Life in Fusion (41 page)

our bedroom. He was obviously not coming willingly and I

literally had to pull and yank on him to get him to follow me. I

whimpered, seeing all the boxes stacked throughout the bedroom.

Wade moved a few of them out of his way, so he could get into

the dresser and grab a t-shirt.

“Can I please inquire as to why you’re being so damn pissy?”

I asked, taking in the view before he ruined it by putting the

shirt on. “You act like a giant man-child when your nephews are

around, yet this afternoon you were all…”

“Yes?” he asked, sarcastically after I trailed off, trying to find

the right words.

“Warden Wade,” I accused.

He sighed, rubbing at his temples as he went and sat down

on the edge of the bed. “I have an awful headache and man

Boone…”

I went over to him and climbed up behind him on the bed. I

got up on my knees and began massaging his neck.

“That feels nice,” he said, his shoulders slumping a bit as he

began to relax. “Please tell me you’re going to forgive me at some

point over this whole car thing.”

“It might help if you’d at least admit that you knew it was

wrong, or if not wrong in the larger sense, since it was kind of a

nice thing to do, that you realized it was bad because you knew I

didn’t want you to do it.”

“I’ll sell the stupid thing tomorrow, hell I’ll set fire to it and

send it flaming down the mountain side if that’s what it takes.”

I smiled, enjoying the mental picture that came with that last

scenario. “I don’t like fighting. But you need to respect my wishes.

Even when you know you’re on the right side of things, you can’t

force me into seeing things your way.”

“Well that really sucks.”

I laughed, moving down to his shoulders.

“I don’t expect you change your spots, little leopard,” I said,

kissing the back of his neck. “Hell I don’t really want you to

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change, but you need to afford me the same respect. I enjoy

having you get after me over what I eat and fussing over my

physical therapy, because it shows me that you care. But we won’t

make it if you can’t treat me like an equal.”

“Okay, I guess I can do that.”

“Well don’t go straining anything,” I said, snapping at him.

He started to laugh.

“And I’ll keep the stupid car—”

“You will!” he shouted, cutting me off.

Before I knew what was happening he had me flat on my back

and had climbed on top of me. “It really is a great little SUV, very

safe, airbags galore!”

He kissed me on the lips and cheeks, my forehead and eyelids.

“I wasn’t finished,” I reminded him, which put a halt to

smoochie-time.

He looked me right in the eyes, trying to suss out whether I

was going to say something good or bad.

“All you have to do is say you’re sorry,” I said.

“I’m
very
sorry, babe.” The corners of his mouth turned up

slightly just before pressing his mouth onto mine, giving me a

deep, passionate kiss that just about curled my toes by the time

he pulled away.

Breathing heavily, he looked hot enough to melt the clothes

right off my back as he stared down into my eyes.

“And you have to mean it,” I added.

Wade leaned in, lightly sucking and nibbling on my ear lobe.

He paused for a moment, whispering, “Let’s not start lying to

one another now, baby.”

“Asshole, jerk-butt,” I said, my eyes rolling back into my head

as Wade sucked and licked his way down my neck. “Holy fuck,

baby.”

My legs spread instinctively as Wade ground his cock into

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mine.

“Too bad we don’t know where that butt plug is hiding,”

Wade said between his sucking.

I was already trying to pull his shirt back off, moaning softly

as my back arched up off the bed. “We need to make finding it

a priority.”

“What’s going on up there?” Gabe asked from downstairs.

“Just unpacking one or two things up here,” I said, unbuttoning

Wade’s jeans and shoving my hand inside his underwear. He

hissed as I squeezed the head of his dick.

“Seems awfully quiet up there, to me,” we heard Chip say.

“I still hate that guy,” Wade whispered, his mouth falling open

as I started to slowly jerk him off.

“I hope you two aren’t doing what I think you’re doing,”

Gabe said, his voice laced with disapproval, which only served

to turn me on more.

Wade now had my jeans and briefs down over my hips, his

fingers pressing into my ass.

“We’ll be right down, I swear,” I called out, causing Wade to

laugh when my voice cracked slightly.

“They wouldn’t be messing around up there while they had

company and dinner waiting downstairs,” Chip called up, clearly

knowing that’s exactly what we were doing.

Wade rolled me onto my stomach, the head of his cock

massaging over my hole.

“That is rude!” Gabe yelled up at us, clearly offended, which

caused Wade and I to each crack up.

I wasn’t laughing for long, though, since Wade’s cock began to

force its way inside me. I was rubbing my face and forehead into

the mattress, trying to keep my lips shut and my moans to myself.

“Why don’t you show Chip our DVD collection,” Wade

called out, causing me to laugh again, despite the wicked pain and

pleasure ripping though my body from Wade making his final

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approach.

I heard Gabe huffing, signaling he and Chip had finally

decided to throw in the towel. I couldn’t get my legs spread very

far since my jeans were still around my thighs. I felt Wade pushing

my shirt up, exposing the naked skin on my back.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His fingers dug into my body. He

slowly worked his cock in and out, driving me insane with heat

and pressure. “So, you still gonna marry me?”

I bit down on my lip as his cock slid all the way inside my ass

in one long, smooth stroke. “Yes sir, I believe I will.”

“I’m so glad you’re finally here,” Wade said. “Thank you for

coming.”

And just like that, I actually did. My entire body shuddered

and I held back the usual loud signs that signaled my own

orgasm. I knew it wasn’t what he’d meant, when he thanked me

for coming, but I couldn’t seem to hold myself back any longer.

What else could I say, really? I mean sure, I could slather it over—

sugar coating it with all of the love that I felt for him. Get self-

righteous, justifying it with all the pride I had in the fact that he

was mine. But at the end of the day, I was still, at the heart of it

all, a bit of an ass-whore.

I smiled as Wade thrust inside me a few more times, his

massively thick, muscled body going rigid before he too thankfully

came. I was content…as well as now sore in the best possible

sense. He collapsed on top of me, clearly winded. He kissed the

back of my neck, whispering how much he loved me.

I knew I’d never know exactly what the future might bring,

but I was now certain of one thing. Whatever life wound up

dropping at our doorstep, I wouldn’t be facing it alone. We’d have

one another to lean on from this point forward, and that was,

most certainly, no joke.

about the authoR

ETHAN DAY lives in Missouri. He is currently single but

always looking for that special someone that makes his heart skip

a beat. He was the youngest of four children and the only boy.

After a few stints in college, he eventually signed up for a

Creative Writing course. He took the class because there were no

tests. For once his scholastic laziness paid off, and he found an

outlet for all the fantasies running amuck in his head. It was love

at first write, and he’s been doing it off and on ever since.

Visit Ethan on the internet at:

http://www.ethanday.com

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EthanDay/