Chapter 23 Mine #2
She chuckles as she pecks my lips one last time. She uses her thumb to wipe the gloss off my lips. “You need to thank my mother. She’s the one who picked this out.”
“Really? I guess Evelyn is now okay in my book.”
Once again, she graces me with her laughter. “You know what? She’s okay in mine too.” The grin on her face shows her joy at those words. “These past five weeks with her have been good. My mother and I have never really spent time together before. I’m seeing her in a new light.”
I like when Tiffany is happy. It’s all I want for her and my son. However, something in my gut feels off. I didn’t like her basing her happiness on someone else. People let you down. I’d hate to kill her mother for making my baby cry. Maybe I’m just being jaded.
“I’m happy for you. I hope this new version of her is the real version.”
“I hope so too.”
The inflection in her voice tells me how much she’s hoping for this.
Wanting to change the topic, I plant one last kiss on her lips and then place my wife back down on her feet. The sun was sitting low over the horizon, in another hour it would be night.
“So, what do you want to do tonight?”
“You mean besides going to a party filled with sexy football players?”
I reach for her. She dodges me and squeals before taking off. She doesn’t get far before I catch her, lift her up, and then toss her over my shoulder before heading to the pool and jumping in with her.
By the time Tiff and I got out of the pool and had dinner, it was dark outside.
Now, she and I were sitting on a lounge chair on the back patio with her lying against my chest between my legs.
The sound of the party was a low hum in our ears.
From how the perfectly placed landscape and shrubbery were set up on the side of the house, we couldn’t see our neighbors, but we could hear them.
“This is so peaceful.” Her soft voice whispers.
The crashing of the ocean beating against the shore was the perfect background sound to this soothing night. The lights inside the house were off, and the only lights around us were the moonlight and pool lights.
“That it is.” I stroke the back of my hand against the bare skin on her belly.
“Can we do this every year?” She tilts her head up to look at me. “Just me and you and Noah coming out here and recharging by the ocean.”
I drop a kiss on her lips, unable to keep my mouth off hers. “Whatever you want, Angel. All you have to do is ask. If you want, I’ll buy this villa and we can come back to this spot.”
Her gaze narrows. “It’s that easy for you? Just drop a million dollars on a villa just because I said I like it?”
I lift my shoulder in a lazy shrug. “Yeah.”
She shakes her head. “That’s crazy. You’re not wasting your money on a once-a-year vacation home for me. You already own a private island.”
With a finger under her chin, I turn her gaze back on me.
“First off, it wouldn’t be a waste of money if it made you happy.
But more importantly, don’t ever look for the bottom of my wallet, Tiff.
You won’t find it. Your only job is to spend my money.
You let me worry about making sure it’s there to spend. ”
I don’t let go of eye contact until I know for sure she grasps my words. Finally, she dips her chin in acknowledgement. I release my hold on her chin.
“Tell me something,” she asks, turning back to face the ocean view. “What made you go into the hotel business? Was it something you always wanted to do?”
I go back to mindlessly stroking her belly as I think over her question.
“Honestly, I got into hospitality out of desperation. When we were coming up, we spent most of our lives just trying to survive after the boy’s home.
” My mind lingers briefly on that short time before Nathaniel appeared like a guardian angel.
“My brothers and I were homeschooled after we left the boy’s home.” That’s the safe way of calling what Nathaniel did. He hired tutors to come and teach us, but traditional education wasn’t the only thing they taught us.
“Mason is the only one who went to college. Salv, Kaz, and I opted for alternative routes.” By alternative, I meant the streets.
“Mase was hellbent on us having real jobs. He taught us that we needed backup plans for our backup plans. Real estate was an easy option. Salv bought up a few restaurants and a nightclub. Kaz has always been tech-savvy. He created a startup tech company, and then there was me.
“I had no idea what I wanted to do. Until one day, I saw that there was an old hotel up for sale. It was built in 1919. It was going to need a lot of work, but I knew the potential. My father had taken me on a road trip one year, and we’d passed the old hotel.
He talked about the structure and the history.
When the place came up for sale, I knew that was my sign.
It was the very first Basille Hotel and Resort. ”
“You were twenty-five, right?”
I chuckle. “You’ve been doing your research on your husband, I see.”
She waves off my comment. “I really wanted to be your lead designer on North River. I needed to see who you were.”
It’s crazy to believe that it was only two years ago that I met this woman for the first time. So much has changed since that day. It almost feels like a different life. Like I was reincarnated, and that is the remnant memory of a past life.
“So let me get this right,” she goes on to say. “You’re a hotel tycoon. Salv owns restaurants, clubs, and bars around the city.”
“The world,” I correct. “Salv owns a plethora of businesses.”
“Okay. And Kazimir does something in tech.”
“Yes.”
Kazimir has the most lucrative legal venture. He is the owner of Vannah Tech. The leading competitor in computer programming and software. He would be on every Forbes list in every magazine if he ever showed his face. However, Kaz’s favorite role is as a contract killer.
“What about Mason? I always thought he was a politician.”
I chuckle at that. Most people thought that of Mason because he’s always rubbing shoulders with politicians.
“Mason does a little of everything. He’s a high-powered attorney. One of the most sought after in the country. He’s also a real estate developer and financier.” And a fucking kingpin, but I leave that off. Everything we have is because of my brother.
Nobody worked harder than he did to make sure that we gained not only enough money and success to feed us, but to make sure our great, great, great grandchildren would eat from us.
She lifts her head and looks up at me. “That is incredible. You know, if no one has told you this before, I want you to know I’m very proud of you guys. To start where you did and turn into the men you are, that’s amazing. I’m proud of you, and I know your parents would be proud of you too.”
Her words sent a warm feeling through my body.
My heart pounds so rapidly it feels as if it will come out of my chest. I don’t know about my brothers, but damn if I didn’t need those words.
Not just that my parents are proud, but for her to acknowledge how far we came and how much work went into it.
Tiffany sees it. She saw all that we had overcome.
I place my forehead against hers and inhale before placing my lips on hers. Shoving my tongue into her mouth, I then pushed past her lips and teeth to tangle with hers. I needed this woman desperately. She kisses me back, just as greedy as I am.
Her hand comes up to cup my cheek. I don’t break the kiss as I tug at the string on the side of her bathing suit. The thing has a lot of strings, but I’ve been studying the fabric for hours now. I know exactly which one I needed to pull to get to what I wanted.
Her bottoms come undone. She pulls away from the kiss, her eyes glued to me.
I push my hand down the front of her belly down to cup her warm center.
She doesn’t take her gaze from mine, nor does she stop me.
I pushed her left thigh, opening her legs wider.
Looking into her eyes, I move the fabric of her suit to the side and delve my fingers into her wet center.
My damn eyes cross at the warmth and snug fit of her tunnel.
Although I’ve had my fingers, cock, and tongue buried inside my wife many times, every single time is as good as the first.
I move my two digits inside her slow and deep. She shuts her eyes, but I growl.
“Look at me.”
Her beautiful brown eyes pop back open. I move my fingers a little faster, enjoying the slippery wet sound she’s making for me. Pulling out of her hot center, I rub her already swollen nub in slow circles at first, and then faster.
She gasps, and her mouth opens. Using my other hand, I tug at the top of her bathing suit, releasing her full tits.
We were out in the open. Although it wasn’t daylight, there was enough light that if anyone came back here, they could see my wife’s gorgeous pussy.
Just the thought of that has me biting down onto my lip.
My fingers circle faster over her clit. Her breathing becomes more and more labored. Loud male laughter comes from the other side of our shrubs, letting me know someone is close enough that any sound from Tiffany will let them know exactly what we’re doing.
She must pick up on this too, because she tries to close her legs.
I stop rubbing her pearl. “Open those fucking legs.”
She whimpers, but spreads her legs back out. I move them even wider, placing them over the arm of the chair. Cupping one breast in my hand, I go back to working her clit.
Her moans go from quiet whimpers to loud whines. The music cuts down next door, going from a hum to damn near a whisper.
“Nico, they can hear me,” she whines lowly.
Grabbing her neck from the front, I pin her face to me.
“I don’t care. Give me that got damn nut.” I dip my fingers back into her creamy tunnel before dragging them out and going back to her bud. Her hips rotate as she chases her release. Her breathing picks up even more until she’s panting like she’s out of breath.
“That’s it, Angel. You’re almost there, don’t fight it.”
Her hands wrap around my wrist, and her nails dig into my skin. And then it happens. Her eyes shut, her mouth falls open, and her body shakes as she releases in my lap on a silent cry.
Within the next heartbeat, I have Tiffany underneath me in the lounge chair. With one hand over her head, I lower the back of the chair until it’s lying flat.
“Who the fuck told you to be quiet?” I growl down into her face.
Shoving my trunks down, I release my heavy cock. Grabbing her legs, I shove them up to her head and sink deep into her.
“Ni…. co,” she cries out loudly.
My hips pound into her, the smacking of our flesh sounding like a round of applause. My wife’s cunt is soaking wet and blazing hot. I could spend the rest of my life balls deep inside her tunnel and never grow bored.
Releasing the hold I have on her legs; they drop down to my waist. Spreading my legs a little wider on the chair, I rock into her deep until my balls are squished up against her round ass. With every inward thrust, she whimpers and arches her back off the lounger.
“Louder, Angel. I want you louder.”
She scratches at my back as she cries out. My baby is never a quiet fuck, and I didn’t want her to be tonight.
“Oh my god, I think they’re fucking.” A female voice says.
“Hell yeah,” a male cheers.
“Shut up, let me listen,” another male says.
I grin to myself as I continue to fuck my wife. Placing one hand on the ground, I use the other to wrap around her neck as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately. Her feet rest on my ass as I grind into her.
“Nico, fuck,” she whines into my mouth.
I don’t release her lips as I increase my strokes, fucking her with vigor, my hips slapping against her ass cheeks. She sings my name.
Turning slightly to my side, I suck her tongue as I lift her legs over my forearms and fuck into her, lifting her hips up and down on my cock.
Her cries grow louder and louder.
“Damn, he’s fucking her good,” the female voice says.
“That white boy ain’t playing around.” One of the male voices’ jokes.
I lift Tiff’s legs higher, diving deeper into her warmth.
“Baby,” she whimpers. “Please.”
“Tell me what you need, Tiff. Tell me,” I growl as I slam into her.
“Ahhh shit,” she screams.
“Fuck!”
Her walls seem to get wetter. I can feel my nut climbing. I’m so close to releasing that my fucking feet are tingling.
Holding one thigh down and out of the way, I open her up for me as I plunge into her depths deeper and faster. Her whimpers increase and the sound of her wet pussy grows louder.
“Oh that shit, wet wet,” a different male says. He has no idea.
I rock into her faster.
“Fucking come for me,” I growl the words against her open lips.
Pulling out to the tip, I slam back in. Her back bows and she screams my name before flooding my cock.
“Nicoooooooo!”
“Fucking right,” I snarl before letting go and flooding her walls with my cum. I push into her multiple times, making sure not a drop of my semen escapes.
When I have nothing else to give, I slow my movements until I pull out. Falling down beside her, I lift her body on top of mine. She lays her head on my rapidly beating heart.
Suddenly, applause and cheers come from the neighbor’s house.
Usually, I’d never share my wife with another, not her body or what she sounds like when I’m fucking her. But tonight was for me. I wanted the world, or rather the neighbors, to know that this woman was mine.
Tiffany and I look at each other before she bursts out laughing, burying her face in my chest.