He told me to take a break and get some fresh air. It was his go-to approach when I wouldn’t come to heel for him. I loved my dad and trusted his instincts regularly, but not on that point. If nothing else cemented my position, it was that I met the woman of my dreams, on my birthday, in a park I never should have been at to begin with. To me, it was a flashing neon sign that I was on the right path. Things never lined up so well otherwise.
I glanced up as Moreland grumbled to me about his overbearing parents and the door to the bar opened to reveal a blonde and her Asian friend. They were both obviously dressed for a night of fun while wearing tight, short dresses that caught the light and sparkled enough to draw immediate attention to them. Unfortunately, neither of them was my girl. Just as I was about to turn back to my cousin, the two women moved and a third appeared.
There she was. Her hair, while dulled under the shitty bar lights, still held notes of red intermixed with the browns. Her eye color was indistinguishable from this distance, but my imagination worked to fill in the blanks. Her dress was downright virginal in comparison to her friends, but it fit her perfectly. It was a cream colored, ankle-length dress that she paired with a little blue sweater to cover her shoulders since the dress appeared to be strapless underneath. Her shoes were also a shade of blue that matched the sweater and brought the whole look together for her.
“I take it one of those hotties is the girl you’re stalking?”
“If you can’t tell which one she is, you’re fucking blind,” I answered back as I stood and moved to go re-introduce myself to the woman I planned to marry one day. Moreland followed and we got to them just in time to hear that they were celebrating Tessa - the blonde - who turned twenty-one three days before.
It was the first time they were able to get together to go for that inaugural, legal drink at a bar. Nearly all newly-minted, twenty-one-year-olds in our country felt it was the final step into adulthood. Sure, being a college graduate, starting a new job, and other milestones existed, but it was the one law that announced you were finally a full-grown adult.
My soon-to-be wife’s thick, wavy brown hair was only slightly less captivating while she stood in the shadows. That didn’t stop my eyes from raking over her and cataloging every tiny detail. She must have felt my stare, because her attention moved beyond her friends to lock eyes with me. I watched as recognition dawned and a smile bloomed across her face. It was almost as though I could feel the promise of our future staring back at me. If ever I were to believe in the fairytale that was soulmates, it would have been in that moment. There was no explanation for the instant connection and pull toward one another we both felt.
"You're remembering, too," Violet whispered softly. I tilted my head down to nip at her pouty bottom lip.
"Always on this day, my sweet. There was never a doubt in my mind that you would be my wife. From the first moment we locked eyes, it was set in the stars."
"If only the world knew what a true romantic you are, they'd never look at you the same in a boardroom again," she teased. Violet twisted a bit, where she sat snuggled up to me on the couch, and then leaned up to press a kiss to my lips. That wasn't near enough for my taste. I pulled her up so her legs straddled my own and her core settled over my very interested cock.
"They would be at a distinct disadvantage because you’re the only person who gets that side of me. My heart belongs to you, my sweet flower."
She faked a swoon, so I swatted her ass, and then tipped us both until my beautiful wife was on her back underneath me on our couch. I stroked a hand down her cheek before I leaned in to take her lips with my own once more. "We should try for a baby this year."
"Yeah?" she asked breathlessly. "It might be a while since we have to wait for my shot to wear off.”
“How long does a shot last again? Like a month?” I smirked down at her while I used one arm to hold myself up from crushing her small frame. The other hand lifted the edge of her blouse, so that I could get a peek at the blue satin bra that I'd caught a glimpse of earlier.
“Three months, but it doesn’t matter. We can practice for now, though.”
Waiting at all suddenly didn’t feel ideal, but that was my fault for not suggesting it sooner. I could picture my beautiful wife’s belly swollen with our child already and wanted that with an intensity that I couldn’t understand. I kissed her shoulder and then ran my thumb over her bra covered breast. "You wore my favorite color."
"It's tradition," she whispered huskily before gasping in a breath when I pinched her nipple through the slick material.
"I think we need to continue with tradition and get rid of all this other stuff."
"Nothing between us," she muttered as we each adjusted, so it was easier to remove our clothing.
"Nothing between us," I confirmed. "Ever."
Ever since that first day we met, my wife had worn blue on our special day. Whether it was in her outfit that everyone else could see, or her matching bra and panties that were for my eyes only. While I appreciated the tradition, I didn’t usually allow her to keep them on for long once we were alone. I was in love with my wife, and that extended to the way I worshipped every inch of her body.
Once her panties and bra were at home on the floor of our living room, I gently pushed Violet back down on our couch. She smiled up at me with a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
“Are you going to ravage me now, my handsome husband?”
“I’m going to devour you, my beautiful wife.” I moved down and wrapped her legs around my arms as I pulled her body closer to me.
I dove in and swiped my tongue up her center. Violet’s breaths turned to quick pants of pleasure as I licked her again, then nibbled, before I dove in and used my tongue to spell out all the ways I loved her against her clit. She squirmed and moaned as I did. While it was music to my ears, I knew she wouldn’t last long when her fingers grasped my hair and tightened. One day, my woman was going to see to it that I sported a bald head, and I’d wear it with pride, knowing she was the reason. Her legs shook as I sucked hard on her clit and entered her with two of my fingers. I twisted them inside my wife’s hot, wet center and then curled and dragged them across the spot I knew would tip her over the edge.
“Oh, God! Ridge!” she cried out as her body trembled beneath my hold.
“That’s it,” I whispered against her beautiful pussy before I leaned in and licked again. Violet’s legs trembled with aftershocks as I continued to savor every drop of her release from her gorgeous, spent body. “All mine,” I growled as I crawled over top of my wife’s welcoming body.
“Always,” she agreed as our lips met, and I pushed deep into my wife’s core.
“Heaven, my pretty little flower. You feel like fucking heaven.”
Chapter 1
