I nod. “And she wasn’t loyal,” I say in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine. “I made a big mistake, yeah. But I didn’t do it to hurt her. And she betrayed me anyway.”
I lean up and kiss one breast, then the other. The whole bedroom smells like our warm bodies and her perfume and our sex. It’s intoxicating.
“I’d never do that,” June says softly.
“I know,” I say. “I know you. And I’d never be such an asshole to you, either. I finally learned about how to be married.”
“I’d want to be married someday. Not yet, but—well, someday.”
I kiss her breasts again. “Want to practice?”
“Mm-hm,” she says, a smile in her voice. “Can we start with me sucking your cock?”
Just like that, it’s at full attention again, thinking of how her sweet mouth felt on me. “Oh shit yeah.” My head clonks back against the headboard as she goes down on me, stroking my shaft and playing with my balls while she takes as much of me into her hot mouth as she can. And when she looks up at me with her mouth full, I have to stop her before I blow a wad. It’s that erotic.
I’m thirty-five. I can’t go nonstop the way I could when I was twelve years younger. That means the game plan is for lots of foreplay and lots of making her come first, and I am looking forward to it.
“Bring your pussy up here,” I tell her, and slide down a little farther so I can reach up and tongue her pussy, pinch her clit lightly with my fingers.
“This is really—oh. Oh god yes. Oh fuck.”
I get lost in those sweet pink folds, flicking that little button of hers until her pussy clamps down on my hand and she climaxes again. I pull her down my body, holding my cock at the right angle for her to impale herself on. As her cunt takes me in, the heat and wetness of it overwhelms me, and I have to reach down and squeeze my balls. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Oh, June.”
As she gets accustomed to my length, she winds up sort of grinding her hips against me, giving her clit stimulation. I reach down to help with that, and it isn’t long before she’s crying out, screaming my name, her sweet pussy clenching down on me with her orgasm. And then she’s riding me hard, taking almost all of my length, and I can feel the little bump of her cervix, the opening to her womb. The thought of fucking a baby into her suddenly occurs, and it is suddenly the fucking sexiest thing I have ever imagined, thinking of my June Rose swelling with my seed, our baby. “Mine,” I growl, and reach up to lick her nipples. She cries out, and then she is coming again, and I can’t hold back, I fill her with jet after jet of my hot sperm.
I want her again. I want more. I can’t wait to be capable again.
“I love how you feel inside me,” she gasps against my chest. “And I think I love you.”
I love you too.
I gather her up in my arms. “You’re sure I’m not too old for you.”
“I’m sure.”
“And it’s not too soon for us to feel like this.”
“It’s probably too soon,” she admits. “I just feel like I know, already.”
“Well,” I say, happier than I ever thought I could be. “Let’s just live like this for a while, and see if we feel like making it forever.”
She raises her head to kiss me, and says something like, “big long,” and “you mythical beast.”
“What?”
June laughs. “Never mind.”
Epilogue
Finlay, two months later
I’m nervous.
I mean, I had lunch with Wade last week and told him what I was thinking. And then I swore him to absolute secrecy and threatened to castrate him if he spilled the beans. He crossed his heart and hoped to die, all dramatic, but his eyes were serious. “You love her,” he said.
“Yeah. Ride or die, you know?”
He blinked. Then smiled. “Well, she deserves that.”
“And she’s gonna get it.”
We shook hands. I felt like that was as much permission as I was going to get, and maybe all I needed.
So now I’m here outside Halo, and the backseat of my five-year-old Toyota is packed full of stuff for the evening. I booked a room at the Jefferson downtown, and made plans for room service. I went shopping at Amore Lingerie, too. Then I got Alison Sadler to call and ask for a 5 p.m. appointment for some hair treatment that would last a long time, and to insist that she needed it with June. This morning I told June that I had reservations at a nice restaurant after work, and if she could be ready at 7 when I came to pick her up, that’d be great.
“Sure,” she said, and kissed me. She tasted like vanilla wafers.
I’ve been on pins and needles all day.
I’m nervous, and I’m not. Because it’s my girl June Rose, on both counts.
The clock ticks over to 5:03, and I know that inside, June’s probably wondering why her 5 p.m. appointment is late. I check my pockets.
It’s go time.
I step in and have a word with Makayla, the shop owner. I hand her the cash for June’s appointment, because I don’t want her to miss out on work opportunities just because I got a wild hair to give her a little vacation. From the back of the room, Wade winks at me.
“Hey,” June says, coming up to hug me. “Ooh, you look nice. And you smell nice.” She leans up for a kiss. “You’re a little early. Want to hang out while I give a perm?”
“I don’t think you have a perm,” I say, trying to keep a lid on my smirk.
“Sure I do. Makayla, what’s her name again?”
“Alison Sadler.”
“Yeah,” I say. “You don’t remember Dr. Sadler?” She blinks. “That I work with? Who diagnosed Wade’s appendicitis by sticking her finger in McBurney’s spot and making him scream?”
“Oh,” she says blankly. Then, “Oh. Her?”
“She canceled,” I say. “So you get me instead.”
She puts her hands on her hips and looks me up and down, one eyebrow raised. It’s sexy as hell. “You don’t need a perm.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t even need a haircut.” I grin at her.
“That’s because I cut your hair last week. In your kitchen.”
“Yep.” My grin gets bigger. “So it looks like you’re free for the rest of the day. Go change, if you want.” I know she doesn’t like to go out in her work clothes if she can help it. She shoots me a suspicious glare, but then she disappears into the back room.
“Let me see it,” Wade says, and winks at me again, holding out his hand.
“No.”
“Oh, come on.”
“No. Do you really think you deserve first look at it?”
Wade shrugs. “Worth a shot, anyway.” I roll my eyes, but I can’t help smiling at him. He’s smiling back. “Ride or die.”
“Absolutely.”
When my June Rose comes out of the back, she’s wearing a silky blue dress that makes her eyes look really warm, and clings to every curve like it loves them. I whistle at her, and she grins. “You clean up nice, yourself, Dr. Gunn.”