“You sound excited.”
“No, you don’t understand. My memory is getting better! Easton has been to Disney. Banana and Geepa took her last year!”
Chapter Fifty-One
Tristian
Tonight was a celebration. The family was going to dinner and champagne was on order. English had been magnificent when she’d taken the stand. I was so proud of her.
Easton insisted on wearing one of her princess dresses and a tiara and she begged English to wear the one I gave her in Vegas. With a lopsided grin, English pushed it on her head and announced she was ready.
“Oh, Mommy! It’s bootiful!” Easton said.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
My two princesses walked out the door and I watched how they held hands. I would do anything for them, anything at all. My love knew no bounds.
We arrived at the restaurant to a noisy group in a private room. Everyone was there, all of English’s siblings, her parents and grandparents, along with Stacey. They cheered when we walked in and Easton waved her wand.
The chatter at the table was loud and boisterous, so it was nice we had our own room. All the kids were at one end and adults at the other. The food was both adult- and kid-friendly and we celebrated with gusto. The kids were allowed to order anything they wanted, as long as it was reasonable and didn’t give them a tummy ache later.
The adult women ordered lobster, while the guys ordered some kind of steak. After dinner ended, we returned home for a celebration that led to lots of adult playtime for English and me. We had to wait patiently until Easton fell asleep. The kiddie cocktails she’d drunk at dinner had her bouncing all over the place until she crashed.
“Damn, remind me not to let her have that much sugar so late again,” English said as we left her room.
“Those kiddie cocktails must’ve been loaded with caffeine. I bet they put an extra dose of that blue syrup in them too.”
“I don’t know. I should’ve asked when I ordered them. Too late now.”
It was after nine. “She’s going to be a grouch in the morning.”
“Eh, I’ll remind her how much fun she had and she’ll be okay.”
By now we were in the bedroom and I said, “You know, I’ve been thinking. When we got married, it was a real quick thing. How do you feel about renewing our vows and having a wedding reception where the family can come?”
The way she stiffened at my words gave me my answer.
“Look, we don’t have to do that. It was only an idea.”
“You’d really want that?”
“English, if you haven’t heard me, I love you. Yes, I want that, but only if you do. No pressure here.”
“What if we waited until Geepa was done with the McLure trial? We’ll be there, of course, but I don’t want him to worry about it and not be able to celebrate.”
I brushed her hair off her shoulders. “I’ll take that one step further. We can wait until after that and after we solve the mystery of your accident and my father’s.”
“That’s a great idea. Then we can really celebrate.”
“I’m going to celebrate anyway, every night until then.”
“What will you celebrate?”
“You being my wife. When we talked about this”—she opened her mouth to speak, but I held up a hand—“I wasn’t fully invested in us. My heart wasn’t there and I didn’t think I’d fall this hard, but being away from you in Vietnam told me just how wrong I was. Then that blasted accident brought everything into focus for me. You’re the one, English, the one I don’t ever want to live without. You don’t have to say anything back. I’ll accept you as is. I just wanted you to know where I stand.”
She cupped my face in her warm hands and said, “I love you too, Tristian. I didn’t imagine anyone could be so kind to not only me, but to Easton as well. I always knew we were a package deal, but I never saw anyone loving us both as much as you do. It shines from you.”
Our lips met, gently at first, but then I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed. As I laid her down, I said, “This is an added bonus too.”
“What is?”
“Our sexual compatibility. You like to fuck as much as I do.”
“And I never knew it.”
“I’m glad I was able to teach you something.”
“Something? You’ve taught me a lot.”
“And I’m not close to being finished.” I slid her underwear off, then her dress was next. I nibbled on her nipples until she moaned and did a lazy exploration of her body. My mouth teased her clit until she begged for release. She climaxed with my hair tangled in her fingers.
“Tristian, I need your cock inside of me.”
“First, your mouth.” I knelt over her so she could suck me, only I was close and wanted inside of her too much. I pulled back and then moved to the side so I could flip her onto her knees. The globes of her ass were creamy white and tempting, so I softly smacked them and followed up with kisses. My tongue delved into her from behind until I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled free and slid my hardened cock into her pussy.
We found our rhythm, but I had to slow us down. I wanted this to last. My fingers sank into the soft skin of her hips as I controlled our movements. When I felt the walls of her pussy vibrating against me, I lost all control and shouted her name as I came.
We lay together, spooning, and I played with her breasts as I kissed the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder.
“That was spectacular,” I whispered.
“Yes, it was.” She wiggled her ass against me.
“Mmm. I like that. And I’m going to have that sweet ass of yours one day.”
“Ew!”
I laughed. “What do you mean, ew?”
“I won’t like it.”
A grin played at my mouth as I leaned over her. “Wanna bet?”
“No! That’s off limits.”
“So you say. But we’ll see. And I’ll just add, I’d never do anything to hurt you or that you wouldn’t like.”
“I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right.”
“English, open your mind. But that’s something for a later discussion.”
“Okay.”
I had visions of doing all sorts of naughty things to her and seeing her beg for more.
The following night, we were at it again, and my tongue was working her over. She was soaked, so I took a chance and, using a lubed finger, rimmed her puckered hole. She stiffened at first, but relaxed as I continued to flick her clit with my tongue. As soon as my finger passed the ring of muscle, she orgasmed. And loudly.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”
When her spasms ceased, I teased her. “Told you it would be fun. And that was only part one.”
She gaped at me like a guppy, so I kissed her open mouth.
“If that was only part one,” she said, “you better learn CPR for part two.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
Tristian
A couple of weeks passed when Stanton called to tell us the report on Ravina’s car came back. English and I went out there to see the results.