Chapter 31
Quill
“The car’s here!”
I hear Josh call out those words from below. His voice is tense from nerves and anticipation. I know he’s worried. At the same time, there’s relief in his voice, too, now that the decision has been made to go home. I guess he does miss his family. And maybe he’s sick of feeling like a third wheel.
“Crap!” Piper jumps out of bed, letting the towel fall to the floor. “We haven’t packed, I’m naked, come on, Quill! Stop sitting there! Get moving!”
Instead of moving, I sit back in bed, stretching. “You pack. I’ll watch.”
“Oh, hell no! Just because we’re married now, doesn’t mean—”
“Married, huh?” I grin.
“We-e-ll, not yet, I guess.” She pauses, flustered. “I kind of got ahead of myself. When do you want to do that, Quill? Should we have a ceremony or—”
She’s standing right next to the bed. I hook my arms around her waist and pull her back down. She tries to resist, but she’s got nothing on my strength. One moment later, she’s toppling over, and I trap her body between my legs.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” I slide a hand over her breasts, over her taut stomach, the swell of her hips, then around her, gripping her ass.
I don’t know how she manages to stay so slim and give the impression of being toned when I know how much she hates exercise.
The only thing that betrays her lack of muscle is the feel of her.
There’s no resistance when I grab her ass.
My hands sink right in. But I like her this way.
I’d like her any way. She could be one hundred pounds heavier and riddled in cellulite, I’d want to own her body just the same.
“Quill,” she shudders, breathing into my chest. “We have to… the packing… the car’s outside.”
“There’s just enough time for a quickie.”
“No, Quill! Logan’s waiting!”
“Let him wait.”
“Quill, stop! Stop!”
But the glint in her eye betrays what she really wants, and hearing her resist like that, knowing she’s getting off on it, makes me hard. I push her down on the mattress, angling my cock between her legs. She moans when I drive it into her in one thrust.
“Quill…”
Her body tightens around mine and I grit my teeth, my arms hugging her to me as I begin to pump in and out of her. I like the freaky stuff. But sometimes, there’s just nothing like missionary.
It feels appropriate as the first fuck I’m giving my wife.
“Fuck the papers,” I huff out as I drive my cock into her pussy. I press a thumb to her clit and she moans. Then I dip toward her breasts and suckle on one of her tits.
“Fuck the ceremony,” I manage between licks of her nipples. “You’re mine. Doesn’t matter what we call it. You’ve been mine forever, and you always will be.”
“Yes,” she groans, wrapping her legs around me and dragging me even closer to her, her hands raking over my back hard enough to leave angry red streaks. “Yes, Quill, I’m your wife. I want to be your wife.”
I thrust into her forcefully, drinking in the intoxicating sensation of being inside her.
I’m regretting the car already. I know I should be thankful to be getting back to Astley.
But something unsettles me about the prospect.
It’s like we’re about to burst the bubble of safety and love that we’ve sunken into.
That’s what it is, isn’t it? The twisting nerves growing deep in my stomach.
It’s hard to identify the reason for them, so I tell myself it’s the thought of leaving a place where it felt like we were the only two people in the world. Plus Josh.
I push that thought aside, because I don’t want Josh to be in my mind when I come inside my wife. I still for a moment, until my brain is back to focusing on Piper, only Piper, and nothing else. She starts grinding against me, desperate to come, and in punishment, I remove my thumb from her clit.
“Quill! I was going to come! Please, Quill!”
Wife or not, I guess I’ll always have a thing for edging her. Even though it means frustrating myself too.
I breathe slowly, sinking my head into the crook between her neck and her shoulder. “Be a good girl, now,” I murmur. “Stop moving.”
It seems to take a super-human effort judging by the spasm that courses through her body, making her tighten around my cock, but she obeys, going completely still.
“You belong to me, do you hear?” I say hoarsely, tense with the need for her. “I control everything about you. Down to your orgasms.”
“Yes, Quill.” Her voice is thick with lust. “I want you to control me.”
“Beg for it, cricket. Beg me to come.”
“Please,” she says tremulously. “Please let me come. Please… fuck!”
I’m back to driving inside her, and my thumb rubbing against her clit makes her shudder and spasm around me.
A few more thrusts, and I’m filling her with seed just as she’s coming in a scream.
I fall over her, my dick still in her pussy, keeping my cum inside her, as I breathe hard against her neck.
At last I pull away and flip over to my back, still holding her to me.
“The packing, Quill.”
I smack her ass hard and she yelps before I at last let her go. She stands up slowly, looking just as regretful as I feel.
“Well, come on. Let’s go.”
“You pack. I’ll watch,” I repeat.
“Quill!” She stomps her foot, making her tits bounce. “This isn’t the 1950s. I’m not going to be cooking and cleaning for you, just because I am your wife.”
“Thank God,” I grin, thinking back to her constantly messy room, and to the one time I allowed her to make me food. We’d ended up with raw chicken and burnt broccoli. “But I want to see you pack. Naked. You left all your clothes in a pile over there. Bend over and pick them up.”
Her face grows splotchy pink as she realizes I mean to sit back and watch the show. She’s not used to putting herself on display like that, but she better get used to it, because I’m already envisioning our perfect married life, which will definitely involve her being naked more often than not.
“Fine,” she grumbles, unable to fully disguise the thrill in her voice.
She walks over to the pile of clothes, my cum trickling down the side of her thigh, and then, just to tease me, she crouches to pick them up.
“Piper,” I growl. “I said, bend over.”
“Fine, fine.” She smirks as she trudges over to the suitcase. She opens it, pulling it toward the bed just beside me, and then, she bends at the waist and tumbles everything inside. I reach out my hand to toy with her clit as she does.
“Fold them.”
“Oh, come on, Quill!”
I lift my hand and give her a hard smack, one on each cheek, and she jumps, before hurriedly beginning to fold the clothes. I go back to rubbing her clit as she moans. She finishes the folding far too soon but stays bent over, rocking her hips into my hand.
I withdraw it and give her another smack. “Now my clothes. Which are properly folded and in the dresser where they belong.”
Hissing in frustration, she grabs those and brings them back, bending over again to put them away. I reward her by pumping two fingers into her pussy, but pull them back out a moment later. Too bad for her that I’m perfectly organized and it takes her no time at all to pack my stuff.
“Now the toiletries.”
“Asshole,” she grumbles under her breath, and I smack her yet again for that.
She stalks off, returning a minute later with the rest of our stuff, and topples it over into the suitcase. I topple her across my lap next, and my fingers go back to her wet pussy.
“Quill,” she sighs. Then she adds, “Logan is going to have a conniption at how long we’re taking.”
“Fuck Logan.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
I leave her pussy to pinch her left ass cheek, and she wriggles it at me, parting her thighs enticingly.
“You’re a very naughty girl, cricket,” I murmur, bringing my hand back to her clit. I thrust two fingers back into her pussy while my thumb circles her clit. “It’s a good thing I like naughty girls.”
“I can be very naughty,” she moans, gyrating her hips into my hand.
I don’t even edge her this time as I drive my fingers into her, rubbing her clit at the same time until she’s drenching my hand with her orgasm.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I say, bringing my hand over the swell of her ass. “I want to stay in Oregon, after all.”
“I wish we could,” she sighs.
My sigh is even louder than hers as I pull her up slowly. Then, keeping her sitting on my lap, I rummage through the suitcase for clothes.
“Quill! I just packed everything!”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think Logan would appreciate us coming down naked.”
“Oh, right,” she grins. “I guess I really did pack everything.”
I grab panties, tights and the dress that’s closest to white that I can find for my bride, and get dressed hurriedly, keeping an arm around Piper to keep her from moving. Then I push her down on the bed to pull up her panties, before sliding the dress on her.
“I can get dressed on my own, you know,” she huffs as I sit her back up between my legs to work the zipper behind the dress. “I’m not completely helpless.”
“You’re my helpless little cricket,” I whisper in her ear, slipping my hand under her panties.
She shivers, but just then, someone knocks at the door.
“Sorry, guys, but what’s taking so long? It’s been like, half an hour! Aren’t you ready?”
“Fuck off, Josh,” I growl.
“Quill, stop that,” admonishes Piper. “We’ll be right down!”
I pull her off my lap and give her one last resounding smack that I’m sure Josh can hear through the door. Piper goes pink. “Honestly, you’re so annoying!” she hisses.
I grin. “Let’s go.”
Before I can stop her, she’s opening the door, waltzing right out with Josh, with a provocative look on her face as she glances back.
“Wait!” I call, zipping up the suitcase at my feet before I hook a hand into the suitcase handle. I carry it out, gritting my teeth as I see Piper skipping alongside Josh down the staircase.
“Wait!”
It’s crazy that I’ve gotten so used to her being attached to me at the hip that it fills me with a cold sort of dread to see her even a few feet away, and not be able to touch her. Or maybe there’s another reason for the dread as I call for a third time, “Wait!”
Instead of doing that, she turns as she reaches the bottom of the staircase, and sticks her tongue out at me mockingly.
It’s official, I’m married to a toddler.
But the knot of dread grows, and I find myself repeating the word helplessly. “Wait!”
I’m halfway down the stairs, slowed down by the heavy suitcase I’m lugging, when the door opens behind her.
This time, I can only mouth the word when a hand suddenly shoots out, pressing a handkerchief to her face.
Her expression turns to shock in the space of an instant.
And then, she falls, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“Fuck! Piper!”
I let the suitcase go tumbling down the stairs as I jump down the remaining steps, crossing the living room in a flash.
But the person at the door is faster. A soldier, I realize, by his mask, and my stomach turns into a single live nerve ending.
He pulls the unconscious body of my wife back as another soldier steps in to block the space where she was moments before.
He takes out a gun and lands it crashing over Josh’s head, who’s been watching the whole thing with a frozen expression.
Fuck. Where’s my gun? Where the fuck is my gun?
Oregon has made me soft. I fumble for the gun I always keep in my backpocket, only now, I realize it’s in my winter coat. Hanging in the hall closet.
Fuck the gun. Nothing can keep me from Piper.
Before the soldier even knows what hit him, I go barreling into him, and I hear the gun shot as it ricochets in the room behind me.
I punch his stomach, shoving him to the side, and run toward the car, where the other soldier is loading Piper’s unconscious form into the back seat.
A third soldier is at the front, foot on the gas, ready to pull away.
If they think they’re getting away with this, they’ve got another thing coming.
I rush toward them, running faster than I ever have, and grab the handle to the front door.
It’s locked, but it would take a lot more to keep me from opening it.
I pull on it with all my strength, while at the same time bashing in the window with my head.
I manage to crack it, but it takes so much force I’m momentarily dazed.
Just enough that when the gun presses down against my temple, I lose my focus for one second.
And then I freeze when I hear the voice in my ear.
“Let her go, Quill. Let her go.”
My dad.