I motion with the twirl of my finger for her to turn around and face the other direction. Her eyes grow wide and alight with seductive mischief.
Unzipping my fly, I wrench my pants down, kicking them off as I simultaneously lift the edge of her dress over her rump to display her ass.
She has on a white satin thong, and I toy with the scrap of lace in the crease with my finger, running a rough palm over the smooth cheek before I snap my wrist and give her a nice slap on the rear.
She yips and I grin. “That’s for lying to me, wifey.”
I run the hand over the reddened flesh and then bend down to kiss it. My lips connect with warm, soft flesh. She moans softly and pushes her backside into me as I chuckle.
“Are you going to lie to me again?”
“No,” she moans, as I grab her hips and buck my erection into the crease of her ass.
Reaching around the front, I find a nice, wet spot and slip my finger through her folds.
“Good. And are you going to tell your new husband how you feel about him?” I tweak a nipple through her dress, and she drops her cheek to the bed with another long whimper.
I smack her ass again and then plunge a finger inside her tight heat, finding her so wet and ready for me. I stroke inside a few times and spread her juices over her throbbing clit, waiting for her to respond to my question.
She moans and curses, undulating her hips, bucking against me as I play with her hard nub, working it into a frenzy.
“Oh, my God, Kellan. I love you. Don’t stop that. Don’t stop. I’m coming…”
Reaching into my shorts, I pull out my cock, slide the string of her panties aside and push inside my wife’s waiting body, throwing my head back in grateful relief as her orgasm splinters apart and she spasms around me.
I rock into her, grabbing onto one of her shoulders and pulling her up so I can whisper in her ear.
“I love you, too, Hollis. My wife. My life.”
Chapter Eleven
One year later
“Congratulations, Mr. U.S. Citizen!”
I throw my arms around my husband’s neck, elated and so proud of him for passing his immigration test. This is a very important day for him, and I have a celebration party planned for later this evening.
He smiles that beautiful smile I’ve loved since the first time we met and flirted several years earlier. The one that says so many things all in one expression. Today, though, it shines through with love and joy at finally becoming a citizen.
This past year has provided us with many hurdles and obstacles to manage through. I did end up taking ownership of Flying Aces, but only after my grandfather sadly passed away from prostate cancer, which he’d been battling for a year before he told me about it. The only good thing about having a little bit of time left with him was that he met and spent lots of time with Kellan over the summer, who he fell in love with instantly.
Seems like a real problem we Taylor’s have when it comes to Kellan Muller. He’s too easy to love and too hard to resist.
Kellan unwraps my arms from around his neck and shows me his citizenship papers.
“So official!” I cheer, waving it around and then placing it on the table behind me, where I grab an envelope I’d placed there earlier.
Handing it to him, I say, “Open it up. It’s your present.”
He gives me a funny look, but shreds the envelope open the way Kellan does. Quick and efficiently. Just the way he flew down the slopes when he was a world-champion skier. Just like he learned the ropes as a coach and now has made a name for himself with junior skiers all over the world vying for spots on his roster to work with him.
And just like he had me falling for him a little over a year ago.
But the amazing thing about Kellan is that when he goes in, he goes all in. With everything he has. That’s why I know this surprise will be something he will be great at.
I watch with tears filling my eyes and a shaky hand covering my mouth as he slides out the photo from the envelope.
It’s grainy, black and white, and a bit hard to decipher. And I’ve doctored up the picture just a bit to include a skier emoji in the top right corner.
