The Convenient Wife

The wind blows again, causing a shiver to zip down my spine. “It’s getting cold, look at the trees, the leaves are all changing. I can feel winter in my bones.”

“Fall’s here,” he says, scooting up on the bench. “But, something else is going to change too…”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” Rubbing his back, my eyes are on the ducks.

I’m enjoying this moment and the silence that’s encasing us in our own little bubble. It feels like we’re the only ones in the world and I don’t mind this solitude one bit. Bolt is moving around, but I’m not paying attention to what he’s doing.

“Our lives, our lives are about to change.”

My fingers slip off his back as he gets up off the bench, so I flick my eyes in his direction. Bolt is standing briefly, then drops to his knee in front of me. Pulling a small white box from his jacket pocket, he holds it up.

“There are very few things in this world that I know, Starla. But the things I do know, I don’t doubt for a second. I know that I love you with all my heart. I want to make it real, I want a real marriage, with real children, and a real future together.” Pulling the top back, the ring glistens, sparkling brightly even under the cloudy sky. “Will you marry me?”

Tears spring up instantly as I cup my mouth with my hands. “Are you serious?”

Nodding, he pulls the ring out of the box and takes my hand. “Very serious.” Setting the band at the edge of my finger, he smiles up at me. “I can’t slip it on until you say it.”

“Can we still make whiskey together?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he answers with a chuckle. “So…” Tilting his head, he lets his eyes still on mine, “is that a yes?”

“Yes, yes.” Shaking my head up and down, my hand is trembling as he pushes the ring onto my finger. “Wow, it’s beautiful, Bolt.” Lifting my hand to my face, I take a closer look at the ring. “Is this. . .”

“The original ring you picked out before?” he asks, finishing my sentence. “It is. I wanted to get you the one you wanted, the one you really loved.”

Diving at him, he falls back and I land on top of him. “I love you, I love you so much.”

Bolt kisses me softly, brushing the hair away from my face. “I love you too. I never thought I’d meet someone that made me feel this way. With you, I feel complete.” Kissing me again, his hands slide down my back and onto my ass.

We’re both laying on the ground, consumed by this feeling flowing through our veins. Nothing else matters, nothing around matters. We’re lost in each other, happily ignoring the outside world in this blissful solitude.

“Ow,” Bolt snaps, jerking his lips away.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

Quack, quack. The mother duck is right behind Bolt’s head, glaring at him like he invaded her nest.

“She bit me on my head.” Rubbing the back of his head, he twists his face to look at her. The duck lunges in his direction, causing Bolt to push up onto his elbows and throw a hand in her direction. “Get,” he barks at her, flipping his fingers again. “Get out of here.” The duck quacks again, charging at him like she could scare him away.

“We should have brought bread.” Giggling, I sit back on my knees. “I think she likes you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like her.” We both start laughing, unable to control ourselves. Bolt rises to his feet and helps me up. “Come on, let’s finish this at home.”

We’re barely in the door before his hands are tearing at my jacket and his lips are on mine. I can feel the passion in his kiss, the way his tongue slips easily between my lips, dancing across ridges, tasting and licking.

The sharp edges of his teeth pluck at my throat, scraping down my neck and sending goosebumps cascading over my flesh. I feel the tremble as it hits my thighs, making my pussy clench and my heart speed up.

Bolt growls, the sound is nothing but warm air and need as he rips my jacket down my arms and throws it to the floor.

“I love you,” is all he’s able to force out as his hands glide up my back, tugging me into his chest. “I love you and the babies you’re going to have.”

“Is that right?” I ask, dropping my head back so he has room to kiss my throat. His lips place weighted kisses across my collarbone as he digs his teeth into my shoulder.

“That’s right.” Palming my mound, Bolt runs his tongue up my throat and over the shell of my ear. “I’m going to fuck you till you’re carrying my baby…” His voice trails off as he pushes his thumb against my swelling button. “Till my seed is planted and our baby is growing in your belly.”