Riley smiles. “I didn’t think so.”
“Don’t you think it’s too soon to be so serious though?”
“Not at all.” He shakes his head. “I knew Devyn was the girl I wanted to spend my life with on the first day we met. I can’t explain why; it was a gut feeling. We were watching football together, drinking beers, and all I could think about was that I could happily spend the rest of my days with her. I was too stupid to act on it at the time, and I did a lot of things that I’ll regret for the rest of my life because of that. Don’t be the dumbass that I was.” He jerks his head in Devyn’s direction. “It took me almost ten years to make her mine. That’s ten years that I fucking wasted because I was too scared to admit the truth. If you get nothing else from this conversation, learn from that.”
I hug him as the song ends. “Thanks, Rye. Now, get back to your gorgeous wife.”
He squeezes me back. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”
Riley practically sprints across the dance floor to take Devyn into his arms. I meet Drew’s eyes across the room and nod in silent understanding before I step away. We’re on the same page about this thing between us; that much is obvious. Now, we just need to figure out how to make it happen with the least amount of collateral damage.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
DREW
I push Charlee up against the door and kiss the hell out of her the second she steps foot into my apartment. “God, I’ve been dying to do that all night.”
She pulls my lower lip between her teeth. “I know what you mean.” Charlee runs her hands over my shoulders and down my arms, before hooking her fingers in my belt loops. “I’m so glad you left the tux on.”
“Oh yeah?” I run my lips along the curve of her jaw. “Why’s that?”
She unbuckles my belt and lowers the zipper. “Is it weird that I totally want to fuck you while you’re wearing this thing?”
I suck her soft skin into my mouth just below her collarbone. “Honey, I’ll do whatever you want as long as the end result is my dick inside some part of you.”
Charlee releases a throaty chuckle and pulls on the belt loops until I’m following her into my bedroom. Once there, she pushes my slacks and boxers down just past my ass and drops to her knees.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as I take in the sight of her.
She shifts on her knees and eyes my dick thoughtfully. “Hmmm.”
I smirk. “Whatcha thinkin’ about down there?”
Charlee stands up again and gently pushes on my chest until I get the hint and climb on the bed. “Unless you want me to stick
with tea bagging, this will work much better with our height difference.”
I laugh as she wraps her fist around my erection but my amusement is quickly choked off as she runs her tongue along the length of my cock. I prop myself up with my elbows and watch as Charlee sucks on the tip, her pouty lips so goddamn warm and wet. Her bourbon eyes are wide open, latched onto mine. Damn, that’s an incredible sight. I wish I could take a picture but that would involve removing my dick from her mouth and I’m not volunteering to do that anytime soon. Since I don’t have a camera handy, I’ll just have to stash it in the good ol’ spank bank.
My beautiful wife uses her hand in conjunction with her mouth as she quickly moves up and down my shaft. My eyes roll back into my head when my dick taps the back of her throat. My jaw drops when she takes me in even further. Praise Jesus, Buddha, or whomever else you want to fucking worship. I don’t really care because I just learned that I married a girl who can deep throat!
Motherfucking deep throat, people.
Don’t get me wrong; blowjobs can be awesome without it—mind-blowing even—but holy shit, it’s an entirely different ballgame when you don’t have to worry about a gag reflex. It’s like winning the World Series, the Super Bowl, and the NBA Finals all rolled into one.
“Fuck, baby,” I pant. “So fucking good.”
She hums in acknowledgment and the vibration makes my goddamn toes curl. I’m trying to let her set the pace but I lose the will when she moans as I wrap her hair around my fist and give a little tug. Charlee’s nails dig into my thighs and her long locks tickle my abs as I thrust in and out of her heavenly mouth. Far too soon, pleasure courses its way through me. The muscles in my legs stiffen and my balls tighten, signaling my impending orgasm.
“Charlee...baby, I’m gonna...fuck, I’m about to come.”
Her lips remain wrapped around me which leaves me no choice but to shoot my load into her mouth. And dear God, she takes it all like a champ. I run my index finger along the indention from her hollowed cheek as she milks every last drop. As if this wasn’t already the best blowjob I’ve ever had, she makes it even better when she swallows.
Every. Last. Drop.
Well, hot damn. Color me impressed. Is there anything this woman can’t do?
I whimper as I pull out. Swear to Christ, hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.