Chapter Five #2
There’s a moment that lingers between us, and I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing I am. That, more than anything, I want us to get back to how we were.
Before Pandora returned.
Before IVF.
Before all the disagreements.
Before any of it.
She finally looks away, and I try to keep the moment light, steering clear of the heavier topics. We need a break from that shit.
“Things coming along okay at the center?”
Her eyes light up with the question, and I know I asked the right one. “We’re actually ahead of schedule,” she beams, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
“Wow. Guess Seth really knows what he’s doing.”
She nods, and I hope she knows that was my attempt at being mature. Took everything in me not to call him an asshole instead of by his name.
“He’s really been on top of things. There are a few hiccups, but he’ll take care of it, keep things on track.”
She’s got a lot of faith in him, and I’m grateful he’s doing his part to make her dream come true, but, of course, I’m still watching him.
“Well, good. I’m glad it’s all coming together.”
She breathes a quiet laugh, and I peer up from my food. “Something funny?”
“Oh, nothing. Just watching that vein throb on the side of your neck. The same one I see every single time we talk about Seth.”
I don’t respond, because she knows me too well for me to deny how much I hate the guy.
But I really, really hate that guy.
“If you’re happy with his work, I’m happy with his work. That’s all that matters.”
She leans up from her seat, grips the collar of my hoodie, and my eyes close for a moment when she kisses my cheek. “Thank you. For everything. Tonight is… perfect.”
“Anything for you, Southside. And I do mean any-fucking-thing.”
She meets my gaze, her fists still gripping my collar.
If she didn’t move in for a kiss, I would’ve done it myself.
Her lips are warm against mine, and I swear she’s made it so I don’t remember what it was like kissing anyone before her.
It’s like she erased every memory that isn’t of her, and that’s exactly how it should be.
Because she’s all that matters.
When we separate, there’s something I need to say, and now feels like the right time.
“I meant what I said about doing better, being better. For you. So, I’m ready to take the steps,” I say, taking a breath when her hand moves to my cheek. “When you’re ready, I’ll see whatever counselor you find, and I’ll commit. Whatever it takes.”
Those added words have Blue leaning in for another kiss, and while I wasn’t expecting such a strong reaction, I’m not mad at it.
I still have her full attention when the kiss ends, so I add the rest of what needs to be said.
“I’m also going to go get my shoulder looked at.”
Before I can add the caveat, her arms are around my neck, squeezing me.
“But… I just need some time to work out the logistics. I’m going, but I have to make sure it doesn’t interfere with practice, games, and I have to be careful who I contact.
The last thing I need is for one of the coaches to get wind of it and think things are worse than they are.
So, I just need you to be a little patient with me. Not forever. Just for a bit.”
She leans away and nods. “Okay. I can do that.”
“And we’re doing something about Pandora, too.”
This one has tension spreading across her forehead. “We?”
“Me, Ricky, my brothers.”
Her head tilts. “What’s the plan?”
“Well, for now, it’s a loose one, but we figured we’d start with Shawna. We’re not sure she’s even involved, but meeting up with her tomorrow might at least help us rule her out.”
I can tell by that solemn look on Blue’s face that she doesn’t like this—me and the guys taking this on ourselves—but it’s not like someone else can handle it.
Eventually, she nods, but I don’t miss that she’s still not into this idea. “If this is what you think is best.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “For now, it’s all we have.”
There’s a solemn stretch of silence as the powerlessness of it all hits me. It’s only broken when the oven timer dings, letting us know our pie is ready. Blue’s on my heels, peeking around me when I place the dish on the counter. She stands beside me, and we stare at our creation.
“So, how do you think we did?”
I eyeball it. “I mean, it looks like an apple pie, I guess.”
She lightly slaps my arm. “Well, yeah, but do you think we butchered it?”
There’s one piece of crust that got a little crispier than it should be, but otherwise it’s fine. “Looks good to me.”
She twists her lips then shrugs. “Should we try it?”
“I’ll grab a fork.”
I pull one from the basket Allison placed near the sink with plates, wine glasses, and utensils inside it. When I head back to Blue, she squeals a bit as I take her waist and hoist her onto the stainless-steel countertop, setting her down beside the pie.
“Want the first bite?”
She eyes the pie again, then decides to brave it. “Sure.”
I dig in and take a little onto the tip of the fork, then let Blue blow to cool it off.
She’s one of the most dramatic people I know, so all I can do is laugh as she squeezes her eyes shut and opens her mouth.
She chews when I feed her the tiny piece, and when she doesn’t immediately spit it out, I can guess we didn’t fuck it up too bad.
“Damn, it’s actually good!” she laughs. “Try some.”
I fork a small piece into my mouth, and she isn’t wrong. “Wow. All my hard work paid off.”
“All… your… hard work?”
Still chewing, I stare at her. “I mean, you were a solid assistant, but let’s not deny which of us is the real talent.”
She shoves me like she always does, and her smile is just too damn intoxicating to ignore.
I think she’s shocked when I stop her mid-laugh, kissing her again.
Traces of cinnamon and lemon zest linger on her tongue when I slide mine into her mouth.
She grips my waist tight as I settle between her knees, feeling my dick harden inside the thin fabric of my joggers.
With how tense things have been lately, we haven’t…
connected as much as we’re used to. Let’s just say I’m feeling the effects of it.
You’d think it’s been months since I fucked her, not a week.
She doesn’t stop me when I unbutton the thin, plaid shirt that’s covering up way too much skin. Within seconds, the only thing covering the top half of her body is the purple, lacy bra that clasps in the front. But when I reach for it, she seems to suddenly be aware of what’s happening.
“West,” she breathes. I can hardly see straight when I pull away just enough to look into her eyes. “What if someone walks in? Or what if there are cameras?”
I’m already shaking my head before she finishes speaking.
“Allison promised we’d have the place to ourselves.
Undisturbed,” I add, keeping to myself that I paid damn good money to make sure of it.
“And look around. There aren’t any cameras back here.
She’s got no reason to monitor the kitchen staff. Only the register. Relax.”
Blue seems to wrestle with that for a split second, but instead of saying she’s game, she takes action.
Her tits bounce free from her bra when she unclasps it, letting one strap hang loosely on her shoulder while the other slips down to her arm. I’m not focused there for long, because a set of perfect nipples are right in my face, begging to be pinched, licked and sucked.
A laugh leaves her when I dip my finger into the pie, then smooth a little of the filling onto the tight, pink bud, then slowly lick it off, drawing her nipple into my mouth next.
I’m somehow getting harder, and I’m so fucking hot for this girl.
You’d think that would start to wear off or dull over time, but I swear I want her more now than I did as a horny teenager who thought about sex twenty-four hours a day.
She just… has this fucking hold on me.
It’s like our minds are in sync, because the second I pull away to lower my pants, she starts unbuttoning her jeans, then shimmies out of them.
She grabs my dick and inches toward the edge of the counter, and I waste no time pushing into her, relieved when the wet heat of her tight pussy engulfs me.
She dips two fingers into the pie, pushes them into my mouth, then replaces them with her tongue, flavoring our kiss with warm apple and sugar.
I want to power into her like a drill, but I hold back, keeping my rhythm slow and steady, deep.
When she moans into my ear, I’m guessing that’s how she wants it.
Her fingers push into my hair, gently moving over my scalp as I breathe her in—this goddess who’s driving me fucking crazy at the moment.
Her hands leave my hair, and she plants them on the counter for leverage, lifting her hips just enough to thrust toward me as I drive into her.
“You’re fucking amazing. You know that?”
Those breathy words move into her hair as I squeeze her ass, wishing I could somehow touch her everywhere, all at once. She whimpers against my shoulder, and I know she’s close, ready to soak my dick in that way that makes me feel so fucking possessive.
The next second, she’s quivering in my hands, and my eyes slam shut, taking in every movement, every sound she makes, because it’s all mine.
Every single part of her. Thinking about it, how my hot-as-sin wife just came on my dick, I explode, feeling her grip my tip and my entire length as I empty into her.
The sounds of the kitchen seem to return out of nowhere—the hum of the fridge, the oven cooling, the music flowing from the speakers. It was like we were in our own cone of silence until the high dissipated.
My lips land on Blue’s shoulder, and I kiss her there as she holds my cheek. I want to speak, want to say that I love her and that this is the beginning of our journey to heal our marriage, but saying the words would feel redundant.
Because as we hold one another, as close as two people can get, I know she feels it. Deep down inside her soul.
Just like I do.
It’s always been us against the world and that hasn’t changed. Blue is my rock, my world, my best friend. But my favorite thing to call her?
The sole fact that makes me feel like I’m invincible?
She’s my wife.
And as long as there’s breath in my lungs, I’ll do everything in my power to fix us.
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@QweenPandora:
One minute #VirginVixen had #NewGirl on her arm, the next she didn’t. Where, oh, where has our queen gone this evening?
The only lead we have on #KingMidas is that he was seen leaving a flower shop this afternoon, but he came out emptyhanded. There’s also speculation that the black SUV in this pic was his, but I’m not sure why he’d be parked outside a closed bakery this late at night.
Ah, well. You’ve evaded me tonight, but don’t get too comfy, #GoldenCrew.
This will not happen again.
Later, peeps :)
—P