Nailing My Wife

“We’re going to have to take a drive over there to get a thorough look and measurements. What is your budget?”

“No more than forty-K.” That’s a high figure. We’ll definitely be able to get everything done. I wonder what this guy does for a living, but it would be rude to ask.

“Sounds good. That should be plenty. And when do you want this done?”

“What’s your standard turn around time?”

“Two months from design, supply orders, and installation. It can go faster if you agree with our designs and if nothing has to be ordered from overseas. That in itself can take time.”

“That works. I want it to be a great place to entertain.”

“Okay, how about we drive out there?”

“I’m ready when you are.” He directs his response to me which is good. I didn’t miss the subtle glances at my wife’s sexy legs in her heels.

“Do you want me to come with?” she asks, looking up from her notes.

I nod. “Yes, I’ll need you to take notes.” It’s what Ben would do. It’s not usually my job to do this kind of thing, so it’s nice to have an expert do it.

“Won’t your boss need you?”

“He’s on a mini-vacation with his wife. I’m all Dane’s,” she answers, implying so much more than just work. Damn, I love my woman.

We get our things and meet him out in the work yard. “We’ll be back in about two hours,” I inform the crew.

“Okay. We have a load of blocks coming today. We’ll unload them, but where do you want them. Space is getting tight.”

“Put them right outside the office to the left of the staircase.”

“I’ll order pizza for lunch on our way back.”

“That works of us.” I take Brenda’s hand and lead her to my truck. I want to give him another warning that she’s mine, but I can’t risk letting a client get away because I’m a jealous husband.

“What’s wrong, Dane?” she asks the second I close the truck door.

“I’m trying not to kill the bastard for staring at you. You’re mine.”

“That I am. Don’t worry, I’m not going to run off with anyone. You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank fuck for that, but he needs to keep his eyes and hands away from you, or I’ll beat his ass.”

“Don’t cost Ben a client because of me. He’ll never let you do an estimate and contract alone again.”

“Then I’ll be on my best behavior.”

For the rest of the day, Jones and I behave ourselves, and I don’t get myself fired or charged with murder. Now to celebrate with my bride.

Chapter 2

Three Months Later

Dane

I watch Brenda walk into Ben’s office, and I want to drag her the fuck out of there. Her long hair is in the sexy waves that bounce as she moves in that flattering summer skirt and blouse I’ll never get enough of looking at her even when she’s pissed.

She had a lot of attitude when she left this morning. I don’t fucking appreciate that shit. I know she’s busy, but over the past month, things have gotten worse. No matter what I do, she’s ticked off. I’m starting to think it’s more than our relationship that is the problem. Something’s bothering her. I know she’s been concerned that we haven’t gotten pregnant yet and blames herself for it. We fuck like bunnies, but her periods keep coming month after month. I don’t know what to do because Mira and Ben are pregnant with their second kid already. They only got together four months before us.

I don’t understand why I’m not giving her a baby. I want her carrying ten of my babies inside her womb, but it is what it is. It’s not as if it’s going to change anything if we don’t have babies. I love her with every damn fiber of my being. And I sure as fuck love being buried deep inside her. Our sex life is still on point. We’ve been married for almost two years, and every fucking chance we get, we’re coming wildly.

She has to know she’s my world. Every day I tell her that I love her. The door closes a bit forcefully behind her. We will be talking later. That’s for sure. I’m not letting that lousy attitude get between us. I hear the door behind me, but I’m still focused on my grumpy wife. She’s all that matters to me.

“Mr. Harris, can I have a word with you?” I internally cringe before I turn around to see Tiffany Morris. She’s a client of ours, and her project starts tomorrow. I’m leaving my lovely wife for a week in order to oversee the damn starting of the build.

Ben wants me to handle her job because he didn’t want to deal with anything that would take him away from his family. Mira was busy with their son and a second on the way, and he’s on call. They still have about two months left, but he’s a bit on the worried side.