Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
brANDON
“ K eep your eyes closed, kitten,” I instructed as I carefully led her up a set of stairs.
Carly mock pouted but she couldn’t hold the expression and a sly smile slid onto her face. “Will you punish me if I don’t?”
I was immediately hard, remembering the last time she’d disobeyed me. My naughty little kitty cat seemed to rustle up trouble on purpose from time to time. Apparently, my punishments were not a deterrent. I couldn’t disagree with that line of thinking because it led to so much pleasure. Just picturing her pretty pink ass, her rosy lips wrapped around my cock, and the sight of her lost in ecstasy as I held her on the precipice of orgasm had me tempted to turn around and take her right back to the bed we’d barely left an hour before.
But I focused on my purpose for being at our location. I couldn’t wait to see her expression at my surprise. My girl deserved a break and a reward after working so hard lately.
I’d always known Carly had a good head on her shoulders, but in the last several weeks, she’d blown me away. I didn’t think it was possible to be more impressed. Her instincts for business were excellent and it didn’t take long for her to lay out a plan, one that would be very lucrative, and begin to implement it.
She also sold off her father’s personal assets, having no desire to ever be reminded of her life with him. We decided to move out of our apartment and find a home where our family could grow. Since I owned the building, we offered the place to Thomas when we eventually moved out.
One night, as we lay in bed talking quietly, Carly described the kind of life she dreamed of for our children. The childhood she wished she’d experienced, a happy home with loving parents, and laughter. The beautiful sounds of laughter and joy. She even gave me a vague picture of the kind of house she wanted. It gave me an idea, and I was on the phone with Nic the next morning. I turned my idea into a reality, one I was excited to share with Carly.
I opened the door at the top of the steps and swooped her up into my embrace. She yelped in surprise before it morphed into giggles.
“Open your eyes, kitten,” I whispered.
The moment her dark red lashes no longer shielded her emerald green pools, I carried her over the threshold.
“What are you—” Carly stopped suddenly, her gaze sweeping over the beautiful interior of a restored brick townhouse. Her mouth opened into a cute little O as awe dawned on her face. “Why are we here?” Her voice trembled and I prayed it was hope causing the tremor.
“Welcome home, kitten.”
Her smile was blinding, but I couldn’t look away, staring directly into the sun. “Are you serious?” She threw her arms around me and planted a kiss on my lips. Before I could deepen it, she was wiggling to get down.
“Hey now,” I grumbled. I set her on her feet, but kept her in the circle of my arms. “That wasn’t a proper thank you.”
She laughed and her next kiss was passionate and had me on the edge of simply dropping to the floor and fucking her right there in the entry of our new home.
She tore her lips away and moved her lips to my ear, purring, “Later, I’ll thank the fuck out of you.” I gasped when her hand squeezed my erection through my jeans. “Literally.”
I growled and made a grab for her as she danced out of my embrace. Her smile was infectious and I took her on a tour of the four-story brownstone, enjoying her exclamations of delight. The master suite was on the second floor and boasted a large bay window, complete with a seat and bookshelves on either side. She rushed over and took in the view while I waited patiently for the rest of my surprise to register.
I knew it had hit her when her hands flew up to cover her mouth and she turned to me, tears leaking from her beautiful eyes. She suddenly rushed me, and I barely managed to keep us upright as she jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
“We’re two doors down from Nic and Anna!” she squealed. “I love this neighborhood!”
Clearly, I’d chosen right and I was willing to admit, my chest might have puffed up a little in pride. Grasping the back of her neck with one hand, I left the other firmly on her ass, supporting her. “I know, kitten. Now you can have everything you dreamed of.” Then I gently brought her face forward and crushed my mouth over hers.
“I love it, Bran. It’s perfect,” she mumbled against my lips. She deepened the kiss and my control snapped. I spun around and walked to the nearest wall, pressing her back into it. My rock hard dick ground into her center as I ravished her mouth, a deep groan rumbling from my chest.
“Brandon, we can’t,” she admonished, even as she squirmed closer and moaned.
“We own the fucking place, kitten,” I growled. “We’re just getting a jump start on christening every room.”
Our tongues tangled again, teeth clashing, lips sealed together. I was lost to her, frenzied with need and I couldn’t wait another second.
I unfastened my pants and released my cock before moving on to her zipper. “Fuck,” I grunted when it became obvious that her skinny jeans weren’t going to make this easy. I set her down and worked them over her hips, taking her underwear with it, then removing them altogether. All the while grousing about the lack of easy access and demanding she only wear skirts from then on.
Finally, she was free and I started to stand, but not before placing a kiss on the red curls at the apex of her thighs, then on her stomach where our baby grew. Back on my feet, I stepped out of my pants, whipped my shirt off, and helped her out of her t-shirt and bra.
My wife was fucking gorgeous. I grabbed her hand and strode over to the window seat, sitting. I turned her around and bit one luscious globe of her ass. She squeaked and squirmed, ending with a moan. Spreading her legs on either side of me, I dipped a finger into her pussy. “So fucking wet. You need me, kitten? Do you want my cock buried in your drenched pussy?”
“Yes,” she panted.
I took hold of her hips and guided her down, her heat slowly sheathing my cock until I was fully seated inside her. She didn’t waste any time moving in slow circles, whimpering every time my cock hit just the right spot. I slid my hands around to cup her tits, pinching her nipples, making the walls of her pussy clench.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I gritted through clenched teeth. Her tight little pussy was squeezing me so tight, it was taking everything I had to keep from coming, my dick already leaking come. “More,” I rumbled. She started to bounce on my cock and my hips bucked up into her.
My fingers twisted and plucked her nipples while I nibbled on the back of her neck, leaving little bites, marking her with evidence so everyone who saw them would know she was taken. “That’s right, kitten. Take my cock deep, baby. Help me fuck you. Good girl,” I praised as she began to lift and drop, slamming down onto me.
Her cries of passion were escalating into screams, her body tightly wound and vibrating with tension. She was right there and I almost breathed a sigh of relief, so ready to let go. My balls and cock were so full and hard, I was in pain.
“You ready, kitten?”
“Yes! Please, Bran. I need to come. Oh! Oh, fuck, yes!”
I used my index and middle finger to manipulate her clit until she exploded, taking me with her. Her name thundered from me as I released jet after jet of come into her. When her tremors ceased, she slumped back, resting limply against me. I was sucking in air, trying to get my heart rate to return to normal. But then, there really was no normal when it came to my wife. If my heart wasn’t racing with need, it was bursting with love. I mentally shook my head at myself, I was starting to sound like a pussy.
Out of nowhere, Carly shrieked and jumped up from my lap, causing me to stand, shoving her behind me and looking around wildly for the threat. But there was no one there. “What the hell?”
She pushed me aside and rushed over to her clothes, tossing mine over, my shirt landing on my head, and scrambled to get dressed.
Still confused, I tugged my shirt on and asked, “Where’s the fire, kitten?”
“We just gave our brand new neighbors a live sex show!” she yelled. I burst out laughing so hard I was forced to bend over, clutching my stomach. “Brandon! You’re mooning our entire street. Cover your ass up!”
She started mumbling about neighbors and first impressions as she streaked over to a large master bath and started finger combing her hair. I finished donning my clothes and ambled over, smirking, “Kitten, you might as well give up. Nothing is going to take away that freshly fucked look you have going on.”
She glared daggers at me, her hands dropping to her hips. I pried them away and tugged her into me, hugging her fiercely. I had an ace up my sleeve that was sure to make her forget the possibility, however unlikely, of someone seeing us fuck through the window.
“Do you want to see the backyard?”
She reared back, her eyes widening and her brows shooting up. Having a yard in Manhattan is rare, but when I went looking for a house to buy close to Nic and Anna, it was one of my requirements. I would do anything to give Carly everything she dreamed of, and her fantasy included a backyard where our little ones could play.
“Really?” she breathed.
I nodded and took her hand, silently leading her downstairs and out through a set of French doors in the back den. They opened up to a modest yard, but her eyes were immediately dawn to the last of my surprises.
In one corner of the lot was a play set, swings, and a play house. Every child’s dream backyard.
Her hands rested over her stomach as she gazed around. I walked up behind her and lay my hands on top of hers. “You’re going to have so much fun here, little peanut,” she whispered, looking down at where our baby grew in her belly. “You’ll be so happy, so loved.”
I kissed the top of Carly’s head, then rested my chin there. “You’re going to be an amazing mother, kitten.”
She leaned back into me, sighing contentedly, then giggled. “And you’re going to be a complete pushover. I can just see our little girls wrapping you around their fingers.”
I shuddered. “Girls? I don’t think I could handle the stress of more than one. Fuck, Carly. Look at you. You’re so damn beautiful. I’ll have to build them a fucking tower to keep all the boys away from my precious baby girls.”
Carly laughed and just like always, the sound washed over me, leaving only sweetness and pleasure in its wake. I had never longed for this life. A wife, baby, home; these were things that seemed almost abstract, something I might have in the future, but had none of my focus at the moment.
But standing there, holding my wife and our baby, on the deck of our picturesque home, I realized there was nothing I would ever want more.