Fall Into Love, page 32
“How can my man be mad? Look at my ass in this!” I turn to show Julie, giving it a shake.
I’m wearing a skin-tight nude bodysuit. It has brown chocolate chips spotted all over it. When we’d gone out trick or treating with the kids, both Carly and I were chocolate chip cookies, and Tidas was dressed as the cookie monster. I was wearing this giant circle that really had me looking like a cookie. That was my PG Halloween costume. Now I’m a sexy cookie, obviously. One my husband is going to eat whole.
I think this is fair game in my book because Tidas enjoys getting me worked up. It’s our thing, but sometimes I enjoy getting him worked up too. It’s been a while since he’s had one of his crazy-jealous moments, and it’s time.
He’s made it super clear to everyone in town who I belong to. Not to mention I was pregnant our first year of marriage and in super-mom mode the next year. Tonight I’m going to look sexy. I’m surprised that I actually put this on, but I’m feeling myself tonight. It helps that I have a husband that makes me feel sexy all the damn time.
Tidas has really helped me come out of my shell. He’s healed a few of my past insecurities with myself, and so has my daughter. There is nothing wrong with being a bit buttoned up if it’s what you want, but there’s also nothing wrong with being a bit wild at times too. You can have the best of both worlds, just like Hannah Montana told us to.
“Boo!” Gracie jumps out of the dressing room with her hands in the air. She’s got a gold crown on her head that shines like a halo. Her short dress is tight, cut low, and covered in gold sequins. “I figured since he calls me sunshine, I can dress as one tonight,” she declares.
“I’m pretty sure your ass is the thing that’s going to be shining tonight.”
“Val!” Gracie gasps, her face flushing.
I’m guessing from her reaction that isn’t a threat right now. It’s hard for me to think of bubbly, happy Gracie getting kinky and her ass spanked, but then again I never thought I’d be into a lot of the stuff my Tidas does to me.
“Let’s go before they track us down here. We’ll never make it to Pretty in Pink if that happens,” Julie says as she slips on her shoes. I grab my nude heels and put them on too before we’re all out the door. We walk the four blocks down since the three of us polished off a bottle of champagne while we got ready.
It’s been a while since we all got dolled up and went out. Sure, we get together on the weekends, but we tend to hop from each other's houses for game nights or cookouts. When I think back on how I never thought Tidas would be into the whole marriage and babies thing, I laugh.
Tidas was made to be a father and husband. It makes all those years of thinking I’d never find someone worth it. No one would ever match me the way he does or get me either. Only Tidas can draw out all the passion I have inside of me, and it’s not only sexual either.
With him at my side, he has shown me that while I might love living in a small town, it doesn’t mean I have to think small town with everything I do. Just like with the Fall Festival. We can show the rest of the world a taste of Hollow Oak.
With my passion for designing wedding dresses and Tidas’s passion for thinking big and loving me, he opened doors I never knew were there. I ended up signing a deal to give a high-end department store in New York a handful of dresses for next summer.
I’m super excited because the line is called Little White. The dresses are fun and flirty and could be a wedding dress or a cocktail dress. I almost died when Tidas showed me what they offered me to design each one.
“Oh wow,” I say when we step inside Pretty in Pink. The place is slammed, and I don’t recognize half the people.
“Your table is reserved, ladies,” Mitchell, the bartender, calls when he sees us walk in. “I'll send some drinks over.” In no time we have our drinks and throw them back before we go out onto the dance floor. We all know our time is limited, and thinking about that already has my body humming with excitement.
The dance floor is crowded, but Gracie, Julie, and I are in our own little world having a blast.
“Where is everyone?” Julie asks, glancing around. I do the same, seeing everyone has moved away from us like we have the plague. Then I see them. Three giant men standing at the end of the dance floor closest to us and glaring our way.
Jacks has become tight with Tidas and Donovan, and the three of them are a gang. Their biggest bond is over keeping anything with a dick away from us.
“You’re scaring everyone!” I shout over the music.
“You’re the one that should be scared,” Tidas growls. Scared is the last thing I feel right now.
“Sunshine. Get your ass over here,” Donavan orders Gracie. She sticks her tongue out at him before she takes off through the crowd.
“Are you going to run?” Tidas challenges me.
“Maybe.” I smirk before I throw myself into his arms.
“Smart girl,” he says before he kisses me. “We’re leaving. I think Val needs more than a finger in her ass tonight.”
“Tidas!” I scream as he carries me out of the bar.
Some things never change, and Tidas always keeping me on my toes is one of them. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
TIDAS
Several years after that…
“The door isn’t locked,” Valerie moans, and I put my hand over her mouth.
I’m behind her and balls deep because I couldn’t wait until work was over. “Just let me get off, and you can go back to what you were doing,” I grunt as I thrust in again. “Fuck, that’s it.”
She sent me a picture of her in the dressing room earlier when she knew I had a client. I had to sit there behind my deck to hide my hard-on while I knew she had her hand in her panties. She pushes my buttons every second she can, and damn it, I love it.
My secretary Kelvin decided after my client left that he needed to go over the notes. As much as I didn’t want to listen, I knew that if I didn’t he would come looking for me next door. My cock was so hard the skin around it was tight and painful. The only thing that could ease it was the warm silk of Valerie’s cunt.
After he rattled off all of the information about the executor’s estate and sale of their property, I was out of my seat like my chair was on fire. “Lunch,” I barked over my shoulder as I pushed out the door and went straight for Val.
She didn’t have time to tell me to stop before I had her bent over the arm of the chair in the changing room and I was pulling my cock out.
“Goddamn it, you’re so tight.” As if to torture me, she squeezes her thighs together, and I have to fight my way into her. “Stop it.” I smack her ass, but all she does is moan against my hand and push back on my cock.
She’s so wet, and when I look down at my cock I see she’s got it on the front of my slacks too. I’m going to have her all over me when we’re finished here, and all it does is make me harder.
“Fingers in your pussy like I didn’t already take care of you this morning,” I grunt as I thrust and thrust. “You just needed more, didn’t you, babe?”
She nods and closes her eyes, and I grit my teeth. We’ve been married all these years and still I can’t keep my hands off of her. I chase her around the house, grabbing all her soft bits, and she pretends she doesn’t like it. But I see the way she tries to hide her smile, and the way her eyes travel down my body when she thinks I’m not looking. I’ll let her keep on pretending, because the chase is half the fun.
“Now I’m going to be late for my next meeting, and I’m going to have to sit there with my dick wet and the smell of you all over me.” Leaning down, I blanket her body and then grind against her. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To drive me crazy?” She nods again, and I smile. “That’s my dirty girl.”
She tilts her ass up, and I keep grinding against her, feeling her pussy squeeze me tight. She’s so close to getting off, but I keep her right at the edge. That’s what she gets for teasing me.
Moving my hand away from her mouth, I wrap it around her hip and between her legs. “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes,” she breathes as she arches against me.
“Ask me for it.”
“Tidas.” She says it like she’s desperate to get off, and I smile.
“Say please, Valerie.”
“Damn you, please.” She practically stomps her foot, and I laugh.
“Geez, you don’t have to beg.”
She curses as my fingers brush over her clit and then she melts. Her soft curves relax, and she spreads her thighs, giving me every part of her body.
“That’s my good girl,” I say against her ear, just before I thrust into her and pinch her clit.
When she cries out my name, I don’t try to muffle the sound. If there’s someone in the waiting room, let them hear. My wife loves me and my dick, and I take care of her anytime she’s needy.
One more thrust and I follow her over the edge, pumping my cock in and out as I go off. I coat every inch of my thick cock with her release and my own, needing her to mark me. I’m hers just as much as she’s mine, and this will be enough to hold me over. For now.
“You love getting into trouble,” I tell her when I eventually pull out and straighten my clothes. She’s still naked over the arm of the chair, so I sit down and slide her into my lap. “Miss me?”
“Yes.” She snuggles, and I feel her lips on my neck. “I love you, Tidas.”
“I love you too, babe.” I kiss the top of her head and hold her close, just enjoying the feeling of her in my arms.
“If you’re finished in there I’d like to see about a dress,” someone calls from the other side of the curtain, and Val stiffens in my arms.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, and when I shrug, we both fall into a fit of giggles like we’re teenagers. Maybe we still are, because the longer I’m with her, the younger I feel. Something about Valerie’s love is the fountain of youth, because no matter how long I’ve been looking at her, she’s still as beautiful as the day we met.
Maybe it’s my soul that sees her and not just my eyes, and I’m okay with that.
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THE END!
The Fall Groom
BY ALEXA RILEY
Gracie is a mail carrier in Hollow Oak and knows everyone in town. When the recluse on her route complains that she’s taken the day off, it’s time she introduces herself properly.
Donovan’s scars force him to stay hidden from the world, but a pretty mail carrier with colorful bows in her hair makes him want to come out of the shadows. How can he make her his when he’s afraid of what she might think of him?
Warning: This beast has found his beauty and it’s just as adorable as you think! Come back to Hollow Oak for this new love story and stay for the cheesy goodness!
Chapter 1
GRACIE
“Why are you all dolled up?” Oliver asks, leaning up against the side of his truck and watching me.
“I’m not dolled up.” I grab another box and haul it into the back of my mail truck. When I come back out, Oliver is still standing there watching me.
“You are too. Your lips are shiny.”
“It’s lip gloss. I wear lip gloss all the time.” Maybe not the mascara, but I don’t mention that.
“Hmm.” He doesn’t sound convinced as he looks me up and down. “Something is different.”
Oliver is three times my age and very happily married. If he wasn’t, I’d be telling him to get lost. His wife makes the best sprinkle cookies I’ve ever eaten, and Oliver brings me some at least once a week.
“Did you cut your hair?”
“Nope.” I pull my braided hair over my shoulder. I always keep it braided when I’m at work so it stays out of my way. I also always keep a bow tied at the end. I might be a mail carrier, but I can make it cute. I’ve got to do something to liven up these navy overalls.
“All right. I’m only asking because you look extra nice this morning,” he says, giving up on what I’ve done differently today.
He’s right, though, not that I’ll admit it. If I do, he’ll start grilling me for information. People think beauty salons are full of gossip? The post office gets to see it all firsthand.
I have on a bit more makeup today, but that’s not saying much. Normally I put some gloss on my lips and call it a day, but I had some extra time this morning. It has nothing to do with a sexy recluse that’s on my route.
Maybe I checked to see if the mystery recluse was getting any packages today, but it’s not a big deal. He gets something delivered every day. What the heck is he ordering all the time? Since he’s always home, I guess everything. And I’m not only saying he’s always home because he’s there during the day. I’ve never run into him once in the town of Hollow Oak.
Everyone knows everyone here. It’s almost impossible not to run into people at some point, which is why I don’t date anyone from town. Though for him, I’d make an exception and not only because I wouldn’t have to risk running into him if things didn’t work out. That’s just how big my crush is.
“We need you at the front, Gracie.” Mick’s voice comes over my radio, and I grab it from off my hip.
“On my way,” I respond before waving at Oliver and shutting the back door of my truck.
I tuck my clipboard under my arm as I make my way to the front of the building. Most of the trucks are already pulling out, and I need to get going soon.
I knock on Mick’s open door, and he motions for me to come in. “I got a complaint from your route.”
“Really?” I scrunch my nose in surprise.
I’m the only driver for Hollow Oak since I know where pretty much everyone in town lives. It’s not often I get a complaint. If I do, it’s for something being broken inside their box, which I know has to have happened before it hit my warehouse. I handle all my boxes with extra care. Nothing is worse than being excited for something to arrive and it not being what you hoped for.
“It's from yesterday.”
“Oh, Gail did my route yesterday. Remember, I took the day off.” Gail fills in for anyone that takes a day off or lends a hand if you have more than a normal amount of deliveries. I can usually handle Hollow Oak easily enough on my own.
“Yeah I know. I just wanted to give you a heads up on what happened. I guess this guy thought Gail was late and rude. He said no one else is to deliver his packages but you. If you're off, then his packages are to wait till you’re back.”
“What?” I say with a laugh. “Can he even make that kind of request?”
“Not typically, but he must know some people in some high places because we’re going to make sure only you drop his crap off.”
“Who is this even?” Before the words are fully out of my mouth, I already have an idea of who Mick is talking about. My sexy recluse. I didn’t think he cared much for me since he only ever grunts. But it didn’t stop me from trying to talk to him. Or the mega crush that’s taken on a life of its own.
“Donovan Combs.”
I nod. “I’ve got a package for him today.”
“He doesn’t give you problems, does he?”
“Nope.” If anything, I think he would think I’m a problem. I can be a bit nosy when it comes to him, but it’s hard not to be. He’s new to Hollow Oak, and the only thing I know about him is that he built his beautiful house. A house that he never leaves.
“All right then. Be safe out there.” I give Mick a mock salute before I’m out the door and on the road.
My morning drags by today. Usually the day goes by in a flash, but all I keep doing is counting down the stops until I get to Donovan’s.
Then a terrible idea comes to me. What would Donovan do if I was late? I normally see him peeking through the curtains when I’m coming down his long driveway. I picture him inside his home pacing back and forth. What’s in these boxes?
“Gracie!” my best friend Julie calls to me when I pull up next to the diner. I’m dropping a package off at Sew Be It next door. The yummy smells coming from the diner have my stomach growling. “Come have lunch with us.”
I turn to see her and her fiancé Jacks getting out of his car. She was actually the reason I’d taken the day off work yesterday. She and Jacks are finally going to say “I do,” and we tried on dresses yesterday. This has been in the making since elementary school, and I’m so happy it’s finally happening.
“Come with us. I’m buying,” Jacks adds. I know he’s only trying to butter me up in hopes that I’ll spill some details about tonight's bachelorette party. He knows I’ll fold like a cheap chair, but too bad for him Val is throwing it and has been tight-lipped.
“Okay,” I agree, checking my watch. This will make me late. Plus the diner beats the turkey sandwich I’ve got stuffed under my seat in the truck. “Let me drop this box, and I’ll be over. Get me a strawberry milkshake.”
I smile as I wonder how Donovan is going to react to me being so late. I’ll order him a piece of pie from the bakery to make up for it. Maybe today I’ll get more than a few grunts.
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