Chapter Thirty-Six

Trig

I get home a little before dusk. Maggie’s home and hopefully resting after her last week of school. Instead of going inside, I go to the pasture and call the horses. None of them come. Why should they? I’ve ignored them all summer because I’ve been distracted by my sweet wife. When I get home, I don’t feel like doing anything other than spending time with her.

With a sigh, I head into the barn for a bucket of feed. Shaking a few scoops of oats in a bucket always works. Sure enough, the horses trot over the hill, Tex leading the way. Before I left this morning, he was a little off on his left hind. He’d thrown a shoe and I hadn’t even noticed.

I called the farrier who promised to come out today. Tex’s limp is gone and I’m relieved. He gets the first turn at the bucket and then I let the others have a little.

Now that Maggie has a break from school, I’m going to show her how to ride. She’s got almost a month until the fall semester starts which should give us a chance to ride several times a week. Last week I had her fitted for some chaps.

I pet the horses for a little while, throw them a few flakes of hay and head back to the truck.

The lady at the shop wrapped the presents and they look pretty. Today’s our two-month anniversary, and with her finishing up with school I wanted to do something special. Along with a few presents, I picked up dinner from an Italian restaurant Maggie loves.

I’d like to do so much more for her than just a few gifts and dinner. I’d like to take her on a trip. Anything. My wife could have any single thing she wanted from me, and not just because we’re married. From the beginning, I wanted to be the one to do good things for her. Fix things.

Somewhere along the way she didn’t need anything fixed. I saw it on her face. The relaxed and happy expression in her eyes. I need to see her joy and contentment. I’m addicted to it. Maggie’s my fix. She likes to tell me that I’m hers.

Since we married, I haven’t had a single headache. The guys at work say I walk around with a smile on my face all day long. They give me shit about my needing a good woman in my life. I never deny that. I’m certain they’re right.

The dogs barely thump their tails in greeting and I shut the door quietly. After I set the presents in the middle of the table and put the food in the fridge, I pop the top off a beer.

“Trig?” Her voice is soft, coming from our room.

I leave the bottle on the counter and head to the bedroom. Soft light glows under the door. Candles. Maggie loves to light them at night. It’s not dark just yet, but she never cares. They make our bedroom romantic, she likes to say.

I wanted her to rest but now my body has other ideas. My blood heats as I near the door. My cock is painfully hard just from hearing my name on her lips. I turn the knob and push the door open.

She’s sitting on the bed and wears some sort of… what do I know? I have no fucking idea what it’s called. Just that it’s pink. Lacy. The straps are delicate and the material molds to her breasts and narrow waist. It clings to her legs and goes all the way to her feet.

“Damn…”

I shove the door closed and cross the room in three strides. There’s a voice in my head that always cautions me, telling me to go slow with Maggie. To be gentle. Yeah, not listening. All control slips from my grasp as I pick her up and toss her back to the pillows.

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I run my hand over her body. She wraps her arms around me, submits to my kiss and arches beneath my touch. The mesh of the fabric makes me want to tear it from her. I trail kisses down her neck, to her breasts.

I suck the nipple through the fabric, making her giggle and squirm beneath me.

“I love your tits, baby.”

She gasps. The only place I tell her dirty things is in this room and she’s always shocked, but I know she loves it too.

I’m still dressed in jeans and a work shirt, but I can’t stop myself. I need to explore every inch of her. And I need to taste her too. She loves when I tease her pussy with my tongue, but she almost never lets herself go. She’s shy about it, usually tugging me up and begging me for more.

I kiss her stomach and lower. “This thing should be illegal, Maggie.”

“So, you like it?” She laughs softly.

“I fucking love it.” I nudge her knees apart with my shoulders. “But look, it’s got a ripped crotch.”

She laughs again and flinches when I lower between her legs.

“Lift your arms over your head, Maggie.”

Her eyes widen, shining in the candlelight. “Why?”

“Because I want you to grab hold of the headboard rails.”

“Oh.” She blinks a few times but obeys.

I lower my mouth and lick her gently. “You taste so good.”

She squirms a little and I feel her hands settle on my head. I growl at her and she pulls them away.

“Keep your hands there or I’ll tie you.”

A huff of outrage makes me smile. I pin her to the bed with one arm and begin teasing her with my tongue. She’s wet. Drenched. Her folds are swollen. I suck her clit and groan as it plumps between my lips. Her arousal makes me wild but I won’t stop until I’ve made her cry out my name. I want to taste her orgasm. Show her who owns her.

I can feel her pleasure building inside her. Small, plaintive cries spill from her lips. She bows her back off the bed. With each passing moment, she’s climbing higher. Her cries turn to soft pleas. I won’t relent. I suck and taste and tease until she arches and cries out my name. The sound echoes off the walls of the room.

I move up her body, kissing her all the way while her orgasm grips her body, making her tremble.

Caging her with my body, I look down at her. I love the way my sweet wife looks after an orgasm. Even in the candlelight, I can see that her pale skin is flushed with pleasure.

I run my finger under the delicate strap of her sexy-as-sin outfit. “I like this. A lot.”

“I bought it at that little shop, Lillian’s. I was there today when you were.”

Her smile makes me smile. She loves teasing me.

“You have three weeks till school starts back up?” I ask. “I might make you wear one of these outfits every night.”

“I only have one.”

I tug the strap down and kiss her shoulder. “I know where to buy more.”

“I bought something else at Lillian’s.”

“Maggie, you’re going to make me lose my mind.”

“I don’t know if I have the nerve to wear it…”

I can’t imagine what that means but I’m not going to give it too much thought. Pulling the strap back up, I’m struck by how delicate the fabric is and a surge of need comes over me. I stand and without bothering to unbutton my shirt, I tug it over my head. I yank off my boots. Toss them aside. Even in full-on-Viking mode, I refuse to fuck Maggie with boots on.

“I should take this off,” she whispers.

“Don’t you dare.”

I prowl over her and she looks up at me, her eyes shining in the candlelight. I like to take it slow with her but I can’t. Not tonight. Not when she’s wearing that sweet little bit of lace just for me. Clasping her waist, I pull her under me and settle between her thighs.

When she clasps my hips, the lace brushes my skin, the hint of friction sending a shot of lust through my body. I’m hanging on to my sanity, barely, but when she wraps her legs around me, everything slips away. Primitive need grips me and I press against her wet core, thrust hard and deep.

She clings to me, gasping as I drive into her. I wrap her hair around my fist, tug her head back and crush my mouth to hers. When she parts her lips, I stroke my tongue deep inside her. It’s indecent. Lewd. Filthy. I slam into her. Every movement is brutal, but all I can think is how much I love this woman. Need her. I’d lay my life down for her. Yet, when we come together like this I need to dominate her and I fucking love how she submits to me.

Her body tightens beneath me. She gasps with each breath. Soft, plaintive sounds that drive me wild. Her breath fans across my neck.

Trig…

My name. I need that. To hear my name on her lips when I’m buried deep inside her tight body. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders and she whimpers my name. I feel her need. She’s close. She’s near. She’s almost all mine.

“Maggie,” I rasp.

A soft cry brushes my ear as she breaks beneath me. Shattering. Drawing me over the edge after her. Yes. Mine. All mine. I thrust once more and come deep inside her.

I roll, taking her with her and she lays across me, limp. I’m so lost to her. She has no idea. Her head rests on my shoulder.

“Trig, I love you,” she whispers. “So much it scares me.”

“I love you too.” I say the words without hesitation.

After a few moments, she sighs. “Did you bring me the Shrimp Alfredo?”

“Don’t I always?” I stroke her back and even though I’m spent, I love the way her outfit leaves her back bare. I run my fingers down her spine all the way to the small of her back. Damn. This thing has zero back. None. The seam goes almost all the way to the curve of her ass.

I’m still inside her and getting harder by the second.

She snickers. I smack her ass and she responds by wriggling, daring me to smack her again, making me hard as granite with the slightest squirm.

“Sassy girl,” I tell her.

“Yes,” she whispers. “But I’m your sassy girl.”

“You are,” I tell her, folding her in my arms. She is mine. All mine. From the first moment, I met Maggie I wanted her. To hold her, to kiss her, to fix every single thing for her. I never imagined along the way she might fix me. And I never thought I might have her in my bed, but now that I have her here, I won’t let her go. She’s mine. My sweet Maggie.

My sweet fix.