words out before I’m filling her to the brim with my steel length again. She moans loudly, and I have to slap a hand over her mouth. Her legs rise, and I wrap them around my waist as I sink all the way in. She makes a choked noise when I pull out and slam inside her, and fuck if I’m not on the brink of coming already.
“Right there, ohmigod.” Her muffled moan surrounds my hand. Her teeth dig into me as I rut into her. I’ve never felt so complete than I do at this moment. Not only is she my wife now, but her moans bring me solace, her fight brings me happiness, and her cunt brings me pleasure like never before.
I pull out and slam into her time and time again until my balls tingle, and I’m emptying into her. She’s breathing heavily, and as she stands, my seed seeps from her, streaking her thighs. It’s an image I never want to forget. One that’ll be prime jerking material for the rest of my life.
“Guess you should come live with me, wife.”
“Wife. I can get used to that,” she muses, touching her chin. I grip the same flesh.
“I can get used to watching my cum spill down your thighs.”
She smiles with red tinting her cheeks, and before I let her leave me again, I reach between her thighs, swiping my seed that’s dripped out, and with the most purposeful hand ever, I force it into her cunt over and over again as she whimpers. Then when she’s practically falling, I rub her clit until she coats my fingers all over again.
“Next time you want to challenge me, Sous, I’ll take your ass, just as I promised last time.”
“Promises, promises, Tobias. You keep saying you’re going to own me, but I think you’re mistaken.”
I growl and pull her mouth to mine, biting, nibbling, making sure she has bruises, whether visible or not.
“This is the start of us, little chef. Just you wait.”
“I’ll believe you when my ass is a little less virginal.”
Twenty minutes later, she’s following me into my hotel room, and I’m fucking her in every position. I make sure to finger her ass, preparing her for the next time when my cock takes its place.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Past
Toby
“You’re happy,” Frankie muses, sitting next to me. We’re driving to Hollow Ridge to see Gene. He promised me Mom’s ring. And while the story behind it isn’t the prettiest, it matters to me. It’s all I have of my family. Or will be, once it’s mine.
“I love her so much,” I respond, gripping the steering wheel. Love makes us mad, yes? Well, Joey’s love makes me sane. Absolutely sure and secure. It breathes life back into me.
“Does she know why you guys are leaving all of a sudden for Cancun?”
“No, but she’ll be freaking the hell out when you, Gray, Nate, Bobbie, Gene, and her dad show up.”
He smiles, his face full of happiness. I thought for sure he’d be jealous of our happiness. It’s not like I could hide my own jealousy when Jase and Lo got married. But he seems at ease. Like this information makes him as happy as finding love himself would.
“Nate doing okay?” Francis’s jaw clenches.
“He’s not horrible. You know how he gets,” he mutters. It’s not disappointment lacing his tone, it’s worry. I feel the same, though their friendship is longer and more intertwined than Nate’s and my own.
“Do you think I shouldn’t have invited him?” Not having him there would feel wrong. He’s meant to witness this. Something happy. No more guilt.
He wears that like a full body tattoo. No amount of scrubbing can clean his conscience, not in his mind.
“With Bobbie there, I think it’ll be okay. She grounds him.”
Understanding fills me. Bobbie is his as Joey is to me, his hope. He may not see it—the drugs and depression may cloud him so much that he can’t see it—but she’s going to save him. When he’s ready, maybe she’ll even allow their love to be real between them and not full of lies.
“I’m excited to marry her. For real this time,” I mention as we drop the heavy subject.
After we meet with Gene, I’m holding the ring in my hand. The one that’s my mom’s. It’s beautiful and perfect for Joey. I drop Francis off on the way home, and while Joey is still at Mi Casa, I pack it in my bag, hoping it doesn’t get lost.