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)
"Truly," I groan as I come. I open my eyes when I hear a small gasp. She’s watching me, her lips parted slightly, her hand resting on her chest.
I grunt, giving my cock a few more strokes, getting the rest of my orgasm out.
The only voyeurism kink that will be in this marriage is between the two of us. That's a hard line, and I don't think my sweet wife would want to cross it.
"Still thinking about you bent over the kitchen island," I tell her.
"I didn't know you would be so—" She licks her lips.
"Infatuated with my wife? I've spent years waiting to have you."
"I kinda like the sound of that." Her chin ducks slightly, shyness creeping in.
"You better move your sweet ass, or I'm going to pull you in here." Truly hesitates. "Wife," I groan. “Mercy.”
"Right." She spins around, darting back out of the bathroom. I can't stop the small chuckle that leaves me.
While I finish getting ready, Truly takes her turn in the bathroom. I eye her boxes still by the front door as I drink the coffee she made me. Another one of the small things that happens between a wife and husband, but it’s not so small. Not when it has been kept from you. I want to experience all the little things with her. To get to know in person her likes and dislikes. There is so much we have to learn about each other at this stage in our lives, and I’m looking forward to soaking in every single detail.
I push down the anger that tries to rise. I should have called my trainer to see about going a few rounds in the ring to burn off energy, but I wasn’t leaving Truly today. Not for a second after everything we’d talked about last night. Today is about me showing her that I’m not a complete asshole and will be good to her. That I can be a good husband.
I grab my laptop to send off a few emails for not only work but personal too. I’m not sure how to handle her parents. They still have plans to fly over for her graduation. I close my laptop when Truly comes out of the bedroom in one of the dresses I’d gotten her. I don’t know why, but I enjoy the hell out of that.
Our parents can get fucked. Today is about Truly, and I won’t let them ruin that. They’ve already ruined enough.
Chapter Eleven
TRULY
Today has been a dream. Surreal, honestly. After the week I'd had with Blake, I would have never guessed how these past twenty-four hours would have gone. I went from wondering how the hell I was going to get through an entire year with him to looking forward to the possibility of spending a lifetime together. It’s crazy how fast things can change.
When Blake slips his hand into mine, our fingers tangling together, warmth spreads through me as if he hasn't done it a dozen times throughout the day. We'd gone to breakfast and then walked around so I could explore all the shops that were close enough for me to walk to if I wanted.
Then Blake told me we had an appointment that was a surprise. I was clueless about it, but I knew it had to be a last-minute booking. When we pulled up to the Central Hall of Gifted History, I'd gotten instantly excited. I always loved coming here when I was younger. It's one of the best museums in the world if you ask me, and they're always displaying new exhibits.
When we stepped inside, you would have thought we were royalty with how they treated us. We were given a private tour. Each time we entered an exhibit, it would be cleared out for us alone and our guide. When we'd gotten to the Egyptian section, the guide had dipped out, and Blake asked me to continue. He knew that I'd know everything, and it was fun getting to tell him all the history. Blake listened intently to every word, never growing bored, and even asked questions.
"Thank you for that," I tell him as we sit in the back seat of the town car driving us across town.
"Thank you. I needed today." He takes my hand, putting it in his lap and engulfing it with his. My gaze is drawn to his wedding ring. Blake is my husband. He has been for years, but right now, it's all so real. I almost can’t believe how this is all coming together.
"You needed today?"
"To spend time with you." His phone has gone off a handful of times, and then he ended up powering it off and putting it back in his pocket, where it has stayed.
"It was really nice." Emotions well up inside of me. "Where are we off to now?" I change the subject, not wanting to cry and ruin this. Because I don't know what kind of tears they'd be. Happy ones or sad ones? Can it be a mix of both?