Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

My eyes go wide. I know without question she’s right. I also know I don’t think I could handle it.

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“Go ahead, wife,” I tease, brushing the tip of my nose along her jaw to speak in her ear. “Tell me you’re not wet for me. Tell me that perfect pink cunt isn’t ready to weep for her master.”

“Who the hell makes a phone sound like that?” I growl, snatching the little red receiver off the stand.

“Oh…baby.” I drop to my knees at her side, inching up by her legs. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry—” “Hey, don’t,” I say, cutting her off. “Always wake me. You know that.”

“There’s a jar of Aquaphor in my suitcase,” she says with a weak wave of her arm.

Oof no, that'll keep the heat in. Do white vinegar first and then aloe.

She snorts, throwing the washcloth at me. “Will you stop trying to see the silver lining of everything and just be miserable with me, please? I’m having a moment.”

“Hey, there’s an ocean just outside, right? Good. Go walk into it and count to a thousand.”

He can do elegance in his sleep. I don’t know why I had to pick a best man who will upstage me in every freaking picture.

ran home to you, Ryan. The beach is where I found you, and it’s where I made you mine. I want to commit myself to you where the surf meets the sand. I wanna get married on the beach.”

I close the distance between us, taking her hands in mine. “Then let’s do it. Tess, baby, I’ll walk into that thunderstorm right now and marry you.”

She blinks, tears in her eyes. “You would?” “Hell, yeah.” I cup her face, pressing closer. “When are you gonna learn that there is lit...

“God—stop middle naming me,” I huff. “I don’t deserve to be cornered like this for refusing to let you climb off a goddamn balcony like Jackie Chan.”

Tess and I burst through the door, racing down the hallway to hear Poppy shrieking, “Tess Langley, you get back here this instant! That foundation isn’t waterproof, missy!”

We break apart, laughing, hands clinging, to see half our guests are standing out in the rain with us. A few have umbrellas, but most are just letting the rain pour down.

We did take a few pictures in our soaking wet clothes too. If I have my pick, those are the ones I want framed.

Half the floor is made up of a pane of thick glass, giving you an aquarium-like view into the water below.

Oh heck no

I roll my eyes at her use of ‘good boy.’ It doesn’t work on me nearly as well as the reverse works on her, and we both know it.

“Ryan,” she pants, her hands pulling at my belt. “Yeah, babe?” She leans in, her lips brushing against mine. “Get your dick inside me before I scream.”

“What are you doing with the belt, puppy?” I palm my hard dick through my briefs, gripping the belt tight with my other hand. “You know exactly what I’m doing, you little tease.”

I step closer, taking in her every curve. “You denied me sex for the last eight days and called it ‘fun.’ So now I’m gonna remind you how we really have fun.”

I groan, my dick twitching. “Fuck, you are the devil. Get over here.”

I give her pussy a slap, and she whimpers again, pushing herself against me. “I decide when and how you get fucked,” I rasp in her ear, planting a searing kiss to her throat.

I press in to the second knuckle and she drops her hips, trying to bury my finger deeper. I pull out of her, and she whines, so I give her pussy another playful slap.

“Don’t get greedy. You were the one who wanted to wait, remember?” I smooth my hand over her pussy, giving her some friction. “I would live inside this perfect cunt if you’d let me. If I had my way, we’d never stop fucking. You make me feral, Tess.”

“I’ve fucked you so many times in so many ways, but it’s never enough.”

“Open for me, gorgeous. Take me deep. Nice and slow…that’s it.”

“Fuuuuck, that’s a good girl.”

I never thought I’d be into this. I’m freakishly possessive about Tess. The idea of someone else watching us fuck…watching her…I don’t know why I’m not under this villa dragging the divers out by their fins. But something about their total anonymity is making me bold.

Rolling to my side, I lie down, stifling a laugh when I picture what my bare ass must look like pressed into the glass. Whatever, I’ve got a great ass.

With a hungry groan, I arch up, lapping at her with my tongue. I grip her thighs, trying to pull her closer. “Don’t be shy, baby. Sit this fine ass down on my face and drown me.”

She squeals, her thighs trembling around my face. Then she goes utterly still. “Ryan, I’m gonna—ohmygoooood—” Her pussy drenches me as she squirts. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come again. That’s only happened once before.

She’s a shaking, whimpering mess, muttering an unintelligible string of words as she spirals down off her climax. I lie there dazed, my face drenched in my wife’s pussy magic. We’re both breathless, utterly spent. Beneath us, a squeegee squeaks along the glass.

I try to remember to breathe. I don’t have all the facts yet. Everyone stay fucking calm.

It hits me that I’m just standing here like a loading web browser.

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Stepping in close, I cup her face, pressing my forehead to hers. “Tess, I’m so fucking happy.” I kiss her forehead. “I’m so happy.”

Yeah, temporary, my ass. Ryan is the world’s biggest pushover. And Cassie knows how to manipulate all his weaknesses. Dead daddy issues? Check. Helping the helpless damsel? Check. Siblings against the world? Check.

“Warn you when I enter my own home? Yeah, cool. That’s not weird at all,” I say as I pass through into the kitchen.

“Tess, my sister is a monster,” he says, his tone growing more heated by the second. “She spilled French fries in my car last week and just left them in there. French fries, Tess. All over my fucking car.”

“Hey…babe?” he says, his voice softer. I flick my hair over my shoulder and snatch up the phone. “Yeah?”

“We’re gonna meet our daughter tomorrow.” Fuck, I thought I was done crying. “Yeah,” I squeak. “She’s gonna be so beautiful, babe…just like her mom.”

It’s such a horrible burden…being the one who watches, being the one helpless to act.

And Ryan definitely isn’t getting any sleep. Not in a hospital. And he doesn’t want to miss a moment with me—looking at me, holding me, telling me how much I matter.

We ended up lying in this narrow hospital bed together, him curled around me like a child. He cried as I brushed my fingers through his hair. I cried too. We said all the words we need to say. He knows how I feel. He knows what I want should things not go our way today.

I reach out an IV-taped hand, ready to do anything to make him smile again. “This may be the drugs talking…but you look really hot, babe.” He tries to find me a smile behind his mask.

I smile, tears stinging my eyes. “You’re too good to me.” He shakes his head. “No such thing.”

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re so brave. I love you so much.” I blink back my tears. “You know what her name is,” I whisper. He nods.

My daughter cries louder, furious at being born under such bright lights. I don’t blame her. I don’t like overhead lighting either.

I nod. “We’re naming her after my best friend from high school. She was the first person who made me feel like it wasn’t a burden to love me.”

“That’s so sweet. Does she know?” I blink back my tears, looking at my daughter’s angry pink face. Slowly, I shake my head. “No…she died…car accident.”

“Well, now her name will get a whole new life. That’s...