She flinches, but thankfully she’s not crying. That would fucking kill me knowing I’d lost control. “Thank you, wife.”
“Take me, Micah. Make me come and fill me up with your seed. I want it in me. Possess me, Micah.”
“Always,” I grunt, driving into her with wild passion. Sweat coats us as I fuck her into the mattress. Her eyes close as she absorbs my domination, but it’s not fair taking those beauties away from me. “Open your eyes, Violet. I want you looking at me as you come. Her pussy clenches as she digs her nails through my hair and then down to my back.
“Shit, I’m coming again, Micah.”
“Go ahead and choke my cock and take every drop.” I let go and come deep inside her womb, coating her walls, cervix, and every inch of her heat with my load. Jets and jets that belong solely to her.
We lay there, breathing heavily and smiling. I look down at my sweet Violet, and questions are going through her mind. I'm not sure I can answer all of them, but I'll do my best. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" I skim my hand along her arm, watching goosebumps appear. She gasps, but then she gets her words together.
"Do you think we're moving too fast?" I think it’s a little late for that, but I won't be rude.
I stare into her eyes and speak honestly. "No. Life is short. I'd been dreaming of having a family, feeling empty day in and day out, and then I collide right into you. It's not fast enough as far as I'm concerned."
She falls back on the pillow with a huff. "I just find you too good to be true. I've been through so much."
"Well, I'll tell you this. I can't cook to save my life. I've never been possessive or jealous until you, and I'm pretty sure that may get out of hand, but I'd never hurt you. My mother will probably be up your ass, waiting for grandchildren."
"We might have started that already."
"That we have." I let out a growl and climb on top of her, rocking my hips so she can see what she's doing to me. "Just the talk of babies and I'm hard-up as hell for you." She gives a moan, and I can feel how much she'd like to go again. Reluctantly, I get up.
"You tease," she pouts, crossing her arms over her luscious breasts.
"You're sore as it is. As much as I'd love to drill your pretty slit again until we're both screaming, I have to take care of you. Let's go shower, and I'll eat your delicious pussy, and then I'm going to feed you again. After that, we'll figure the rest out."
And true to my word, I spend the afternoon eating her out until our food comes and then tuck her in bed for a nap.
Chapter Nine
Violet
After our lunch, my phone rings, reminding me of all my other problems. It's my boss, so I take the call. He's shouting into the phone. "I'm sorry, Charlie."
"What the hell happened to you?"
"I was hit by a car yesterday. A limo to be exact."
"Are you in the hospital?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then, your ass can come to work, or you're fired."
Micah snatches the phone out of my hand. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? I ought to come down there and bust your face. My fiancé has shit to say to you. She doesn't work for you anymore. And if you say anything else, I'll have your bar shut down for good." He ends the call and hands me the phone. "No one will ever treat you like shit again."
I set it down on the coffee table and throw my arms around him. He's the first man that ever stuck up for me.
"It's been so long since someone gave a shit about me that I'm overwhelmed."
He falls back onto the sofa, and we make out like two teenagers until my jaw is too sore. "Damn, woman, I might be the luckiest man in the world."
"Only if I'm the luckiest woman."
"I suppose. I only told you about some of my flaws."
"None of that matters." We lay there on the sofa when Winston comes out of his bedroom.
"It got quiet in here, I assumed you went back into the bedroom." He winks at us.
"How was the book?" I ask. Micah told me that Winston was busy reading a new crime book I’d been dying to read.
"It's great. I need another one."
"I haven't read Rankin before. I've cleared all the J.D. Robb books off my list so far, but she comes up with so many more."
"Most of the stories were written probably before you were born, but he's still releasing new ones. I can lend them to you when we get back to Chicago."
"Sounds wonderful. Thanks."
"So, Are you going out?"
"Yes. I'm starving unless you're going to need me."
"No, tomorrow, maybe. I need to call Initial and set up another meeting this week before we head back." He turns to me and adds, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to get a little work done."
"I understand."
"Good. Is there a place you're looking to eat at?"
"That Cuban place I found is fantastic. I want to help myself to it again." He leaves us with a grin on his face.
"Do you think it's just the food he's going for?"
"I don't know, but good for him. He's been divorced for twenty years. He has a daughter and two grandkids so far. His son-in-law is my VP; that's how they met."
"Aww, that's so sweet."
His phone rings, and his shoulders slump as he doesn’t want to answer. "You can take the call. I can keep myself busy."
"No, it's my mother. She wants to meet you already."
"You told her about me?"
"No. My lawyer and I were talking. Well, he's my step-father, and she was being nosy."
"Oh. You didn't plan on telling your mother about me?"
He grabs his phone and swipes it. "Mother, what's going on?"
"I'm just wondering if you're making me some grandbabies."
"If I was, you'd definitely be interrupting."
"Ooh, I'm sorry. When am I going to meet her?"
"Mother, this beautiful woman at my side is Violet." He turns his phone, and I realize they're on video chat.
"Oh my god, you are absolutely adorable. What happened to your—? Never mind. I forgot about the accident. Don't mind my big mouth."
“Wonderful mother. Insulting my wife."
"I don't mean anything other than she has a bruise."
"I'm fine. The doctors say I'm good to go."
"So what's this wife business? You wouldn't deprive your mother of gushing over a wedding."
"We're not married, no matter what he says."
"We will be...very soon. You better get your gushing in now because I'm not waiting for long ladies. Babe, do you need something to drink? I'm going to get one while you two talk."
"Just some water."
His mother and I talk for two more minutes before someone on the other end says something about eating her pussy. I break out into a fit of laughter. I manage to choke out, “Have fun.”