I said, I’m not sure she’ll readily agree.
It’s perfect for her, even if she doesn’t know about it yet. I’ll
convince her, though. Because I love my wife more than anything, and
I won’t be happy if she’s not. Failure is definitely not an
option.
Chapter 6
Owen
The flight was pretty
uneventful. Well, except for Olivia crying while Luke ignored her.
The girls all hovered around her, trying to cheer her up. None of
them could blame my brother, though. Candi was beyond pissed when she
heard that Liv’s been keeping her pregnancy from him, and the other
girls are baffled. She still won’t tell anyone why. We all know who
the father is, even if Luke’s still pretending he doesn’t, and
won‘t talk to her. He knows he has to, but he’s hurt. Really,
really hurt. I can’t blame him.
I don’t mean to sound
heartless, but I can’t focus on them right now. The rehearsal
dinner is almost over, and then I’m whisking my wife away for our
sexy night. She doesn’t know, and I’m smiling as I walk up to
tell her.
“You look very happy,
Art Boy.”
“I’m going to be
with my wife all night. Alone .
What’s not to be happy about?”
“What?”
“Cyndi’s keeping
Hope while I whisk you away for a sexy night. We’ll be back in time
to take her to the parks for a few hours before the wedding, but I
need my wife for at least part of Valentine’s Day.”
“It’s Valentine’s
Day across the world already.”
“That it is.”
We say our goodbyes and
thank Cyndi before grabbing the overnight bag I packed for us and
getting into the waiting limo. The door’s barely closed before
Candi’s on my lap. No complaints from me as she rubs herself on me
and devours my mouth.
“God, I want you so
much. The other night took the edge off, but I need more.”
“You’re going to
get it, babe.”
“Yes, I am.”
She reaches between us
and releases me from my pants. Lifting her flowing skirt, she guides
me inside her. I want to thank her for skipping the panties, but I
can’t form words as she starts moving. I throw my head back and
grip her hips. This time’s all about her. She’s setting the pace
as she licks and bites my lips. I know I should be a more active
participant, but I’ll take over once we get to the hotel.
I lose myself in the
feeling of her sliding over me again and again until I feel her
clench tight around my cock and yell out my name. I follow behind
her, and pull her to me once I stop shuddering. “I’m sorry, Cand.
I shouldn’t have let you do all the work.”
“You’ll make it up
to me later,” she reminds me as she nuzzles into my neck.
“Definitely.”
We put our clothes back
together, but make-out all the way to the hotel. Our relationship
started out as sexual, and although it’s now so much more, we both
need a night to be wild again. We’re checked in and in our villa
within minutes of getting out of the car. The fireplace is going, and
our clothes are gone.
I roll the high bench
in the bedroom until it’s in front of the fireplace, and in view of
the mirror over the bed. Just like I want it. “Lie down with your
feet on the floor.”
“I like this,” she
says as she does what I ask.
I don’t answer her. I
know we’ll both be loving it
in a few moments. I straddle the bench and hook her legs over my
arms, pulling the lower half of her body up. I enter her in one
thrust, and we both cry out.
I alternate between
looking down at Candi and looking at us both in the mirror as I move
her feet to my shoulders. I lean over a little to hold onto the arm
of the bench that’s above her head. The shift in position has my
sexy wife going a little crazy under me as I move in and out of her
at a fast pace. Her heels are digging into my shoulders, and she
pulls my mouth down for a hot kiss.
“Owen,” she screams
as she comes hard.
I drop her legs and
reach between us to pinch her clit. I succeed in prolonging her
orgasm as I let myself go. We’re both shuddering and