Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I move so that I’m straddling him. His hands automatically cradle my ass as I grip his cock and slide down on it. Our mutual moans and groans fill the roon as I begin to ride him. I scream my release until he jacks his body up and fills me again.
I wait for a few seconds until my pussy stops throbbing and then hop off of him.
“What’s your hurry, wife?” he asks, chuckling.
“We’re going to be late. The Winter Carnival starts soon!” I’m a little more than excited about this. Just the idea of it brings memories of home to my mind.
“That’s right,” he says, getting out of bed. I bite my lip as I take in his built body. “We don’t have time for that right now. Get dressed.” He laughs as he walks into his closet and I do the same.
Later that night, we are walking through town square hand in hand and drinking hot chocolate. We are looking at the craft booths. I’m beyond excited to decorate our house for Christmas. Back in Alaska, Christmas was always done at my parent’s house, so I didn’t bother to decorate my little apartment, so this is the first time that I’m decorating my own place.
I’m just about to pick out a tree when I see Danhy and his wife, Zora. Danhy picks me up and swings me around.
“Cousin!” he shouts over the loud Christmas music
“Danhy! I haven’t seen you since right after you got married. How are the kids doing?” My mom is kept well informed by my aunt Stacy about the goings on in Minnesota.
“They are good,” he says, setting me down. I pull Zoya into a hug, even though we aren’t close. I’m surprised when she hugs me back.
“You have to come over for dinner tomorrow night. I insist. I’ll make Pinnekjøtt.” The traditional Norwegian lamb dish is Jorgensen's favorite at Christmastime. It won’t be anywhere near as good as my cousin Loki’s but it’s pretty good.
“That sounds great. We’ll be there.”
We say our goodbyes and Gletcher and I find the perfect tree before heading home. Fletcher doesn’t have any ornaments or anything so we’re going into Charleston after work tomorrow to start our collection.
We end the night in each other’s arms after losing count of how many orgasms he gives me.
I’m so glad this is my life now, but I can’t help thinking that I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Chapter Fourteen
Fletcher
One Week Later
I put my hand over Florence’s mouth as I pound into her as she lies on top of my desk. Her scrub bottoms are are around her ankles which are currently wrapped around my neck as I fuck her.
“Quiet, Red. No one else gets to hear what’s mine,” I warn her. She mewls and squirms under my touch. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good, so tight, so wet as she does. “Come for me,” I growl as my balls tighten up. I feel her little cunt clench around my shaft and I shudder, filling her with my seed. All I can think about is breeding her, tying her to me in all ways.
Shit. It might make me a bad husband to be fucking my wife in the office while patients wait for us to see them, but it damn sure makes me a happy husband. “Come here Red.” She pulls on her shirt but comes to me like the horny little thing she is. “Kiss me.” I tell her waiting for her to get on those tiptoes. The minute she does, I grab her by her ass and lift her off her feet.
“Babe, we have to get back to work,” she says moaning when my teeth sink into her neck.
“Don’t tell me I can’t mark my wife and suck her sweet pussy when I want. Are you trying to deny me that right, baby?” Her eyes obliterate me when she gazes into mine with nothing but love.
“No. I don’t want you to ever stop,” she says, biting her lip. I kiss that damn lip sucking it into my mouth.
“Such a good girl.” She is still without her scrubs and I am without all of my clothes but my boxers when our bubble bursts.
“Fletch..oh..sorry.” Carter says walking in.
“Get out, now!” I yell at him, covering her with my body. Throwing his hands up, my partner backs out of the room and then I feel like an asshole for yelling at him.
“That was a bit dramatic don’t you think?” Florence says putting on the rest of her clothes giving me a reprimand look.
“I don’t think so. The idea that someone, anyone, man and woman alike could see you like that sends me into a place of rage. I am a beast claiming his mate.” Putting her hand on my chest, she lays her head on my chest before looking at me.