“We can. Are you okay?”
“No, you lied, Nex. You promised no ‘bring your wife to work’ moments; yet here we are.”
I smirked when she pulled away and plopped against the seat, cutting me a side glance before she closed her eyes.
“This wasn’t exactly work so I didn’t lie, but regardless, I’ll still make it up to you.”
And I would!
I sankinto my wife with a groan of satisfaction. Yeah, definitely no outs. She was mine for better or worse, until death do us part, and I had no plans on leaving this earth anytime soon. Neither would she.
When we returned to our hotel, I did as promised and began the process of making up for Cia having witnessed me kill a man. I thought she would resist, want space, tell me to get the hell away from her, but I was pleasantly surprised when I began undressing her and she let me.
I made her come multiple times on my tongue then spread her open, sliding into her pussy, enjoying the way her lids fluttered and she arched away from the mattress. So fucking beautiful and so fucking mine.
I took my time. Even if she admitted her preference was when I fucked her hard and fast, that wasn’t what she needed right now nor was it what I wanted. My strokes were slow, easy, and languid. My eyes remained on hers, even as I explored her mouth with my tongue at the same pace I rocked into her.
The way she spasmed around my dick had me barely holding on. My thrusts were lazy, dragging from her pulsing core only to thrust back in deeper each time I rocked my hips forward.
Cia’s mouth dropped open and I smirked at the trembles of her neck as she moaned through approval of my depth and pace. When she lifted her hips and arched her back from the mattress again, I plowed into her, thrusting deep until I bottomed out. She gripped me tightly, causing every nerve ending in my dick to thrive and pulse.
“I can’t, this is…oh fuck…” She came hard, and the start of hers forced mine. I shifted my angle to make sure I brushed her clit while I continued thrusting into her with long, hard plunges until her body jerked and her hips were bucking against me. Not letting up until her body gave out and sank into the mattress.
When I was completely empty, I rolled over onto my back, bringing her with me. Cia shifted, relaxing on my chest, draping one of her legs over mine, giving me the warmth of her pussy against my thigh.
“I’m still mad at you,” she mumbled, bringing a smile to my face.
“Do you want a divorce?”
“No.”
I kissed her forehead again. “Then you can be mad at me all you want.”
“You’re working with my brother.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“You said you didn’t want that kind of power and control.”
I frowned, lowering my eyes to hers. “I don’t but there has to be balance. They’ll never allow things to remain with just Merrick and Arlo. We fucked up the balance with what happened today. Someone has to take Harte’s place.”
“Did Merrick ask you to be the one to do it?”
I grunted. “No, the last thing he wants is to be tied to me with your family’s business dealings. However, what he wants even less is for it to be someone else.Anyoneelse. I’m the best choice he has.”
She nodded in understanding. “So what now…”
I frowned a bit. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to spend Christmas here but I don’t think I’m ready to spend it with my family either.” She frowned and worried her bottom lip before she added, “And you don’t celebrate Christmas…”
“I’ll celebrate whatever my wife wants me to celebrate.”
She groaned into my shoulder. “You’re totally going to overdo it with the wife thing, aren’t you?”
I pinched her chin and tilted it enough to gain access to her lips which I brushed mine over. “Have you seen my wife? Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
She smiled and I kissed her slowly, trying to wrap my mind around how I’d ended up here, with Cia Malone as my wife and becoming one third of the power who controlled Diamond Falls. Two things I’d never desired. One of which I could take or leave; the other I refused to fucking let go of,ever. Based on the way she kissed me back, I would assert Cia felt the same.
