Valorous(68)

She moans—loudly—and then screams when I give her the wide base. Her muscles spasm so hard I have to bite the inside of my cheek to give myself something else to think about other than the desperate need to come. “You did it, sweetheart. You took all of me.”

Her grunt is her only reply.

I stay there, buried in her ass for a long, amazing moment, and then I begin to move, f*cking her in gentle strokes intended to make this as good for her as it can possibly be. “That’s it, baby. I love you like this. So hot and tight. I’ve never felt anything as good as this. Your ass is on fire.”

I pick up the pace, moving in and out of her incredibly tight passage until I feel the telltale signs of impending climax as her muscles ripple. No way am I letting go until she does. Reaching around to the front of her, I find her clit standing up hard and tight. I use the flood of wetness between her legs to make my finger slick and then run it in circles over her clit until she’s screaming out her release and clamping down so hard on me that I can’t hold back any longer.

I come with a roar of hot, liquid pleasure that seems to come from my very soul. It goes on for what feels like an hour.

Natalie is like a rag doll under me, kept upright only by the pressure of my body against hers.

I withdraw from her as slowly as I went in. Reaching for a towel, I clean us both and then pick her right up from the bench and cradle her in my arms. Her eyes are closed, her face is flushed and her lips are swollen from the blow job she gave me earlier.

I kiss her face, her lips, her nose. “Nat.”

“Hmm.”

“Open your eyes.”

“Can’t.”

“Try.”

They flutter open to meet mine, and what I see there amazes me—she’s absolutely glowing.

“Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel… I… You were right. Once it stopped hurting, it was incredible. When can we do it again?”

“Natalie…” I’m stunned and humbled by her acceptance of me and the needs that drive me. “Baby, I love you.”

“Mmm, love you, too. Now when can we do it again?”

Laughing, I kiss her sweet lips. “Talk to me about that tomorrow when you know what the day after is like.”

She draws me into another kiss and bites my lip. The sharp stab of pain wakes me from the dream to discover it’s happened again. I’ve dreamed my way to orgasm while Natalie sleeps next to me, unsuspecting.

The dream comes back to me in increments, torturing me with scenes of things I can only dream about. I feel betrayed by my own subconscious mind. It’s punishing me for my deception by showing me things I’ll never have with the woman I love more than life itself.

Natalie turns toward me, her hand landing on my chest, above the mess I’ve made on my belly.

I lift her hand and get out of bed, leaving her to sleep while I go into the bathroom to clean up.

I’m disgusted with myself and afraid, deeply afraid that I may not be able to live without the things I’ve given up for her.





I wake to daylight and my ringing cellphone. Addie’s ring tone. Natalie is curled up to me, sleeping soundly. Moving carefully, I get up without disturbing her and take the phone to the other room to answer.

“Hey.” My voice is scratchy and my head is pounding from the goddamned champagne, the lack of sleep and yet another disturbingly erotic dream starring the woman who is now my wife. “What’s up?”

“You know I’d never, ever bother you this morning unless I really had to.”

“Yeah, I know, which is why you’re making me nervous.”

“The whole world is going mad over you getting married. It’s the lead story everywhere.”

“Everywhere meaning…”

“The whole f*cking world, Flynn. The paparazzi have descended upon Vegas. They have every street in the city covered. I’ve been in touch with the security firm this morning, and they’re worried about getting you guys out of there today.”

I can’t help it. I start to laugh.

“Are you laughing? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It’s just so ridiculous, Addie. So I got married. Why does anyone care?”

“Umm, is that a rhetorical question?”

“It is in the sense that I don’t expect you to answer it.”

“Well, that’s a relief. It’s your own fault for saying you’d never get married again and then marrying someone you met a few weeks ago.”