Chapter 20 Nova #2
My husband. It still didn’t feel real, maybe because we hadn’t treated our marriage as a real thing for the first several weeks. It took a near-death experience to wake us up, open our hearts, and give us the courage to admit how we loved each other.
Three months later, we were on the verge of a new beginning. Finally, I would get to flex my muscles and use all of my knowledge to streamline operations at both locations. I could hardly wait to dig in now that the deal was over and we could move forward.
The table practically overflowed with food, most of the recipes originating from Sebastian’s grandmother, all of which had made him wildly successful. Still, he’d been dealing with some stressors leading up to the opening of a new restaurant on the other end of the Strip.
“Don’t worry,” Vaughn reminded him at one point during the meal while we passed platters of succulent braciole, sausage, pasta, and fish. “Sienna Black is a genius. She’s exactly who you need to help get your image back on track.”
“Sienna is awesome,” I agreed. I was almost sad she wouldn’t have an excuse to visit anymore for brainstorming sessions with Vaughn and his Board of Directors. It was nice to have a woman around with so much testosterone clogging the air.
“I hope so. I need all the help I can get.” Then, brightening up, Sebastian asked, “So, when are the two of you thinking about starting a family?”
“Don’t make me use this on you,” Vaughn warned, picking up a steak knife while the rest of us laughed.
By the time we headed for home, I was full of more than food.
My soul was full, sitting with Vaughn and my friends, everyone mingling together, telling stories and sharing jokes.
Sebastian wanted to know when we would start a family?
He might have been teasing, putting Vaughn on the spot, but the fact was we already had started a family. Our family was around that table.
The thought left me smiling even as we stepped through the front door into the dark, quiet house. “What are you so happy about?” he asked, wearing a loving smile as we walked hand in hand to the kitchen.
“Lots of things. What, I don’t have a reason to be happy?” I asked, feigning surprise.
“It’s just that I was already thinking about giving you another reason to be happy.” He wiggled his eyebrows before opening the refrigerator to retrieve a water for both of us. “But if you’re already feeling good, I won’t bother.”
Instead of rolling my eyes, I played along, hopping up on the counter and hiking my dress up to my knees. “That’s a shame.” I sighed, spreading my thighs and watching the way his attention lowered until his eyes were glued.
“Tease.” It was a growl, but he didn’t seem upset. He was too busy parting my legs wider and wedging himself between them. God, there was so much of him, overwhelming my mind, body, and soul.
“I love you.” Winding my arms around his neck, I pulled him close with my legs until the pleasant pressure of his bulge against my pussy made me moan.
Yes, that was nice, that was necessary. I needed him the way I needed air, as much as I needed his kiss once he covered my mouth with his.
I needed that connection with something deeper than either of us, something primal, the same energy that kept the world turning.
“You have no idea how much I love hearing that,” he whispered before his lips traveled down my throat while I unbuttoned his shirt, opening it, reveling in the feel of his skin under my hands, the muscles beneath it—warm, flexing, and bunching with every move he made.
My hand traveled over his arms as I pulled the shirt away, and the rough patch of skin on his bicep reminded me of what he was ready to sacrifice that night in Primm. He was willing to risk it all.
My fingertips grazed his pecs and abs, dancing over his skin until I reached his belt.
It wasn’t easy to work it open when he was busy caressing my thighs, waking me up to deeper pleasure.
I managed to open his slacks and let them fall to his ankles before lowering the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulling out his thick member.
My already wet pussy throbbed as I took him in my hand, stroking him slowly while his tongue lapped at my chest and worked under my dress. “Mm-hmm,” I moaned when he reached for the zipper at my back and lowered it, clawing at the material to pull it away from my body.
Leaning on my palms, I arched my back. He took it as the invitation I’d intended, pulling my bra cups away and sucking gently on one side, then the other, switching back and forth while his dick moved against my covered mound.
With a frustrated groan, he tugged at my panties, so I lifted my hips to let him work them down.
Then he impaled me with one deep, sharp stroke that made my head fall back.
“Oh God,” I moaned, closing my eyes to focus on the feeling of him moving inside me. There was nothing like it in the world—the fullness, the friction, his delicious grunts while his hips moved.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispered, holding my hips in place as he picked up his speed. My boobs bounced with every thrust, and his throaty chuckle told me he liked the show before he added, “I could watch those tits bounce all day. Fuck, you are perfect.”
I would have told him I felt the same way about him, only I couldn’t form the words around the stream of ecstatic moans pouring from my lips. He was perfect. This was perfect—our life together, the promise of a bright future.
And many, many more years of this.
“Fuck me,” I begged, sitting up straight to hold him close, to claw at him, lick his skin, and graze him with my teeth. I couldn’t be close enough. I couldn’t have enough of him.
And still, he moved, his hips a blur as he pummeled me with his dick until the wet, sloppy noises of our love filled the space. “Yes… yes…” I urged close to the end.
“Nothing in the world… like this…” he grunted in my ear. “Feeling you… inside… so fucking tight…”
“Come with me.”
His deep groans told me he was already following close behind, and the idea excited me more, pushed me higher, farther. My legs tightened around him, clenching the way I clenched him inside before the wave broke, and I shuddered against his chest.
“Fuck… fuck, yes…” He slammed home one more time before filling me with a rush of warmth and the satisfaction of knowing I had satisfied him. It was a pleasure that went much deeper than anything physical. The kind that stirred my soul the way he had from the night we met.
“I love you,” I whispered, kissing his cheek while stroking the back of his neck. “You’ve made me very, very happy.”
Not just now, either.
From the beginning, and I hoped forever.