Merry Ever After

“Yes, I do.” He kisses the end of my nose and then my lips. “And your family will, too, so how about you stop feeding me sweet-plantain bullshit and tell me the truth about how you’re having a thermonuclear meltdown about this checkup I’m having tomorrow?”

“No, I’m not!” That my voice is a full octave higher than my usual tone doesn’t do much to make my case.

His soft laughter echoes off the walls of our huge bedroom in the house we bought to live happily ever after together. Except that won’t be possible unless he’s here with me for a very long time. “Let’s see what we can do to make you nice and relaxed so you can get some sleep.”

After months of nights just like this, he knows exactly how to kiss and touch me until I’m not thinking about anything other than how I can get more of his special brand of magic. His tongue is soft, persuasive and insistent when it encircles my nipple, making it stand up with attention and interest in what might come next.

Sometimes that might be teeth, other times it might be gentle suction that’s almost enough on its own to take me right over the edge into orgasm. He’s that good. Tonight, seeming to realize they’re needed, he brings out the big guns and has me quivering like a bowl full of jelly under him in no time at all.

What, me worry? Ha, who has the brain cells for that when Wyatt Blake has your legs on his shoulders and his face buried in your hoo-ha? Not me, that’s for sure. He’s found the natural sedative I needed in the form of multiple orgasms—and that’s before we get to the main event.

And you wonder why I was willing to risk epic heartbreak to have this with him?

“Dee.”

His voice pulls me out of my head to open my eyes, blinking his gorgeous face into focus.

He’s propped above me, watching over me with blue eyes gone fierce with love.

When he looks at me that way, he can have anything he wants.

“Are you with me?” he asks as he begins to press his hard cock into me.

“I’m with you.”

“I want you to repeat after me. Are you ready?”

He expects me to speak when he’s stretching me to my absolute limit? I lick my lips and nod.

“I, Dee Giordino…”

“I, um, Dee Giordino…”

“Do solemnly swear to stop worrying about Wyatt Blake…”

I don’t want to say those words, so I shake my head.

“Say it.”

Begrudgingly, I say the words.

“Because he swears to God on a stack of Bibles there’s nothing to worry about. If something was wrong, he would know it.”

My chin quivers as I battle emotions that want to suck me into a spiral from which I might never recover.

“Do you hear me, babe?” he asks in a soft but urgent tone. “I would know if there was something wrong. There’s nothing wrong, and they aren’t going to find anything tomorrow. You got me?”

I want so badly to believe that.

“Delores…”

He’s pulling out the biggest of guns now—in more ways than one as he withdraws completely from me.

I grasp his muscular ass cheeks and try to put him back where I want him. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you’re not hearing me.”

“I am!”