Filthy Lies (Blackstone Dynasty 2)

Four days later.

With nothing to do but make love to my gorgeous wife and lounge around on the beach with her I was pretty pleased with the destination wedding I'd snagged from the silent auction at The Autumn Ball last year. Fripp Island was flanked by several tiny, nearly deserted islands all around us, connected by canals that ran through the marshy waterways. The beach side was the Atlantic Ocean. The whole area was one big wildlife refuge really. We'd seen a family of deer wander through the area just this morning while eating our breakfast outside on the deck. Dolphins appeared everywhere you looked. Yesterday we kayaked to another tiny island, called Prichard’s Island, where Win was so fascinated with the pile of driftwood she'd collected I was afraid we might capsize the kayak on the trip back. A dolphin followed us the whole way almost as if it were making sure we'd make it back safely. It was so awesome.

While I appreciated the beauty of nature, it was Winter's beauty that I found so magnificent as she played in the sand with her collection of shells in nothing but a pink and black flowered bikini. Fuck HOT. Her tits were pushed up and out the sides from the top and her ass was hanging out from the bottoms, and she never looked better in my view—happy and healthy—just as she should be.

The last months had been spent finding our rhythm with how we wanted our life to go. It certainly wasn't quick or easy finding it either. I didn't want her to overextend herself trying to create two safehouse networks from the ground up, so the pace on those projects was slowed. It was going to take some time. For now she was focusing on Sherborn and the equine therapy program it featured. Brooke and Caleb were the principals for The Sanctuary at Blackwater on Blackstone Island, where Winter was more of an admin and less hands-on than she was at Sherborn. I wasn't allowing her to get in over her head with

work again…because we were trying to have baby.

It wasn't something we'd talked about at first because neither of us felt really sure what the other one wanted to do. When you lose something you love in such a heartbreaking way, it's terrifying to put yourself or the one you love at risk for losing it a second time.

But my beautiful Winter is brave.

She is a fighter and doesn't back down from a challenge very often. So, when I asked her a month ago if she wanted to try again she didn't hesitate for even a tiny second. She just said, "Yes, James, that's what I want." And then she told me to get my ass naked as quickly as possible and to get started working on it with her.

Oh, I did. I still do. At every opportunity.

Probably the biggest surprise for me was her enthusiasm for the kink.

God.

She fucking LOVES being kinky with me. My major hesitation in the beginning in pursuing Winter turned out to be anything but a problem. My wife was a kinky fucker just as much as I was—maybe more sometimes.

She took me shelling on a beach the first day where we didn’t see another soul the entire time. We found hundreds of perfect conch shells, some as long as my foot. She'd dragged as many shells as she could carry back to our place along with the driftwood, which she was now arranging carefully in the sand.

"What are you making, beautiful?"

"See for yourself, handsome." She held out her hand to beckon me over.

I couldn't help but laugh at what she'd made with shells and driftwood in the sand. It was perfect. I reached for my phone to take a picture, because this masterpiece was going onto a framed canvas and then up on the fuckin’ wall in my office.

Mr. & Mrs. Blakney

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kinky fuckers in love

Blackstone Family Connections

The American Blackstones of Boston are related to the British Blackstones in the UK. For a fun look at just how they connect, please turn the page for a glimpse into Caleb and Brooke’s honeymoon, when he decided to take her back to her native England for the holidays…in A BLACKSTONE CHRISTMAS. You might see a character or two that you recognize from The Blackstone Affair. (wink)

A BLACKSTONE CHRISTMAS

CALEB

“My cousin, Hannah, runs this huge old manor house as a B&B in Somerset, and she just won’t take no for an answer about us staying the night. Are you going to be okay with that?”

I hoped my wife would tell me the truth about what she wanted to do. Brooke was the most undemanding person I had ever known in my life, so it was a crap shoot on whether I’d get this right or not.

“I will definitely be okay with it if you are, Caleb,” she answered serenely, stretching languidly among the sheets, where she looked far too sexy to even consider letting her leave the bed, let alone our hotel room.

A day ago we were honeymooning in Hawaii, today London, but it didn’t matter to me. I had my Brooke, and I’d go anywhere she wanted. This trip to London was for her, so it was going to play out exactly however she decided it would. Once she’d told me she hadn’t been back to the land of her birth since she’d left to live with her grandmother at fifteen, and how much she missed London, especially at Christmas, I knew where we’d be spending our first holidays together. Being able to give her even the simplest gift of a visit back home to England felt like I was winning.

“I know we said London, but their place is a good three hours by car, I can just call her back and say we can’t swing it this trip if you’d rather just stay in the city—l don’t want to force my family on you—”

She put two fingers over my lips and pressed down, effectively shutting me up without saying a word—something at which she was an expert. “You never force me to do anything, and I very much want to meet them. I need to know everything about my new husband—who spoils me rotten constantly—and that includes getting to know his English cousins, especially if one of them runs a B & B in a huge old manor house in Somerset.” She moved her fingers away and replaced them with her sweet lips instead. “Now come back into bed and warm me up,” she murmured softly. Her kiss kept my mouth silent, but who needs words when you have the most beautiful wife in the world naked in the sheets, hopped up on pregnancy hormones, with nothing but time to give her what she just asked for?

Have I mentioned what a lucky bastard I am? Or how, for like the first time in forever, I am digging the holidays this year? Merry effing Christmas, and glad tidings of great joy, Blackstone. Don’t fuck with good fortune when your wife needs you to fuck her instead. I am probably going to hell for that filthy thought, but I’ll worry about that at another time. I’m on my honeymoon with the love of my life, who at this very moment has her gorgeous naked body pressed right up against me in the bed.