I shoot her a wink. “I’ll put him to bed. Then I want to hear about the studio, okay?”
She smiles, but I recognize the way the tip of her tongue wets her lips. How slowly she tucks her hair back behind her ear. “Okay.”
I want to know about the studio’s dry run today. Carl, Nancy, and a few of their bunko friends helped get Beck’s studio ready for tomorrow’s soft opening. She’s starting off with an adult sculpt and sip class. Before I helped Goldie move, I unloaded a few cases of wine and all of the new wine glasses, set them up in the back room sink area—the same place she rode me after I ate her out over the sink.
They put out a few extra pieces, and Nancy and one her friends were tasked with creating a few of the popular options–mugs, jewelry dishes, ornamental bowls–and fire them at various stages of completion, to give examples of what different variations of their creation can look like. Glazed, unglazed, what color translates to what after it's been kiln-fired, things like that.
I cannot wait to hear how it went because Beck woke up feeling ready for it. Having already owned a larger studio in the city, she’s well versed in running not just a business but thisexactbusiness.
I’m already so fucking proud of her.
I could barely show up to the shop after my dad passed, but Beck got left pregnant and started a whole new life in less than two years. I don’t like thinking of all she went through before me.
After getting Jett down–which is surprisingly easy because he’s super fuckin’ tired–I catch a quick shower before slipping on basketball shorts and heading to the living room. Beck is positioned on the couch, a basket of laundry on the table. She’s holding clothes and nodding her head to the music playing on the TV.
I take a seat next to her and take the laundry from her hands as she grins at me, cheeks getting pink. Pulling her into my lap, I feel my cock get hard in the thin fabric of my shorts as my hands smooth over the round, full globes of her ass.
I fucking love her body. I love that I have a handful of the woman I love no matter where I grab, and I love that she lets me have her wholly when we’re together. She doesn’t bring her arms up to cover her breasts or strategically pull the sheets to cover the places on her thighs she compares to a certain dairy product.
She hands herself over because she knows that I think she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. What she doesn’t know is how much her comfort and vulnerability make me love her, too.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” she grins, feeding her fingers up the back of my head. Her fingernails sliding through my wet hair make my cock perk up yet again. This time she feels it and looks down to find the outline of my cock straining against nylon.
“I missed you,” I explain, taking her lips in a passionate kiss.
“I fucking missed you, too,” she breathes, kissing me right back. She rarely curses because she's trained herself not to because of Jett. Now it seems she only curses when she’s… extremely horny or close to cumming.
I slide my hands beneath the hem of her shirt, using my fingertips to walk my palms up her back. She moans softly as her eyes flutter closed. “You really did if you’re cursing,” I whisper, looping my hands over her shoulders to tug her harder against me.
“Mmm,” she moans as my lips discover the soft skin along her collarbone. “It was a great day at the studio, and I think tomorrow will be okay.”
“Okay,” I say against her throat as my lips work their way up.
“Now we’ve talked.” Her hands drop from my chest to the waistband of my shorts. A minute later, I’m hot and hard in her hands. “Now get inside me.”
She swipes her thumb over the head, forcing my spine to tighten. “Ah,” I say, taking her mouth in a frantic kiss. “I want to,” I groan, starting to get a little heady from how her hands twist in opposing directions around the length of my cock. “But I gotta say something first.”
After a quick groan of frustration, she takes her hands off me. When we pull apart, my core tingles at the sight of her kissed lips. “I want to live here. Now that Goldie is moving on, I want to move in here. I want the three of us to live together.”
She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, but it’s okay, because I’ve been wanting this for a while. I have a speech, so I launch into it.
“I want you. I want you both. I love you both. I’m not going to propose right now because with Jett involved, we have to plan that and talk about it. It’s not something I’d pop on you like this, right now. But you’re mine. He’s mine. Forever. Both of you. And I’m gonna put so many babies in you that we have enough kids to one day run the entire Wrench Kings franchise. All of them. All 2,200 plus. Because that’s how serious I am about us.”
“Can we bargain?” she asks, looking like she’s holding back a laugh. “I can do a few kids, but not 2,200.”
“I’m serious, Beck. I wanna live here. I don’t want the past showing up here like it’s still just you and Jett. I want to be here to protect and take care of you both. Forever.” I swallow hard as her eyes grow wet. “Say yes.”
“It was always going to be a yes, I was only going to ask if you’d rather us move to your place.”
I take her lips in a celebratory kiss, and her hands begin their magic again. “No, Jett’s used to this place. I’ll sell mine. Or maybe we keep it and rent it?”
“I’d love for you to move in here. I just want you to be sure.”
“Can I move in this weekend?” I ask eagerly, not wanting to wait. I want to be here. Always.
She grips the head of my cock with one hand, squeezing my swollen balls in the other. “As long as you fuck me right now, yes, you can move in this weekend.”
Quickly, I put her on her back. The couch is wide enough for my knees to pin her at the hips, so I do. Over her, I stroke my cock. “I’m going to get you naked and make you earn that orgasm, baby.”