Chapter 27

Lance

One week later, we walked into the courthouse and tied the knot. Lauren said she didn't want a big wedding, and all I wanted was to make her mine. It didn't matter to me who was there or where we did it. I wanted her to be my wife, and there was no way I was waiting. My parents, Sammie, James, and even Carrie, Scott, and grandma were right there with us. They were my family, and they were hers too. Jackson was in my arms the whole time. I looked into Lauren's beautiful eyes and told her just how important she was to me. The second our I do's were done, I pulled her in and covered her lips with mine. She was my wife, and I was going to make damn sure she was proud to be just that every single day. The two of them had been through so much, and I was going to make both of their lives perfect in every way I possibly could. They weren't going to worry or feel unloved, not ever again. My parents took Jackson home with them, and I took my wife home and claimed her as mine all night long.

The next four months flew right by. So much was going on in our little family. James was more than thrilled to have her as his sister. We got together even more with him and Sammie than we had before. He'd even taken Lauren out to dinner a few times so they could get to know each other without Sammie and me screwing with them. He'd tried to get her to work for him, but I wasn't having it. Jackson was just getting ready to start school. We'd originally planned for her to work once he started, but I'd changed my mind. She wasn't my wife when I'd agreed to that. We had a few small arguments that ended each time in the bedroom, with her under me and me letting her know I was in charge. I was going to take care of her. I wanted her to be able to be with Jackson at school or just be able to relax in a quiet apartment. That subject dropped the moment I got a call asking me to do another job with the government. It wasn't a test. They knew my skills, and I didn't need to prove myself again. When the man mentioned Lauren, I couldn't help but laugh.

“Lauren's last name is now Smith,” I said.

“You've got to be kidding me,” he said. “You two couldn't stand each other.”

“She's been dying to work,” I said. “I'm sure she'll be thrilled you called.”

“I guess she's the reason you turned the job down,” he said.

“She was,” I said. “Best decision of my life.”

“I'll give her a call,” he said. “You think you two would be willing to work together again? You did an amazing job on the last one.”

“Of course,” I said. “I bet she'll be happy to hear from you. We're both at the address you have for me. I can't wait to work with you again.”

Three days later, we walked into the same conference room we had before. The only difference was her hand being in mine when we walked through the door. Before you say it, I held my woman's hand any chance I got. I will give it to you though. That fucker Eric was going to know where she belonged. She leaned over and kissed my cheek with a smile on her face. Yep, she loved that shit.

Eric was up and pulling the chair next to him out before he even looked up at us. When his eyes hit our hands, they widened. Then they moved up further and I smiled wide at him. Then I kissed Lauren on the cheek, walked around the table, and sat down in the chair Eric had just pulled out.

“You shouldn't have,” I said.

Then I pulled out the piece of paper he'd originally written his name and number on and set it down in front of him.

“She won't be needing that,” I whispered. “I'll give her all the help she needs.”

I looked across the table at my sexy-as-fuck wife and winked. She just shook her head and smiled.

“We're so happy to have the two of you back,” the man said. “I see you've learned to like each other.”

I let out a laugh.

“Thank you for that,” I said, as I looked down the table toward him.

I knew Eric was looking over at me. I could feel that shit. I sat at the table with my hands together and quietly turned my ring around my finger over and over and over. Say what you want, he was the asshole. There was no way his ass needed to be flirting with a woman he was working with, especially not my woman.

As soon as we walked through the doorway of our hotel room, I slammed my lips against hers so hard it took her breath away. Did we really need to stay the night, nope. Did I want to, hell yeah I did. It was the very same hotel I'd first met her in. I guess it was like our honeymoon all wrapped into one night. When she pulled away to catch her breath, I smiled.

“Did you really need to torture Eric like that?” she asked.

The rumble came from deep in my chest before I could stop it.

“Sure did,” I said.

“You should have seen his face when you sat next to him. I can't believe you still had his number,” she said. “It was kind of sexy seeing you all jealous like that.”

“Oh yeah,” I said.

She reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head.

“Hhmmm,” she mumbled.

Then she reached for the button on my jeans to unbutton them before lowering my zipper. Her fingers hooked in the waist and pulled them down. My cock was rock hard, and I couldn't wait for her to release it. She licked her lips and the damn thing twitched. When she pulled my boxers down and it sprang free, I grabbed hold of my shaft and began to stroke it. Lauren was on her knees, eye level with my hand, and it took all I had not to grab the back of her head and fuck her sexy mouth. Her hand came up and cupped my balls. Then her other hand covered mine, and she began stroking it with me. When her tongue moved between her lips, I groaned.

“Don't tease me, Baby,” I said.

Her tongue darted out across my tip, and the drop that had escaped me spread along her tongue. She began swirling her tongue around the head, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her grip over my hand tightened, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

“Wrap those sexy lips around me,” I said.

When the grin on her lips widened, my free hand dove into her hair and tugged her so she was looking up at me.

“Lips around my cock, Baby,” I said roughly, and I watched her shiver.

She slowly opened her mouth wider, taking me in a bit at a time.

“You really want to push me, Lauren?” I asked.

She smiled wide and took me in a bit more.

“I'm holding on by a thread,” I groaned. “Suck it.”

She looked up at me as she pulled my cock out of her mouth until just my tip was resting on her lips. My hand tangled in her hair and held on tight. Then my hips thrust forward until I tapped the back of her throat.

“Suck it!” I demanded.

Her lips tightened around me and she sucked hard. I let out a moan, as my head fell back. Her hands moved to the backs of my thighs and she urged me forward again and again. I was fucking her mouth hard and fast.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Don't stop. Suck it deep, Baby. So fucking good.”

I fucked her mouth hard, and she took every single bit of me. When I cried out and filled her mouth, she swallowed every last drop before licking me clean.

I grabbed under her arms and lifted her to her feet. Then I quickly stripped her clothes from her. The look in my eyes had to be aggressive. She took a step back for each one I took forward. When her knees hit the end of the bed, I smiled. Then I grabbed her legs and lifted.

“Lance,” she gasped when her back hit the bed.

“You think you're going to tease me,” I said. “I'm going to teach you a very valuable lesson.”

“Really?” she asked as innocent as she possibly could.

“Yes,” I said. “I'm going to lick, suck, and fuck you right to the very edge, then I'm going to pull away and deny you over and over and over again. By the time I give you what you really want, you're going to be begging me to make you come.”

“Lance,” she whispered.

“Don't Lance me now, Baby,” I said. “I warned you.”

I stood above her and didn't take my eyes from her sexy body.

“I told you not to tease me,” I said. “What did you do?”

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth but didn't speak.

“I hope you didn't plan to sleep tonight,” I said.

She let out a moan and clenched her thighs together.

“Open,” I snapped, and her legs fell apart.

“You're so fucking wet, aren't you?” I asked from above her.

She shook her head but didn't release her lip.

“Really?” I asked. “You're not wet at all?”

She shook her head again.

I grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and thrust a finger into her without warning. She cried out and her hips bucked forward. Then I thrust a second finger in. When I pulled them out to the edge of her entrance, she moved her hips forward, but I didn't give in. I didn't enter her. When her body fell back on the bed, I thrust my two fingers in deep and hard.

“Fuck,” she cried out. “Lance.”

“You're soaked, aren't you?” I asked.

She didn't move, so I narrowed my eyes at her. Then I pulled my fingers from her, lifted them to my mouth, and sucked them dry. She moaned and clenched her thighs again. I grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and thrust those same two fingers in again. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she cried out my name.

“You want these fingers, Baby?” I asked, and she nodded.

I pulled them out and thrust them in until I felt her body begin to tense. Then I pulled both fingers from her, and she whined. My woman whined. Once I saw her body begin to relax, I went down on my knees, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and devoured her. Her hips were bucking against me, and her hand went to my hair. I thrust my tongue into her and hit that spot that had her ass moving all over the bed. Again, the moment I felt her body tense, I pulled my tongue from her and got to my feet.

“Fuck, Lance,” she snapped out. “Get your mouth back there right now.”

I wiped my mouth with my hand and shook my head.

“Do not play with me, Baby,” I said.

“Okay,” she said. “Fine.”

“Fine,” I said with a smile.

“Yes,” she said. “Just get your mouth back there now.”

I shook my head and reached down to grab her t-shirt from the floor.

“Scoot your ass up the bed,” I said, and she did.

Then I grabbed her wrist, lifted her arm above her head, and tied her wrist to the headboard.

“Lance,” she growled.

“Yes, baby,” I said, as I grabbed my shirt and did the same to her other wrist.

Then I slowly slid my fingers down her arm, and she shook, her whole freaking body shook. I walked to the end of the bed, grabbed my already hard cock in my hand, and began slowly stroking it. She pulled at both of her wrists before groaning. Then she tried pouting. That shit wasn't working.

“You want this?” I asked, and she nodded with a smile.

“Where do you want it?” I asked.

“Inside of me,” she said.

“Spread those legs for me, Baby,” I said, and she did. “Are you wet for me?”

I could see her wheels turning. She was fighting between fucking with me to prove she was in charge and giving in so she could get what she really wanted.

“Lauren,” I said sternly. “Are. You. Wet. For. Me?”

“Yes,” she cried out.

I tightened my grip on my cock and stroked it a few times before releasing it and crawling up the bed between her legs. Two fingers dove into her, and her back flew up off the bed. Her hands pulled against the restraints, but she didn't break free.

“You want me here?” I asked.

“Yes,” she cried out.

Her body tightened, and I pulled my fingers from her.

“Lance,” she cried out even louder in frustration.

I moved in closer, held her legs apart, and moved my cock up and down her entrance. She tried to to move forward but I grabbed her hips and held her still. Once she gave up and her body fell back onto the bed, I thrust into her without warning. Then I slowly began moving out and back in at a lazy pace. It was taking all I had not to fuck her harder than ever, but I held tight to my control.

“Move,” she said, but I didn't respond. All I could do was smile down at her. “Faster.”

I continued the exact same pace, and she yanked her arms with no success.

“Please,” she said. “I need you to move faster.”

When I didn't speed up the pace, her legs wrapped around my waist and her heel dug into my ass pulling me deep inside of her.

“Woman,” I growled out, as I pulled out of her, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her stomach.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

“On your knees,” I demanded.

With her hands on the headboard, she lifted herself onto her knees.

“I want that sweet ass in the air, Baby,” I said.

Her back arched, and her ass was right there. I pulled my hand back before letting go and spanking her. When I rubbed where my hand had been, she moaned loud. Then I got her other cheek. By the time I was done, her juices were dripping down her thighs and my print was on both sides. She was exhausted and in major need of a release. I needed one just as badly as she did. I got behind her, lined my cock up, wrapped my hand in her hair, yanked, covered her mouth with mine, and thrust into her fast and deep.

“Oh, Lance,” she cried out, as she pulled against her restraints. “Fuck! Don't stop. Do you hear me? Do. Not. Stop. I fucking need you.”

My free hand grabbed tight to her hip, and I pounded into her over and over. Her cries were mixing with my moans, and I knew there was no way I could stop if I wanted to. I was gone.

“Fuck, Lauren,” I moaned. “I need you there with me, Baby.”

I thrust into her so damn deep. When she cried out, I thought the entire hotel would have heard her. I thrust in two more times, before I stilled, yelled her name, and filled her with everything I could. Her pussy milked my cock as I emptied into her. Then her body went slack. I quickly moved to untie her hands and rubbed her wrists. Then I hurried to the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth. My girl was exhausted. There was no way she was moving. When I came back in again, I crawled in next to her, pulled her close, and covered her up.

“Do not tease me, Lauren,” I said.

“Hhmmm,” was her only response before her breathing evened out and she fell asleep.

I let her rest for about an hour before I woke her up with my cock inside of her. We spent the entire night in the tub, in front of the bathroom mirror, or on the bed. My girl had come more times in that one night than any other night.

We were both exhausted when we made our way through security the next morning. I knew damn well I'd be up with Jackson when we got home. It was totally worth the lack of sleep to see my woman shift in her seat from just how thoroughly I'd fucked her.

“I love you so much,” I whispered into her ear while her head leaned against my shoulder on the flight. “I'm so damn proud to call you mine, Baby.”

After an entire day for her and night of sleep for us both, we jumped right in and got to work. Lauren was so excited. She was able to be right there with Jackson, take care of our place, and felt like she was actually contributing to our household funds. It didn't matter how many times I told her it wasn't necessary, she liked that she was bringing in money as well.

I spent so much time with my boy. Jackson was my son. We went to the movies, out to play mini golf, and even out for dinner. I really enjoyed having time to bond with him alone. I'd even filed the papers to officially make him mine. I wasn't sure which one of us was more excited. I couldn't wait for the day to come that he'd share my last name.