Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
"Bear," she mutters in her sleep, pressing more into me. The muscles in my stomach tighten. How does that one word have me feeling victorious but also wanting to rip this world apart? They robbed us both. It’s an act that I can never forgive. It may be in the past now, but Truly and I can never get those years back. They took them from us.
The first time she'd called me Bear was after I'd laid into a gardener who almost hit her, pulling into the back driveway of her home. I'd lost my shit. When he'd scurried off after his tongue-lashing, it snapped me back to the fact that Truly was standing there bearing witness to it all.
She held her hands up like bear claws and growled, trying to do an impression of me. It was adorable. Truly always tried to get me to act more my age. I never felt I had that freedom. My grandfather was a good man, but he put a lot on my shoulders, although he promised me it would be worth it.
Now that I have Truly cuddled into my side with my ring still on her finger, I can't say he was wrong. I run my hand up and down her back. I can tell she’s slowly waking up. I wait, wanting to be the first thing she sees.
When her eyes flutter open, it takes a second for her mind to catch up. “Blake?” She starts to sit up, but I keep a firm hold on her. Her nose gives a small scrunch.
“Morning, wife.”
“Are you really going to keep calling me that?”
“You’re my wife; why wouldn’t I?”
“Well—”
I kiss her, not wanting to hear that response. When I pull back, she’s got a dazed expression that goes straight to my dick, which is still painfully hard.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we'll do breakfast. Shall we go out?" I would rather keep her here and all to myself, but she was cooped up for far too long. I want her to be able to spread her wings, and for us to begin having experiences together.
"You don't have work?"
"I'm the boss."
"You're going to ditch?"
I see the hopefulness in her eyes. I'm pleased as fuck she wants to spend time with me, but she shouldn't have to be hopeful about it. I want it to be a foregone conclusion. I'll get us there.
"Yes."
"I would love to go out. I saw a few places on my phone nearby that I wanted to check out."
"Then that's what we'll do." I press a kiss to the top of her head before getting out of bed. "See something you like?" I tease her when her eyes drop to the outline of my dick that wants to be free of my sweatpants and inside her.
“I mean how could I miss it?” she jokes as her cheeks tinge pink.
“It’s all for you and because of you.”
“I still can’t believe what we did in the kitchen.” I brace one hand on the bed to move closer to her.
“But did you enjoy it?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she nods her head yes. “Then that’s all that matters, honey.” I stroll toward the bathroom before I end up pinning her to the bed. She’s way too tempting, and I’ve waited so long to have her that I have to continue to remind myself to slow down.
I don’t want her to think this is all about sex. Even if it's taking up most of my thoughts. I'd started to think that I might have a low sex drive. I wasn't one to masturbate much, if at all. In the back of my mind, it had started to worry me.
Now that Truly is back, it's crystal clear that it has just been dormant. In hibernation, waiting for her to return. The whole bear name might not be too far off the mark.
I flip the water on and step under the cold spray. It does nothing to my dick but piss it off more. I wrap my hand around it and brace the other on the wall. I close my eyes and replay last night.
The flashbacks of Truly’s ass up on the kitchen island. There was this strange kink that had hit me when I’d offered to take months off the year I’d lied about. Essentially buying her. Of course I don’t want to have to fucking buy her, but I’d gotten off on the idea, and going by my wife’s pussy, she had too.
What gets me off more is knowing that my wife and I will get to explore all these things together. That only I will ever know her body, and she will be the only one to ever know mine. My mind conjures up visions of tying her to our bed, where I can explore every inch of her while getting her to admit all of her filthiest fantasies to me. Then I’ll make every single one of them a reality. No desire of hers will be left unfulfilled. Not on my watch.