Smokescreen

Jake gives me a shit-eating grin and then shakes his head with disbelief. I can’t blame him. I’m a fucking goner.

“Max, get over there.” My mom pushes me and points to the ground where Stella and Laci are fawning.

I walk over and whisper softly in Stella’s ear, “Surprise.”

Her head snaps to me and eyes pool with tears. “I can’t believe this.” She rests her forehead against mine. Even with tears spilling down her cheeks, her smile brightens the room.

“How? I thought she wasn’t available until next week.”

“They told a little lie. I asked them to hold you off until I could get her for you.”

“You two look at me.” My mom breaks in and snaps a few shots as we smile at her. Once she’s done, she drops her camera and comes straight for the puppy.

Stella hands her over and leans on me to help her up. I pull her close and breathe in her scent, memorizing this moment. The look on her face, the pure amazement, the love, the delight, erases all the memories of the afternoon with Grant and fills my heart with joy. If she responds this way to a puppy, I can’t wait to see how she responds to holding our children.

Finally we get to bed at midnight. Once we left Stella’s office, everyone came back to her house and ordered dinner. My mom and Dana had a car full of stuff for the dog. Mason and Matt joined us and I sat back and watched as all the women unpacked and set up. I hadn’t pushed the move since we got back because I wanted Stella to have this dog in her house. She wanted it so badly and I couldn’t take it away from her. But as soon as Brutus was trained, we were moving.

She assumed I was giving her time to get used to the idea, especially after we spoke to her parents, but I was appeasing her. I told her dad, Sam, about the dog and he laughed saying I was going to regret it. He explained that he did something similar once and he didn’t sleep alone with Jenny for two years. I immediately told him about the crate. He laughed harder and slapped me on the back. Her mom was pleased with the idea of us living together, saying once you found love not to ignore it. I agreed with her completely.

Stella’s sister, Amy, was harder to warm up to. She was reserved and quiet. Her focus was always on her big sister and I tried like hell to talk to her. She was always polite but kept her distance. It wasn’t until the end of the night that she hugged me close and said, “Don’t fucking hurt her,” that I understood. She’s fiercely protective.

Tonight when I saw her with the dog and her happiness, I knew. Just her smile could lighten my darkest day. My mom, Dana, and Jake saw it too. Each of them took the opportunity to give me words of encouragement, or in Jake’s case, shit, as soon as they could.

When my brothers watched the video Landon took on his phone and uploaded, I swear there was a tear in Matt’s eye. He pushed off the sofa with the excuse to get a beer, but I knew he was affected. Our dad gave Matt a basset hound on his fifteenth birthday and he had the same reaction as Stella. His excitement got to him and we all cheered. That dog still lives at my mom’s house and follows Matt around everywhere.

Chris showed up with a bottle of my favorite scotch as a congratulations on my “first child.” I wanted to shove him, but Stella ran into his arms and I had no choice but to watch him hug my woman smugly.

After dinner, everyone said their goodbyes. Stella moved the crate to her room and set it up in the corner before jumping in the shower and instructing me to “watch the puppy.”

If this dog was going to be a cock block, I had a huge problem. A naked, happy, and grateful Stella was in the shower and I was sitting on the end of the bed watching a puppy snore.

Stella walks out a few seconds later with steam following her and nothing else. My eyes dance at her naked body as she comes to me, barely dry from the shower and sexy as hell.

“You deserve a really, really big thank you.”

She surprises me by dropping to her knees and reaching for my belt. My cock jumps at her as soon as she gets my pants down enough to set it free

Her eyes meet mine for a brief second before she sucks me into her mouth, causing a groan. She’s given me blowjobs before, but this is different. When I hit the back of her throat, she squeezes my balls lightly, causing me to buck into her. I grow even harder feeling the blood rush to my dick. Her head bobs up and down coating my shaft with wetness that leaves me wanting to come desperately and watch as she swallows every fucking drop. But I hold back as blood pounds through my veins. She moves to the tip, paying special attention to my head, licking and nipping it. I feel my balls start to shrivel, ready to explode in pleasure.

“Stella, I want you. Don’t make me come like this, I need to feel you.” Desperations fills my voice because I can’t hold on much longer. Watching her give me head is possibly the worst form of sexual torture trying not to come. I could have blown as soon as she hit her knees.

“Lucky for you this is the kind of thank you that you get to choose. However you want me, all night long, your choice and your control.”

My mouth goes dry. “Climb on and wrap around, I want you against me all night.”

She backs away only enough to undress me and push back on the bed. Once I’m propped on the headboard, she untangles her bun and lets her hair fall over her shoulders. My dick is hard and raging and she takes no time straddling and sliding me inside her. My legs cage her in and hers do the same. We rock together slowly, feeling the burn as one. Her elbows rest on my shoulders and hands grip the back of my neck. My palms travel down to hold onto her waist right above her hips. Her skin is smooth against my fingertips and I savor in the feelings shooting through every nerve. Her body sets me on fire.

I push into her roughly and she moans in pleasure. Her pelvis pumps against mine until we find a rhythm. Our chests rub against one another, causing her nipples to poke into my own. My hands skim up her body until both cover her tits, squeezing, kneading, pinching.

She throws her head back arching into me deeper and I fucking stop myself from coming on sight. The animalistic growl that leaves my throat triggers her head to snap up and the amber of her eyes does me in and I pump into her faster.

She meets me thrust for thrust, clawing at my shoulders, biting at my neck and then finally screams my name so loud I swear the windows rattle. My release follows, filling her so hard, so hot and heavy, my knees shake below us. I bite down on the skin between her collarbone and the swell of her left breast, pouring myself into her. We stay silent for a few minutes, holding each

other, panting, letting our sweat seep together. In this moment, I never want to let her go.

“This is my new favorite position,” she mutters.

“Mine too. Think we can sleep this way?”