“Has there been a change in the weather?” My head jerks up at the sound of her voice, and I suck in a breath when I see what she’s wearing.
“Where did you get that?” I ask, staring at the red dress that clings to her curves.
This dress shows off every inch of her lush body and my fingers itch to dig into her right now. It’s held up by a strap across one shoulder that looks like roses. It’s breathtaking, but more than anything it’s her—soft and sweet but a little bit wild and free with the bottom flaring out around her. I know that side of her is from her mom, and I wish I could have met the woman who gave me such a gift. The more I learned about her mother the more I realized that a piece of that was inside my wife. I made a silent vow that I will always do my best to pull that part of my wife out of her. The small piece that’s a bit of a hippy with a free spirit and love of life. It’s in there, but sometimes it hides under the shadows of her father.
“I know that stepmother of yours did not pick that dress out.” I get up and close the distance between us. I have to put my hands on her and remind myself that she’s real and she’s all mine.
“I take it that means you like it.” She looks up at me through her lashes, and though I shouldn’t enjoy how shy and innocent she looks, I do.
“I like you in anything,” I say as I run my finger along her pretty pink cheeks. She’s made me into a desperate man who can’t stand to be more than a few feet from her. I touch my finger under her chin to raise her head as I lean down and kiss her. “Or out of it.”
I want to take her back to our bedroom and have my way with her. She makes that cute humming sound in the back of her throat like she always does when she’s wet. My cock swells thinking about what that sweet juice will taste like and I want to get on my knees and find out.
“It’s only for a little while,” she sighs, and I know she’s asking me to be the strong one and not make her stay home. She’ll do it for me, but I can’t ask her to do that. I need to try and find some control, but even after all this time my need for her hasn’t cooled.
“I’m timing it,” I say, and she laughs.
I take her arm and we leave for the Vine event. Once we’re in the back of the town car she snuggles into my side and I know she must be tired. I had to drag her to bed last night and make love to her until she passed out or she would have stayed up all night working on wedding plans. I should have let her sleep, but I woke her up this morning with my cock deep inside her because I had to remind myself she’s still mine. I made her cum three times before I let her fall back asleep again.
I have a feeling her stepmother isn’t helping with the stress of wedding either. The woman likes things done a certain way and I know my sweet wife will try to make her happy. I clench my jaw and rub my thumb up and down Blakely’s arm to try and cool my anger. Her sweetness is wasted on them. I’ve spent years biting my tongue when it comes to them because I know how they can they be. That’s why I don’t feel any guilt about rushing our first wedding and moving her right into our home.
I didn’t want them there then and I don’t want them there now either. Not after her father pretty much offered me his daughter as payment for his debt. I actually went to the event the night I met her because I wanted to confront him about the off-hand remark he sent me in an email.
I got distracted by her and forgot why I went to the party in the first place, until her father introduced me to her. I didn’t know what game he’d been playing that night and I didn't care because she wasn’t a game to me. He didn’t have to offer her as payment because