Now dark outside, the fire and a few outdoor lights illuminate the large outdoor space. It’s cozy. Intimate.

  Gunz pulls me to a group of long tables filled with food in various covered containers. He hands me a plate before he grabs one for himself. I gather our black-and-red plasticware and napkins. Together, we scope out the spread. Fried chicken is first up. He tongs a thigh from the pan and drops it on my plate.

  “Thanks, babe.”

  As we go, my husband serves us both. The things he knows I like, which is most of the food, he gives me little bits of. The foods he doesn’t know for sure, he asks, and by ask, I mean he points, and I either nod or shake my head. It’s simple and easy, as it always is. Honestly, it’s not much different from nights at home.

  At the end, he drops one of Bink’s famous chocolate chip cookies next to a brownie on my plate. I grab us two water bottles from a cooler and follow him to a picnic table.

  We sit next to each other and eat in companionable silence. I watch him out of the corner of my eye, takin’ in how handsome he is. Gunz winks when he catches me. I wink back, takin’ a sip of water, not at all ashamed I’m ogling my husband.

  As usual, Gunz finishes first.

  “Do you like it?” he asks.

  “It’s awesome,” I mumble around a bite.

  “I thought so, too. You wanna dance after this?” He lifts his chin at a brother passing by. The man pats Gunz’s shoulder, then keeps on walkin’.

  Swallowing, I watch the man join a group by the fire. “Um… sure? If you want.”

  “You’re transparent, love. You get that, yeah?”

  “Maybe you’re just observant.”

  He ponders that for a minute. “Could be. But you wanna dance. We’re gonna dance.”

  “If you’re—”

  He cuts me off. “Stop that shit.”

  “Stop what?”

  “Say what you want, love. Period. None of this, if you want bullshit. If I don’t wanna do somethin’, I won’t. We’re married. Man and wife. You are my old lady. My name is on your back. If you ever want or need somethin’, say it. I love you. You love me. It’s that simple.”

  I stare at him in wonder. “Okay.”

  “Okay, what?”

  “I’ll say it.” It won’t be easy, but I will. I still can’t believe he’s real.

  “Then say it,” he challenges.

  “I want to dance with you.”

  “Good. I wanna dance with you, too. But it’s gotta be a slow one.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  Pulling his phone from his back pocket and a Dum Dum from his vest, Gunz peels off the wrapper as he types away on the screen. I finish the delicious pile of food on my plate. Or most of it. It’s a lot of food. Not wanting to be bloated when I got hitched, I didn’t eat much this morning. More like toast and tea. That was hours ago. This is perfect. Crunchy, salty, fried pickles with ranch. Corn on the cob, though messy, it’s mouthwatering good. Whoever cooked for our wedding is wicked in the kitchen. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it was the sisters. All of them.

  A song changes on the outside speaker.

  It’s slow.

  Looking over to Gunz, he’s staring right back at me, his lips split into the sweetest smiles as he hands me a red napkin. “Wipe up, love. We’ve got a song to dance to.”

  Just like that, I’m done for.

  Owned.

  Blissfully happy.

  Together, standing next to the picnic table, we dance. My head on his shoulder. Gunz’s strong heart beats against my ear—a soothing lub, lub, lub. Tom Petty serenades us, drowning out the boisterous brothers having the time of their lives. Once again, the world fades, and here we remain, safe, in our bubble.

  One slow song turns into two, then three. By four, my eyes drift closed in the comfort of his warmth, in the strength, in our gentle sway.

  Gunz whispers sweet nothings to the top of my head, and I melt. This is what I dreamed of as a child. A man like him. Not perfect, but perfectly imperfect for me. An amazing father and husband. An equal.

  We don’t say thank yous or goodbyes to any of our guests when Gunz takes my hand in his, and we leave our own wedding.

  Up the stairs of our home, we ascend side by side, his hand in mine. Gunz opens our front doors and places his back against the screen to keep it open. He waves me to come to him, and I do. He places my arm around his neck before sweeping me into his arms in a…

  “Are you carrying me across the threshold?” I giggle.

  “I sure as fuck am. We just got hitched.”

  “We’re old, Erik. This isn’t necessary.” My stomach swoops in girlish ways. I laugh as he grumbles, maneuvering us through the doorway, careful not to bang my legs or head on the doorframe. He doesn’t stop there. Through our house, Gunz carries me as if I weigh nothing. Reaching our bedroom, he sets me on the edge of the mattress and kneels at my feet to remove my boots and socks. And I let him because this is sexy.

  Placing one of my feet over his shoulder, Gunz kisses the inside of my calf. Kiss—inside of my knee. Kiss—inside of my thigh. Fisting the bed covers on either side of me, I squirm, watching the hottest man I’ve ever met reach the garter. With his teeth, he snags the black fabric and smiles like the devil. Those expressive blue eyes swirl with promises of filthy things to come. Ever so slowly, he drags the band down my leg, to the tip of my big toe, where it drapes.

  “I’m gonna make good on what I promised, love.”

  My pussy clenches at his vow.

  He pushes my other leg to the side, and my skirt rides up, exposing the scrap of lace covering my sex. With a single finger, he pushes the gusset of my panties to the side, giving him the perfect view of my pussy. Gunz licks his lips and inhales as if he’s scenting me in the air.

  “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

  “I am.”

  “Only mine.”

  “Yes. Only yours.”

  Pressing his thumb between my folds, my husband massages my little nub in circles. On a throaty moan, I collapse onto the bed, my back arching, tits thrust toward the ceiling as I revel in his addictive touch. Gunz drops my leg, and the garter falls to the floor as he settles himself between my spread thighs, where he fits like a glove. Just the right weight. The right feel. The right everything. He drapes one of my knees over his shoulder and then the other before burying his face in my pussy.

  I’m a goner.

  For him.

  For this.

  For us.

  Gunz

  Devouring my woman’s cunt, I tongue fuck her ’til my face is covered in her sweet essence. The minx screams through a second climax, her fingers tearing at the comforter. I fucking love it. Ripping my belt buckle open and tearing down the front of my jeans, I don’t bother asking questions when I slam straight into my woman’s body. Her neck elongates, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she shatters beneath me, oversensitive from our previous fuck. Like the bastard I am, I suck another welt into her throat, next to another beautiful mark I put there.

  Kit’s legs squeeze around my hips, as her pussy holds my dick in a death grip, and I give my wife exactly what she needs. Because I love her. Because this is what men like me do.

  Throwing my cut onto the top of the bed, I tear my shirt over my head, ball it up, and throw it on the floor. Kit struggles to remove her own clothes. Her cut joins mine on the pillows, but her shirt gets stuck. I reach back into my boot, pull out my knife, and I slice the fucker from her—hem up through the neck. Kit’s pupils dilate as if this turns her crank. Takin’ it a step further, I lift the thin scrap of lace at the center of her bra, and I cut through that too. And would you look at that, my foxy old lady is naked, breathing heavy for me, skin all flushed with desire.

  To think this is the first time I’ve fucked in this bed. Our bed.

  It’s a good thing Jez has Chibs for the night. We don’t wanna scar our poor pups with what I’m about to do to his mom.

  I’m gonna ruin her.

  Sure, the grass fuck was intense.

  But this is our house. Our bed. Our new life.

  She can scream and beg here without shame. She can come on my cock as many times as I want, and nobody but us will ever know.

  To prove this theory, I pull out of my woman’s perfect fuckin’ body and drop onto my back. I return my knife to its home and remove the rest of my clothes. We’re gonna be naked for the rest of the night. No more fabric between us. Not anymore. Blinking as if she’s floating in another world, Kit rolls over and looks at me, unsure what to do.

  Knowin’ my woman is gonna need help rememberin’ her name come morning, I do the gentlemanly thing, and I help her undress the rest of the way. I stand at the side of our bed to drag both her thong and skirt down her legs. I toss them onto the floor to deal with later. All splayed out for me, perfect nipples beckoning to be sucked, my old lady scissors her inked legs together, as if she’s ready and more than willing to come for me again and again and fucking again. Trust me, she will.

  “Play with your nipples, love,” I encourage as I leave her to root around in the bottom of our bedroom closet. Right on top is what I seek. When I return to my squirming, deliciously hot wife, plucking and twisting her nipples, I lay the first book we ever read together on her belly. Then I climb onto the bed beside her, our shoulders touching. I stroke my cock as she plays with her tits. Precum slickens my shaft, mixed with the remnants of her climax. Damn, if it doesn’t feel good to jack off beside my woman. Don’t ask me why it’s hot. It just is.

  “Whenever you’re ready, love. Sit on my cock.”

  Not needing to be told twice, Kit’s tits bounce as she straddles my hips, grabs the base of my erection, and slides down him. We both groan on the descent, and it’s fuckin’ magical. I snatch the book she let fall onto the bed and hand it to her.

  She looks at me funny.

  I set it on my chest.

  “Read to me,” I instruct as I grip her hips and fuck her in shallow strokes.

  “Now?”

  “Yes, love.”

  Dainty fingers brush over the black-and-red cover of the first book we ever read together.

  “You want me to read to you…”

  “Yeah, love. I want you to read to me while I fuck you.”

  Kit bites her bottom lip, equally turned on and contemplative. “You know it’s romance, right?” She giggles, so proud of herself.

  “It might be. But you know what’s better?”

  “What?”

  “This. Us.” I grip her hips to express so fuckin’ much.

  Tears well in Kit’s honey-colored depths as she looks down at me, on us, on our rings and her fresh tattoo.

  I rock her on my cock.

  A tear spills over, and I reach up to swipe it away with my thumb. “I love you.” I brush the backs of my fingers down between her heaving breasts to her belly button.

  Picking up the book we both love from my chest, Kit shivers and sucks in an emotional breath, her gaze never leaving mine.

  I mouth the words I’ll never tire of saying, I love you.

  Another tear spills as she mouths the same in return.

  This is my forever.

  Right here.

  Riding on my cock. Reading to me with that perfect voice.

  The mother of my son.

  The woman I never knew I needed.

  This is mine.

  For always.

  Until my dying breath.

  Kit will always be enough.

  The End

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