Enjoying the Chase (75 page)

Frowning in confusion, I grabbed my other
shoe and looked at the sole of that one too, only to see H and E written on
that one. Suddenly it dawned on me why people chuckled when I knelt down to say
the prayer during the wedding. Some asshole had written ‘HELP
’
on the soles of my shoes so it would have
been visible to the guests when I was kneeling. I laughed and shook my head. My
best friend really was a jerk at times, but I wouldn
’
t change him for the world.

“What
’
s so funny?” Rosie asked. I help up the shoes to show her. “Ashton,”
she guessed, chuckling.

I nodded and threw them to the side,
wanting to get to my present already so that I could unwrap the present that I
’
d been looking forward to all night – my wife.
I jerked my chin towards the tube in her hand. I literally had no clue what it
was. “That for me?” I asked, eyeing it, trying to work out what it could be.

She smiled, holding it out to me. “Yep. I
hope it
’
s everything you thought
it would be,” she replied.

Confused, and more than a little intrigued,
I took it off her. It was soft and about a meter long, it basically looked like
a thick roll of gift wrap. As I pulled off the wrapping I still had no clue
what it was. Whatever she
’
d bought
had been wrapped in bubble wrap. I pulled off the rest of the paper and looked
at it before unfastening the tape and unrolling it, thinking it would be
something breakable. When the whole sheet was unwrapped, I looked up at her,
confused. There was nothing inside the bubble wrap.

“
Stripes, I don’
t get it.”

She smiled at me knowingly. “You called me
up one time, talking about how funny it would be to have sex on bubble wrap.”

Just as I figured it out that
this
was
the present, she let go of the top of her dress and it fell to the floor in a
pile of expensive silk and lace. My eyes instinctively dropped down to the lacy
strapless white underwear she was wearing, and my hand tightened on the bubble
wrap.

“Oh shit, Rose, I love being married!” I growled,
grabbing her and practically throwing her down on the bed while she giggled
excitedly.

“Just stop talking and make me moan your
name already,” she teased, wrapping her legs around my waist as I rolled to my
back, pulling her on top of me.

“Yes, ma
’
am.
Let
’
s see if anyone threw edible confetti,” I
joked.

Rosie
pulled out of the kiss and sat up on
my chest, looking down at me lustfully. “The bubble wrap would probably work
better on the floor.”

She gasped as I slid her bra off; trailing
my fingers down the whole length of her arms as I did it. She shivered, biting
on her lip which immediately made me think of better things that could go in
her talented little mouth. A couple of pieces of coloured paper fluttered down
onto my chest; some of it was stuck to her pert breasts. I moaned
appreciatively at the sight of her before forcing my eyes up to meet hers
again.

“We
’
ll use the bubble wrap later. Right now I just need to fuck you
senseless,” I murmered, running my hands up her sides until I cupped her
breasts. Catching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I squeezed
gently which made her grind her ass on my, already overexcited, crotch. 

She made that little Rosie purr and moved
her hands down to my pants, unzipping them quickly. I pulled her down on top of
me. My hand slid down her back, gripping her ass
;
loving
the feel of the lacy material under my fingers.

Her fingers traced up my chest, adoring my
body as she looked at me through heavily lidded eyes. Guiding her mouth to
mine, I kissed her passionately, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my hands
trailed down her back, pushing down the lacy panties, noticing how wet and
ready she was. I let my fingernails dig into her thighs a little as I did it.
Rosie always liked it a little rough and dirty. She made that little purr into
my mouth, and I couldn
’
t hold my
control for another second. I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me,
entering her in one smooth motion which made her bite my lip roughly as her
fingers dug into my sides.

As she tipped her head back and closed her
eyes, and I groaned at the exquisite feel of her body. Making love to Rosie was
something out of this world, something I could never compare to another girl
that I had slept with. She blew them all out of the water just because I loved
her so much that it was a little scary.

“I love you, Nate,” she whispered as my
hands ran the length of her body, lingering on the intimate parts, worshipping
them and adoring them as she rocked her body on mine. The feel of her, the
sight of her, and her perfume mixed with the rapidly building smell of sex was
driving me crazy.

Her breathing was speeding up now; her eyes
squeezed shut as I rubbed my fingers on the little sensitive bundle of nerves
as she rode me faster. I could feel her inner walls tightening with every
movement. Just as she looked like she was going to climax, I gripped her hips
and held them still as I flipped her onto her back, wanting to take control.
For weeks when I came out of hospital she
’
d had to do all the work,
and I
was still
trying to make up for that.

I grinned at her, and her eyes widened with
excitement as if she knew what was coming. My hands found her waist, flipping
her onto her stomach. She gasped and wriggled under me as I pinned her down,
kissing across her shoulder, blanketing her body with mine.

“Don
’
t tease,” she whimpered, as I kissed across her back, gently nipping
her overheated skin. I smiled at her impatience and carried on regardless. She
sucked in a ragged breath as my tongue trailed over the top of her ass cheek.
Her whole body tightened as she raised her hips, trying to move me further
down, but I was still in the teasing mood right now. I wanted her to beg, her
begging was the sexiest, most enjoyable thing I
’
d ever heard. Her wanting me was enough to make my stomach tighten
and my palms get sweaty.

I kissed right down to her feet, sucking on
her toes which made her giggle and grip the pillow tightly as she wriggled
trying to get away from me. “Nate Peters!” she scolded, twisting the top half
of her body and hitting me with the pillow.

“
Rosie Peters!
” I scolded playfully. As soon as I called her that the passion
spiked immediately. It really hit me then that she was my wife. My heart
started to ache, and I knew that I needed to make her moan my name, right now.

I grabbed the pillow from her hands and
slid one arm under her stomach, lifting her off the mattress gently as I shoved
the pillow under her hips, raising them. I moved up and kissed her before
covering her body with mine, pressing my chest against her back as her hips
rose even more in silent invitation. Fisting my erection, I guided it towards
her entrance and pushed back in. I gritted my teeth as her wet heat enveloped
me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, thrusting faster and
harder. My hands gripped hers as she pressed her face into the mattress and
cried out my name, reaching her orgasm within minutes. I tried to breathe
through it; I didn
’
t want to
finish yet. To keep myself calm I focussed on the new gold ring that I
’
d slid onto her finger hours before.
My
ring,
my
claim on her.  

She was gasping for breath as I continued
my pace. Knowing I wouldn
’
t be
able to hold out much longer, I wrapped one arm under her stomach and pulled
her up, guiding her to all fours as I got to my knees. Sweat beaded on my
forehead as I ran my hand down the length of her spine, gripping the back of
her neck.

“Moan for me, Rosie. I want the whole hotel
to know how much you
’
re enjoying
being married to me,” I purred, leaning over her and biting her shoulder. 

She whimpered and pushed back onto me
harder, before doing as requested and moaning my name over and over as I made
love to her. As I slammed into her hard, her legs shook as she sank down onto
her elbows and gasped, climaxing again. I was done for, there was no stopping
my end this time. Gripping her hips and keeping her still, I thrust just a
couple more times before my end hit me like a freight train. I groaned, bending
my body over hers, kissing the back of her neck as my dick throbbed and jerked
inside her.

“
Best. Time. Ever,
” I rasped, biting the column of her neck. I could barely move as
she nodded and tried to catch her breath. I smiled to myself and wrapped my arm
around her as I guided her to lie on her side while I snuggled close to her
back, remaining inside her, not wanting to lose that connection yet.

She smiled over her shoulder at me, and I
felt the moronic grin spread across my face as I leant forward and pressed my
lips against hers. Her hand tangled into the back of my hair as she kissed me
back passionately. When the kiss broke I nuzzled into her neck, just enjoying
the heat from her flushed skin.

Her fingers interlaced with mine as she
pressed back into me, tangling one of her legs between mine. I smiled against
her neck.

“I love you, Mrs Peters,” I whispered,
kissing her softly.

She wriggled closer to me, closing her eyes
and smiling happily. “I love you too.”

My gaze slid to the bubble wrap on the
other side of the bed where I
’
d
carelessly abandoned it when I
’
d
grabbed her. A predatory smile crept onto my face at the thought of it.
Amazingly, I was up for round two already, so I pulled her closer to me and laughed
excitedly. “Can we try out the bubble wrap now?” I asked hopefully. Her eyes
flew open as she giggled and nodded eagerly. We both reached for it at the same
time.

Epilogue

I was shaking. No, that wasn
’
t right, the bed was shaking. Or someone was
shaking me which was making the bed shake?

“Daddy!”

I cracked my stinging eyes open to see DJ
bouncing on the edge of my bed with a grin stretched across his face.

Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and pushed
myself up on one elbow. “Hey, Kid. What
’
s up?
” I rasped.

“Momma saids I needed to wake you up,” he
replied.

I sa
t up and rubbed the sleep from
my eyes
. “Where is Momma anyway?” Yawning, I glanced around
the room. I usually got a better wake up than that if I
’
d been on sixteen hour nights all week!

He beamed up at me. “She
’
s going out to buys a new dress for the party
tonight. You gots to look after me.” His smile told me he was pleased about it.

I remembered Rosie mentioning something
about having to buy a new dress. “I do? Well maybe we should think of something
fun to do today then, huh? How about we go play catch at the park or something?”
I offered, knowing he wanted to test out his new baseball glove that he got for
his birthday from the Taylors.

His eyes lit up as he resum
ed
his bouncing on the bed. “Yeah!”

“Boys, Anna
’
s here to pick me up, I
’
m going
now
!” Rosie called up the stairs.
“Nate, are you awake?”

“He
’
s awake, Momma! Daddy
’
s
taking me to the park!” DJ shouted in reply before I could even open my mouth.

After an awesome day with DJ, we headed
back to our house. As we pulled into the driveway,
he let out a yelp of
excitement
as I parked next to my parents
’
car. He practically ran out of the car in a bid to see
them quicker, while I lagged behind, letting him get it out of his system.

As I walked in the front door, the first
thing my eyes settled on was the love of my life. She was leaning against the
kitchen counter, laughing and talking with Paige about something. I sighed
content
ed
ly as I looked at her. The way her jeans clung
to her ass, the curve to her back, the waves of brown hair that cascaded over
her shoulders. It was all pure perfection. Poetry in motion, that
’
s what she was. After being married almost a
year, I still couldn
’
t get enough.

DJ was busy getting the life hugged out of
him by my mom, so I took the opportunity to steal a few minutes with my girl. I
headed over to her, and put my arms either side of the counter, trapping her
against it, pressing my chest to her back as I kissed the base of her neck.

“Well hi there. Do you come here often?” I
purred in her ear as my hand slid down over her side, coming to rest on her
five
-
month baby bump.

She interlaced her fingers with mine. “As
often as my husband makes me,” she answered.

Paige sighed dramatically. “If the flirting
has started then I
’
m outta here,”
she said, walking out of the room with her hands covering her ears.

Both Rosie and I laughed, and she moved my
hand off her stomach, starting to turn around. I smiled wickedly. “Beep, beep,
beep,” I joked, making the sound of a truck when it reverses.

“I
’
m not that big!” she cried.

I grinned and moulded my body around hers as
much as her swollen tummy would allow. “You
are
that big,” I countered,
rubbing my hands on her tummy in circular motions. “
But I
looooooove big
”

“Well big loves you too.” She sighed and
pressed herself to me tighter. “I missed you so much this week, Nate. I think
you should tell them you can
’
t
work the night shift any
more
because it
’
s interfering with our
sex life
.
”

I smiled and kissed her lightly. “It builds
anticipation,” I whispered playfully against her lips.

She sighed and shook her head. “I
’
m not kidding. I
’
m pregnant, pregnant women need attention. You
’
re
s
lacking in your husband
’
s duties. I
’
m not a happy person right now. Do you realise that I almost called
you home from work last night, just so I could ravage you?” she asked, her eyes
telling me that she wasn
’
t
actually joking.

I smiled at her admission. “And what excuse
would you have come up with for that?”
I teased.
“
I don’
t think, ‘I need my husband for physical
purposes
’
would have cut it with
my superiors
.
”

She shrugged. “Family emergency, I don
’
t care, I would have thought of something.”

“So, what stopped you calling me? I would
have come home if you needed me. You know I
’
m not one to neglect my wife
.
”

She shrugged. “I got up to get the phone,
decided to make a glass of milk and then call you, but instead I found the
toffee cake in the fridge that we bought for dessert tonight,” she replied,
blushing profusely.

I raised one eyebrow at that. My mom had a
favourite toffee cake that they only made in LA; Rosie had sent me to the bakery
to buy the specific one that was my mom
’s favourite.
“You didn
’
t start
eating it, did you?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

She winced and nodded. “I ate the whole
damn thing. I told your mom that you forgot to buy one, I blamed everything on
you,” she
chuckled
.

“You
’
re disgusting.
”

“You used to think it was sexy when I ate,”
she countered.

“I still think it
’
s sexy, but maybe not a whole damn cake, Rose, that
’
s gross!
”

She sighed dreamily.
“It
was good too. I might just nip out and get another one for tonight.”

I shook my head forcefully. “Oh no. Daddy
’
s home tonight, no need for cake.”

Her eyes lit up.
“Nate, you think I could
get your opinion on my new dress for the party?” she asked, nodding towards the
bedroom suggestively.

My dick rejoiced. I hadn
’
t had my way with her for almost five days,
and goddamn did I feel it building. “Hell yeah
,
” I agreed
quickly, giving her a little push in that direction.

“Daddy!”

I groaned quietly.
So freaking close!

I turned and smiled at DJ. “Daddy, tell
them how many times I catched the ball without dropping it,” DJ enthused.

I opened my mouth to answer, but the kid
chimed in before me.

“Nineteen times! All without dropping it
once.”

Rosie wrapped her arms around my waist from
behind. Because of the position, her protruding belly pressed against my back.
I grinned when I felt the baby kick me. I loved pregnant Rosie, she was so
freaking beautiful. Being pregnant definitely suited her, and if I had my way,
we
’
d have a dozen kids. I was
pretty sure Rosie would have something to say about that though, after all, she
didn
’
t exactly enjoy ‘being as big
as a house and having cankles
’ –
her words, not mine.

“Nathaniel, your mother doesn
’
t even get a hello?”
my
mom scolded,
grinning at me playfully as she held her
arms out for a hug.

I smiled, reluctantly moving away from
Rosie and stepping into my mom
’
s
embrace.
“You guys are early. I thought you weren
’
t getting here until six.” It was only four
thirty.

My dad
laughed
. “You know your mother, couldn
’
t resist an extra hour to coo over DJ,” my dad joked.

“I know what she
’
s like. We all call her nanna hugger around here, don
’
t we, DJ?
” I teased.

DJ nodded in response. “Nanna hugger,” he
agreed,
giggling
as my mom tickled
him.

“You don
’
t usually complain,”
my mom replied.

“He never complains,”
I
told her, smiling at DJ
’
s
gappy-toothed smile. “You still taking him home to yours for the weekend?” I
prayed
she would say yes. I really needed some
adult
alone
time with Rosie; I felt like I hadn
’
t sat down and just spoken to her in forever
because of my shifts and long hours.

“Yeah, we
’
ll come to the party and then leave at about ten,” My dad answered.

Yesterday was Ashton
’
s birthday, so
tonight he and Anna
were
celebrating with a party. Only friends and family were invited, it was going to
be fun.

“So, I heard that you forgot to buy that
cake with the toffee frosting for dessert tonight, Nate,” Mom said
accusingly.
I smiled knowingly at my wife as she blushed and
looked at me pleadingly. She was begging me with her eyes not to tell my mom
that she
’
d eaten the one that I
’
d bought yesterday. I laughed at how
embarrassed she looked and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, kissing the
side of her head.

“Yeah, my bad. I
’
ll get one next time,” I lied.
As Rosie avoided my eye I leaned
in and whispered,
“You owe me big time,” in her ear. When she
shivered against me, I willed myself not to get turned on by the involuntary
movement.

She looked up at me, her eyes bright and
playful. “Oh, I
’
ll make it up to
you later, don
’
t you worry about
that,” she purred.

I chewed on my lip as I looked at her; I
still didn
’
t know what she saw in
me. I was still the same old Nate, making jokes, not being able to say anything
romantic without messing it up. Yet she was still looking at me with th
at
‘I think you
’
re
superman
’
gaze
. I sighed happily
and pressed my lips to hers for a couple of seconds, before turning back to my
crazy family.

After dinner, I changed into smart
jeans and a black button down shirt, and then headed into the lounge, watching TV
while everyone else got ready. Well over half an hour later, I was totally
bored of waiting. They had all been coming out one by one; it was just Rosie
left now. I rested my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes.

“Stripes, let
’
s go already!” I called, trying to hurry her up.

Almost instantly I heard her coming down
the stairs, I turned in
my seat – and
was rendered
speechless. She looked so beautiful that it actually hurt to look at her. The
new dress looked incredible on her.

I slowly dragged my eyes over her, drinking
in every inch of her. The dress was pale blue and had thin straps; it came to
about mid-thigh, making her legs look incredibly long. I loved the tease of the
cleavage, and how her belly just pushed slightly against the material. I smiled
proudly. The girl rocked my world. Rosie just seemed to get more and more
beautiful as time went on.

I pushed myself out of my seat, unable to
take my eyes off her. She winced and looked at me as if she was asking for my
approval. “Does it look okay? I look like a fat monster, don
’
t I?” she asked quietly as I stepped to her
side.

I didn
’
t bother responding to the fat monster comment. Instead, I just
kissed her, showing her how beautiful I thought she looked. Showing her with my
actions that she took my breath away. When I pulled away, her eyes were dancing
with excitement, and I had completely forgotten we weren
’
t on our own. I was about three seconds from taking her on the
counter.