41. Tyler
FORTY-ONE
TYLER
I’m beat as all hell heading back from a long night of working on the cottage, but I know a warm bed and an even warmer wife wait on me at home. A wife who, given our discussion after dinner, likely wants to have my babies.
That may or may not put a little extra pep in my step. I drag in some autumn night air and smile to myself at the house ahead of me. A few lights are on, and Becca should already be in bed with how late it is.
Home. I’m at home with Becca.
Even if her little cottage project is adding to my stress in all this madness.
My wife has on a headlamp and shorts overalls that barely cover her ass, and her face is buried under the kitchen sink. Call it a competence kink, but I love how much Becca can—and will—do on her own.
She must have headphones on, because she doesn’t seem to notice that I’m here. I drop to my knees next to her and run my hands over her hips and ass. She jumps and her head slams into the cabinet.
“Fuckin’ fudgsicles!” Becca rips an earbud out of her ear and touches the back of her head tenderly, checking for blood. I reach to rub the spot where she just got hit. “I’m trying not to cuss, I swear. You scared the shizzin’ piss out of me.”
“And you’re doing a good job.” It’s a lie, but I love her cussing-less initiative. I kiss her forehead. “Sorry I scared you. Can I help you finish this up? What’s wrong with the sink?”
She huffs. “I dropped my ring in the sink and I was running the Disposall. I’m so sorry, Ty.
I heard it get all chopped around. I turned it off and I tried to put my hand in there but a piece of something cut me,” she holds up a fingertip covered in a Band-aid, “and now I’m just trying to get the damn thing back before it goes out into the septic.
Because I’ll do a lot of things, but digging through shit to get an $80 ring is where I draw the line. ”
When she’s done ranting, I kiss her injured finger and her forehead again. “You don’t have to dig through shit to get your ring back. Want me to take over?”
“No, I got it,” she sighs. “I’m almost there. I can see the thing. You look exhausted anyway.”
I chuckle. “What gave it away? The bloodshot eyes?”
She studies me. “You know, you don’t have to go a million percent on the cottage. You don’t have to work on it every day.”
“I made you a promise.” I shrug. “Plus, you want to open it before the Pumpkin Smash, right?”
She tosses her head from side to side. “Ideally, but—”
“Then I have to keep grinding.”
“Every day?” She puffs out her lip. “I hardly see you.”
I lean in to kiss that lip. “Don’t act like you’re not just as busy.” I rise and cup her chin in my hand where she kneels. She nuzzles into it, looking up at me with those bright blue eyes. “I have an idea that might help with your ring problem. Be good and get it out of the pipe, huh?”
“Do I get a prize?” she hums.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” I skate my thumb over her chin one more time before I head for her tool collection in the basement.
I hear her cussing through the floor above me, chuckling as I find the tools I need.
I’ll eventually get all mine over here, but the moving in process has been slow.
At first, that was out of fear that this would all fall to pieces, but now it’s just a matter of not enough hours in the day.
I can’t move my shit and run the shop and be a good dad and work on the cottage and love on my wife.
One of those things has to give, and for now, it’s moving.
But hey, I have a wife to love on, and it’s Becca Martin.
It still makes my stomach tingle to think about it.
All these years, I’ve had all these feelings for her with nowhere to put them.
But now we’re both adults. The air is clear between us.
I finally have room to let my feelings be what they are, to let them stretch and grow in her sunshine.
Love. Fragile little vines, getting a little thicker and stronger every day, wrapping around everything inside me.
I close the door to the basement stairs and find Becca on her back, flinching as her fingers dig into the pipe. When she looks at me, I rev the power drill in my hand and she cracks a smile.
“You gonna drill me, Big Daddy?”
“What have I said about calling me that?”
She plants me with a look. “You don’t have to say anything. Your dick does the talking.”
I roll my eyes but laugh. She could call me Asshole Bell Grande and I’d probably feel some kind of way about it because it’s her addressing me. I prop myself over her and pick out the tiny drillbit I need. I drill into the window frame, then grab the hook and start screwing it in.
“Ha! I got it!” Becca sits up, pulling her t-shirt out the side of her overalls to clean the ring. “Oh, no.”
I finish my project and sit on the floor next to her. “What’s up?”
She pouts. “Some of the stone chipped off.”
I look over the ring, and indeed, a chunk of the stone is missing. “Aw, damn. I’m sorry, baby.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m the one who dropped it.”
“You don’t have to apologize. And anyway, I think I made a solution.” I gesture behind us and she rises on her knees to look at my completed project: a little hook drilled into the window frame.
“A hook?”
“My grandpa drilled one for my grandma. My dad set one up for my mom. Now I made one for you.”
Becca lifts a quizzical brow.
“To hang your rings on while you’re at the sink. So you can’t drop them in on accident.”
Her lips pop open and her eyes round. “That’s really sweet, Ty. And what a cute tradition. Thank you.”
She leans in for a quick kiss and I wrap her up in a hug.“You’re welcome.”
She’s a little stiff and I hope I didn’t just fuck something up. “Can I say something, though? Sorry. I know this is really nice.”
We both sit back on our heels and she crosses her arms. “This doesn’t get you out of dish duty. I know your grandpa probably didn’t mean to tell your grandma her place was in the kitchen, but that’s kinda the vibe.”
“You think my dad gets away with not doing the dishes?” I smirk and wiggle my ring off my finger. I stand and hang my ring on the hook. “Works just as well for my ring. We’re in this together, baby.”
Becca grins from her place on her knees and starts to pull at my belt buckle. I put my hand over hers with a laugh.
“Don’t blow me over it.” I return to the spot next to her on the floor and she crawls into my lap.
Becca bites her lip. “Quit being hot and I’ll quit trying to blow you all the time.”
We laugh and I kiss her rings on her left hand. She examines it in the light. “Well, now it sparkles more. New angles. I kinda like it.”
My hands rest on her hips and I lean in for a kiss.
“It could be raining shit outside and you’d find a way to make it sunny side up.
I love that about you.” Becca’s eyes light up, but I catch the moment she tempers her feelings, trying to find a response that I’ll be able to handle.
I shake my hands on her hips. “Don’t do that, baby. ”
“Do what?”
“Dull yourself for me.” I swallow hard. “I meant what I said. You’re allowed to enjoy it.”
“Even if it’s big and scary for both of us?”
I nod. “Even so.”
Her cheeks flush and she’s holding back a smile. “You know what I love about you?”
My throat feels tight hearing that word from her, so I sound like I just woke up. “What?”
“That if it was raining shit, you’d be out there chasing me with an umbrella to keep it off me. And Ellie, you wouldn’t even let her go outside.”
“But you’d be out there dancing and she wouldn’t let me rest until I let her out there with you.”
“And you’d hate every second of it,” Becca says.
We laugh and Becca rests her head on my shoulder where we’re leaned back against the cabinets. The bun on top of her head tickles my cheek.
“I love how much you love her, Reba. I’m so damn lucky.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my buddy,” she says. “Now, if she was out trying to burn my barn down all the time and raising hell—”
“She’d be just like you were growing up, so you’d love that even more.”
Those blue eyes glimmer more than her ring. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never raised hell a day in my life.”
I pull her close and nuzzle into her neck. My voice drops to a gravelly rasp. “Never?”
“Never once,” she hums.
My hands dig into her thighs and travel up to her ass for a hard squeeze. I remember all the times I fantasized about her ass and whether she’d like getting spanked. Now feels like the ideal time to find out. “Then why does it seem like you might like to be punished?”
We dive into a hot, messy kiss, tongues tangling, hands exploring, and I take a moment to mentally thank my lucky stars that this is my life now: her all over me, her bringing out the best in me, her being the brightest star in my sky.
My hand drifts between us and starts to rub over the front of her overalls, holding her through the denim and digging in with the heel of my hand to her moan.
She grinds against my palm and I pull out of our kiss to encourage her, our foreheads locked together.
“There you go, baby. Get warmed up for me because I’m going to take you right here on the kitchen floor.”
“God, Ty, I thought you were going to punish me,” she sighs.
“Don’t worry. I will,” I chirp like I just told her I’d drive safe or not forget to pick up the pizza on the way home.
She giggles against my lips before she pulls my bottom one between her teeth so hard I groan. On instinct, I swat her ass.
“Really thought you could do more than that,” she says.
I narrow my eyes and her eyes dance. She has to know she’s in for it now, and she fucking loves that.
I lift her off me and stop her when she’s on all fours.
I get behind her, rubbing her ass like I did before she hit her head earlier.
I lean over her back, unsnap her overalls, and pull them to her knees, leaving her underwear on.
“You asking for more, Reba?”
She looks at me over her shoulder. “Sure am.”
“Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay, baby?”
“You got it, Big Daddy.”
She’s doing it on purpose.
I lift one hand and smack her ass, making her mouth drop open and drawing a deep moan from her. I admire my handprint, painted in red on her smooth skin.
“I’m waiting,” she says. “Bedtime’s just around the corner.”
I spank her other cheek and her hips roll. “Want me to wear you out so you can sleep good?”
“Yes. I need to feel you.” She grinds back against me. “Please, Ty.”
I take a moment to enjoy the view: her bare ass against my hard cock in my jeans.
With another slap to her ass, I sit back on my heels, undo my pants, and take myself out.
I slap my cock against her ass and have to tighten my jaw because every single time we do anything, there’s still a part of me who’s geeking.
Nobody has ever turned me on the way Becca does, my body responding like a wrecking ship while she sings a Siren song on the shore.
I get my head on enough to get a condom out of my wallet and put it on, then strip off my shirt.
I pull her thong to the side, hooking my thumb into it and cupping her hip in my fingers.
She mewls as I notch myself at her entrance and push inside.
She arches her back slightly and the angle change makes me clutch her hip tighter.
She starts to roll her body, taking charge in a position where I’d normally be in control.
I push her t-shirt up her back, admiring the way her spine moves and how it makes my cock feel.
A couple cute moles dot her back and I’m overcome with the urge to drop kisses all over them.
“So pretty, Reba.” I grab her ass until I feel bone, then lift my hand to deliver another swift spank. Her gasp turns me on too much and I need to focus on getting her there.
I plant my left hand behind hers and reach my right one between her legs.
I bunch my fingers to rub her clit, thrilled to find her soaking wet.
Her hips slow, working between my fingers and my cock.
Feeling this much of her skin against me, plus the incredible angle, has my edge approaching fast. I reach up to hold one of her breasts, because like always at home, she’s not wearing a bra.
I toggle the piercing between my fingers and her pussy squeezes me tighter.
“Stop moving, I want to last,” I beg.
Her mischievous eyes glance over her shoulder. “And I want to take every bit of you.”
“Dammit, Becca,” I whimper, but I’m not mad at her at all.
I’m floating somewhere above the clouds, clouds that smell like her and feel like her perfect, pierced tits against my palms and taste like the spot where I bite her shoulder while she starts to fall apart around me. “Please come for me, baby.”
I barely get my request out before she’s there.
She breathes my name and curls her back, moaning one, two, three more times with each thrust before I feel her give in.
I just need a little more and I want to celebrate that I actually lasted for her, so I grab her hips and pound her until I’m home.
Becca picks up the movement while I’m coming, sliding up and down my shaft like this is her greatest joy.
I kiss her shoulder and she wiggles her ass against me. “I think we’ll both sleep pretty good now.”