Never Been Worse (Evergreen Park, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“I want to kiss you,” I confess in a whisper, my lips brushing hers because I told her that I’d leave the choice in her hands. Something tells me when we cross the line of me kissing her whenever I want, I’ll never want to stop.

A light blush burns on her cheeks, and my heart skips a beat like this is my first girlfriend instead of a woman I’m married to, but I smile wide.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I, uh. I’m starting to get it. Me being yours.” She licks her lips and closes the gap between us, putting a hand to my neck. “And you being mine,” she says low.

“Okay, honey,”

“I didn’t want to insert myself into your space,” he says, as a faint blush blooms across his cheeks. “I didn’t want to be presumptive. I wanted you to have a place that was all yours. Real.”

“That first time I fuck you, you’re going to know down to your soul I’m absolutely wild for you, not because we’re married or because you’re convenient or because you’re with me all the time. But because you’re mine, and I’ve been obsessed with you since that first night I met you.”

I’ve never wanted—no, needed—someone the way I need Wes, but I can’t find it in me to feel anything but excited.

“I want you to touch me,” I whisper. “I want you inside of me. I want you, Wes.”

“I’m going to make you come, Harper, but that’s it. And I need you to know I’m making you come as your husband, as a man wholly consumed by you, not as some fake relationship itch that needs to be scratched.”

“I need you to know this is more to me, and whether you’re willing to admit it yet, it’s more to you, too. It always has been.” He slides in a bit more. “That’s why you said yes. That’s why you didn’t even hesitate when I asked you to marry me.”

“No, no. Eyes on me, beautiful. Keep those pretty eyes open w...

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Harper. So wet for your husband, aren’t you?”

“That’s it, baby. Fall for me, come for your husband,” he groans, his forehead to mine.

“I have no life.” He smiles wider. “Except you,” I add like an idiot, and his smile goes to a straight-up grin. “Shit, I didn’t mean, I just…” “Got it. You’re at my mercy.”

Because surprise, surprise, I like my husband.

The only jewelry she wears is her wedding rings and the W necklace, making me feel the sudden urge to buy her more, to see her dripping in things I bought for her.

She looks breathtaking. A fucking wet dream.

“If things go my way very soon, I’ll have all the time in the world to fuck you exactly the way you want, little wife.”

“Harper, baby, you want to play with your pretty pussy while I watch, I’m more than happy to be an observer.”

“Oh, my god. You like me,” she whispers, awe in the word, and I pull her in close again. “I thought I made that clear when I put a ring on your finger,” I say with a smile. “No, like you like me, Wes. Outside of being friends and conveniently married.” “I thought I made that clear when I fingered you in your design room.”

“Tell me, Harper. Tell me you’re ready to be more,” I say, my lips brushing hers as I speak there. “Not as friends, not as friends with benefits. As my wife. As mine. As something that’s going to last a fuck of a lot longer than twelve months.”

I’ll wait. I’ll wait a month, a year, a lifetime if it means I get Harper Holden in a real way, if it means she did it on her terms, if it means she came to me willing and open. But I’d much rather spend that lifetime loving her.

“What my wife wants, my wife gets.”

She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and she isn’t even trying, simply just enjoying herself, and it’s absolute torture.

I have made a promise to give her everything she wants from here on out, and I won’t break that vow just to please myself.

“Be good, Harper, and you’ll get rewarded.”

“Because I’m ready to fuck my wife.”

“I have a feeling I could be absolutely hammered tonight, and every moment from the second we get home will still be imprinted on my brain for eternity.”

“Take my hand and show me what you want, Harper. Now.”

It turns out I might like Wes Holden bossing me around. A lot.

“No, you keep your hand there,” he groans. “Finger fuck yourself with me. I want you to remember just how good we work together, Harper, so later, when you try and second-guess things, if you ever try to make yourself feel good again, you remember just how good of a team we make.”

“This isn’t yours,” he says low, swatting my hand away and running a thick finger through my wetness. “This is all mine now, Harper. And look how fucking pretty it is.”

I can be a feminist and still want my husband to own my pussy.

“We’re home now, wife. Now I can do everything I’ve been dreaming about for fucking years.

I do as she asks because I think I’d do anything she asks right now.

Because of course it does. There is not a doubt in my mind that Harper was made to be mine in every sense of the word. Of course her likes and dislikes would line up with mine: she’s my own dream come true.

“Fuck, my wife is pretty,” I whisper, almost to myself.

I clearly did something right in this life, because this in front of me? A fucking prize.

This fucking woman. A perfect match for me.

“You sound so pretty begging for me, little wife.” And then, because I’m a generous man, and also because I’ve been waiting for this for years, I bend down, wrapping my lips around her clit, and I suck.

“I’m crazy for you,” I whisper, my lips brushing her, one hand in the bed, the other resting on the side of her face. “I’m yours,” she says, somehow knowing it’s what I need to hear, what I’ve been dying to hear. “For however long you want me.”

“How’s forever sound?”

“Now, baby.” Then I slam in deep, feeling her pussy spasm around me, her body going still as she comes apart, and I follow her, pushing in deeper as I come, moaning her name into her ear, knowing I’ll never say another name like this again in my life.

I don’t know what version of her I’m going to have when she wakes: the one who jumped or the one who’s scared, but either way, I’m ready. Because last night only cemented that I’m never letting Harper go.

“Just...thinking.” “What about?” she asks, resting her chin on her hands folded on my chest. Looking down at her, I feel it again, that feeling like finally, I have that…thing I’ve been missing.

“I only want you, little wife,”

“Everyone wants to be there for the party, the craziness and excitement, and the rock and roll of it all. I’ve never had someone there for me.”

“I see you still don’t get it. I’m going to tell it to you straight, Harper, so don’t freak out.” Her eyes go wide with nerves, but I continue on. “I would have waited forever. If it meant we’d get here, in my bed, together with no pretense, I would have waited an eternity for you to be ready. I didn’t want to rush things, for you to sit there in a few months or in a year, wondering if you made the right choice. I needed you to know you were making this decision because you wanted to. Because you wanted not just me, but us. I didn’t want there to be even the smallest chance you’d look at last night and regret it.”

“You said you wanted to be spontaneous, but this? This was never spontaneous, Harper. Not for me, at least, and one day I think you’ll see it wasn’t for you either. You’ll see you were so willing to jump in because you knew to your bones this was right.”