs, but I’m between them, right where I belong.
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a you don’t have to,” she counters.
“Wife, do I have your permission to taste your pussy?”
“M—Maddox,” she purrs.
I trace my index finger through her wetness, coating myself in her arousal. “You can say no, Brogan.”
“I—I don’t want to say no.”
“Tell me.” This time I have to hear her say it. This is a boundary we’ve yet to cross.
“Do you like that?”
I smile. “Yeah, baby. I like that.”
“I’ve never—no one has ever—seen me there.”
“Your pussy is perfect. Is that what you’re worried about? Trust me, you’re beautiful everywhere. Every delectable inch of you.”
“I’m nervous,” she says, huffing out a nervous laugh.
“It’s just me, Brogan. I’m just a husband on his knees, ready to worship his wife.”
“Please,” she says, and there’s a note of pleading in her tone.
“If you say stop, we stop. Understand?” I wait for her to nod. “Good girl.” Her eyes darken with desire, and I grin inwardly. My wife might have a praise kink. Good news for her and me that I’m the man to give her all the praise she needs.
Lifting her legs and placing them over my shoulders, I get up close and personal with her. I peer up at her, and she’s watching me, chewing on her bottom lip. That’s the last thing I see before I gently trace my tongue over her clit. She moans, and the sound ignites a flame inside me.
I eat at her as if she’s my last meal, and ironically enough, I hope like hell that she is. I hope this is the last pussy I ever taste. I’m starved for her. When I slip one long digit inside her, she makes a noise I’ve never heard from her, lifts her hips from the bed, seeking more of what I’m giving her, and buries her hands in my hair. She tugs, and I can’t get enough.
“Oh God,” she moans.
We’ll talk about that later. My name is the only one she should be calling out for. Me. Her husband. Her walls contract around my finger, so I slide in another, and curl them slightly. Out of nowhere, she cries out, and her arousal flows across my tongue.
When her grip loosens, I place a tender kiss over her and lift my head. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
She doesn’t speak, and neither do I. Instead, I gently place her legs back down and nod for her to move up the bed. She does so slowly, her body still coming down from her orgasm.
I’m quick to climb into bed next to her and pull her into my arms. Her breathing is still labored, her body is flushed, and she has this dopey, satisfied look in her eyes. I press my lips to the top of her head as I try to regulate my own breathing.
This was a huge step for her. I know that. I know the trust she had to give me to have this kind of access to her. Hope wells in my chest. I think my wife might be falling in love with me.
Once she’s recovered, she asks quietly, “What about you?”
“What about me?” I know what she means. My cock is throbbing, aching for attention, but I ignore it.
“Don’t you need… relief?” she asks.
“I just need you,” I tell her, kissing her forehead.
“I can—” she starts, but I’m already shaking my head.
“Not tonight. I promised you something, and I delivered. There were no other promises made.”
“I can help you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” She reaches between us and grips my cock.
I have to fight to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head at the feel of her soft hand gripping me.
She takes her time, leisurely stroking me, and normally, that wouldn’t be enough, but I’m too keyed up. Her taste is still on my lips, and her hand is on my cock. Resting my palm on her cheek, I kiss her. I try to show her with each brush of my tongue against hers how I’m feeling in this moment. I’m trying to show her that she’s my everything.
Her grip strengthens and her hand moves faster. She leans down and places a kiss on my chest over my heart, and it explodes behind my rib cage.
My wife is turning me inside out.
Sitting up, she grips me tighter. Her hand on my cock has her rapt attention. While that’s an image I would love burned into my mind for a lifetime, I’m looking at her. I’m watching as she chews on her bottom lip. I’m watching her chest as her breaths become shorter and faster with each one she pulls into her lungs.
I’m so close, too amped up, too lost in her to stop it. “Close,” I grit. Warning her seems like the right thing to do, but she doesn’t move. Her eyes never stray from what she’s doing, and when she pokes her tongue out to soothe the bottom lip she’s been torturing, I lose control.
I spill over into her hand and force my eyes to stay open, and fuck me, I’m glad that I did. She smiles triumphantly, effectively stealing the breath from my lungs and my heart from my chest.
They’re both hers.
I can’t take my eyes off her, which is why I’m able to watch as she pulls her hand to her mouth and licks her finger. The same finger that’s covered in my release.
“Fuck, Brogan.” I pull her down to me and kiss her.
When I finally come up for air, she wrinkles her nose. “We’re both messy.”
“I guess that means I better get you cleaned up.” Rolling out of bed, with a mental note to change the sheets, I grab her leg and tug her to the edge, and lift her into my arms. She wraps her arms and legs around me.
We’re naked, skin to skin, and nothing has ever felt better.
“Where are you taking me now?” Humor laces her voice.
“Shower.”
“Together?” she asks.
“Is that okay with you?”
She nods. “I’ve never done that.”
“It’s fitting that you do with your husband.” I kiss her again. “I want all of them, Brogan. Every first you’re willing to give me, I want them. I’ll cherish them.” I pause to kiss her again. “You know what else I want?” I ask her.
“What?”
“Your last.”
She relaxes into me. “I want so badly to give them all to you,” she whispers.
I don’t bother to hide my grin. She’s mine. I feel it in my soul. This is the start of our forever.
“I think you’re going to need a bigger house,” I tell Forrest a week later, standing in his living room for the girls’ fifth birthday party.
“I blame all of you. You spoiled them,” he says, pulling his eyes from his daughters.
“Says the man who bought them matching art desks and a truckload of art supplies.” Legend laughs.
“Hey, my daughters are turning five today. That’s a big deal. Besides, they love my tattoos and are fascinated with drawing and coloring lately.”
“Second generation of Everlasting Ink, maybe?” Lachlan asks.
“Maybe,” Forrest says, wearing a grin as he watches his daughters bounce from new toy to new toy sprawled out all over their living room. Lilly chases after them, loving every minute of the time she’s getting with her big cousins.
“Your wife seems awful comfortable holding my son.” Legend knocks his shoulder into mine.
“She’s good with kids.” And she does look comfortable. She also looks beautiful. The jade green shirt she’s wearing with her jeans makes her eyes pop, but to me, she looks beautiful no matter what she’s wearing, and even what she’s not.
“How’s that going?” Roman asks.
“Good. She’s—” I pause because I don’t know how to describe it to them.
“Everything?” Forrest asks.
“Yeah,” I agree. Everything is exactly what she is. She’s the light in my life, and she’s the tether that grounds me. When I asked her for six months, I knew my feelings for her would grow, but I never could have imagined this overwhelming need to consume everything she is, because that’s what she’s done. She’s consumed me. I’m hers and always will be.
“Welcome to the club,” Legend tells me.
“Thanks.” Neither Brogan nor I have brought up the fact that we are less than two months away from the end of our agreed-upon six-month trial period for this marriage. I try not to even think about it because the weight of it sits heavy on my chest like a bag of bricks.
“Do they ever run out of energy?” Lachlan asks as the girls continue to play, while the ladies sit close by, keeping an eye on them.
I guess you could say we’re looking over all of them where we’re standing around the kitchen island.
“When they sleep.” Forrest chuckles.
“Pretty much,” Legend and Roman agree.
“Those little angels kept swiping the icing off the cake. They’re going to be wired for hours,” Lachlan says fondly.
“It’s their birthday.” I defend my nieces. “They can swipe all the icing they want.”
“Definitely,” Lachlan agrees.
“They can go home with you,” Forrest jokes.
There is no way he’s sending his daughters home with me. “I’ll take them. They can have a sleepover with Uncle Mad and Aunt Brogan.”
“You can’t take them on their birthday,” Forrest says, and I laugh. I know my friend far too well.
“Fair enough.” I smirk, and he rolls his eyes.
Before he can reply, the girls come rushing over, with Lilly hot on their heels. “Come, draw with us,” they say at the same time.
River grabs Forrest’s hand and Lachlan’s. Rayne takes mine and Legend’s, and Roman scoops Lilly up into his arms. That’s how we spend the rest of the day—drawing with the girls, while our wives and Maggie sit around and chat about…. Well, I don’t know what they’re talking about, but I do know that every time I look over at my wife, I find her smiling and laughing, and a happy wife is all I want.
I want her to have it all: happiness, love, and me. I’m the one who’s going to give it to her.