Twenty-Three

David

It had only been a few short days without Sutton, but it was a few days too many. She was sunshine on a cloudy day. And I was in shadow when she was absent.

I had been eager to leave work to see Sutton. And, if that wasn’t enough, Morgan had been acting so strange all day. When I’d tried to ask her about it, she’d clammed up entirely and disappeared. I had no idea what that was about, but I’d figure it out after my date with Sutton.

Julia was at Sutton’s and tasked with watching Jason for the night. “Have fun,” she said with a wink as I led Sutton out the door.

“Why is everyone acting so weird today?” I asked as I walked her to the car.

Sutton’s eyes rounded, and then she shrugged. “Uh…no idea.”

I eyed her skeptically but let it go. I was happy she was here. I mean…really, I wanted to skip dinner and take her straight back to my place. After we’d fucked all afternoon last week, I was ready to reenact that. But having her back was good enough. Especially with that smile on her face and that yellow sundress.

Vegas had made her giggly. It was as if she’d suddenly remembered what it had been like before all of her responsibilities. And she seemed lighter. A weight had lifted off her shoulders.

I’d made reservations at West Table for the night, and we got a table next to the window.

“I’m so glad to be home,” Sutton said, leaning her elbows on the table and looking up at me with hearts in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah? Was Vegas so bad?”

“No! It was wonderful. But I missed Jason so much. He was so lovey when I came home. I just want to bottle it up and save it for a rainy day.”

“I can’t imagine him any other way.”

“Oh,” she said with a snort. “He’s in his terrible twos, to be sure. But he’s still mine, and I love him. Even when he’s a shit.”

I laughed. “That makes sense.”

“Plus, I liked coming home to you,” she said with a grin.

“I can admit that I like you better here than in Las Vegas, probably flirting with a stripper or something.”

Sutton choked on the water that she’d been drinking. “I mean…flirting?”

“Oh God, you actually went to a strip club?”

“Shh,” she groaned. “I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

“Well, now, I want to know everything.”

“No way,” she said on a giggle. “But I can tell you that Heidi is pregnant.”

“She’s pregnant? Wow! Is she excited about that?”

“Yes, I guess she and Landon had started trying at the beginning of the summer. She didn’t expect it to happen this soon, but here we are. She only found out because she thought she was sick from a hangover, and it was morning sickness.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. Lots and lots of alcohol.” She shrugged, as if to say, Happens all the time. “Anyway, we’re having a party for them this weekend to celebrate.”

“You Wrights use any excuse to have a party, huh?”

“Of course. I mean, technically, you don’t even tell most people until you’re twelve weeks along, but special circumstances and all. So, we’ll party like it’s 1999.”

“How old were you in 1999?” I asked and laughed when she shrugged.

“Anyway, you should come. It’s not a shower or anything, just a party.”

“I’d love to be there with you.”

She beamed just as the waiter showed up. We ordered our dinner and drinks, and I spent the rest of the meal trying to wrangle more information about Vegas out of her. She never gave an inch, but it was fun to try. She’d had fun. She was in a good mood. That was all that mattered.

I paid the check and then did the thing I’d been wanting to do all night—brought her back to my place.

I’d never had her over to my house before. It was in a country club not that far from her house on the south side of town. I’d come from San Francisco where the house prices were astronomical. With the amount I’d paid for my place here, I could have bought a shoebox there…maybe. I’d gone a little overboard with the promise of a low cost of living.

Sutton’s sandals slapped against the hardwood interior as she entered through the front door. “I thought Jensen’s house was extravagant for just one person.”

“Yeah. It’s way too big for only me. But the amenities are worth it.”

She smiled. Her eyes latching on to the expensive artwork and carefully curated decorations. “I like it. It suits you. Did you have someone do the interior design?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well…most dudes don’t have this kind of eye.”

“Touché.”

I watched her wander around the open floor plan living room and take the whole place in. I wanted to walk over to her, clear off the dining room table, and have my way with her. I was aching for her. I had never felt this feverish about anyone. Ever.

It took every ounce of self-control not to move faster. We’d gone so slow up until last week. I had never been a patient man when it came to anyone or anything other than Sutton. It was a new experience. I relished getting to know her in bits and pieces and putting her together like a puzzle. But I wanted to explore her body. And I didn’t want to go slow.

Except I needed to.

I owed it to her to talk first.

I took a deep breath.

“Hey, come sit down with me,” I said, gesturing to the couch.

She moseyed back over and sat down. Her legs were jittery, and she eyed my lips once and then twice. She clearly had the same thing on her mind.

“I need to tell you something.”

She blushed and looked at her hands. “I kind of need to tell you something, too.”

I stalled on the words that were on the tip of my tongue. The words I didn’t want to say but needed to get out. “You go first.”

“You sure?”

No.

“Yes.”

“All right.” Sutton took a deep breath. When she glanced back up at me, her cheeks were pink, and she looked embarrassed by whatever she was going to tell me.

“Everything okay?”

“Well, yes.” Then, she paused before repeating herself, “Yes. Everything is fine, except that I do have to tell you one thing about Vegas.”

“Oh, really?” I asked.

A knot formed in the pit of my stomach. It was Vegas. Who knew what could have happened?

“Yeah. I know I’ve been tight-lipped about it, but that’s because it was Emery’s party. It’s kind of special, and we wanted to keep it that way.” She chewed on her lip. “But I kind of…well…I kind of told everyone that we had sex.”

A laugh burst out of my mouth. Of all the things I’d been possibly worried about, that hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“You did, what?”

“I know; I know. I mean, it’s not like it’s a secret, but I kind of shouted it in front of everyone. And then I told everyone what happened—apparently in vivid detail.”

“How vivid?” I asked, trying to stay serious but a smile remaining on my mouth nonetheless.

“Very. And…that includes Morgan.” She winced. “Like, I think I got really in-depth with Morgan.”

“Oh. Well, that explains that.”

“What?”

“Morgan was being super weird today. She was avoiding me, and when I tried to talk to her, she basically ran in the other direction.”

“Yeah,” Sutton said with a shrug. “I went in-depth with the length and breadth of your dick. She’s probably trying not to visualize.”

I snorted. “Oh, that’s too good. No wonder she’s freaking out.”

“To be fair, I was really wasted and don’t remember the conversation at all.”

“It’s fine. I think the more important thing is…that you wanted to describe it,” I said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. “Do you want to start over and pretend to be drunk? I’d be happy to listen to you describe exactly what I did to you in vivid detail.”

She scooted across the couch and hiked her leg up and over mine until she was straddling me. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad? Definitely no.”

“Well…good. I was worried.”

“You never have to worry about that. Talk to your girlfriends about your sex life. As long as it’s with me, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh, good. Then, maybe I can tell you what I’d like to do to you right now.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I’m all ears.”

She slid down my lap until she was on her knees between my legs. Her delicate hands moved to my waist and carefully unbuttoned my slacks and dragged the zipper down to the base.

“First, I think I’ll have that taste I wanted last week,” she said like a little vixen.

I was loving this side of her.

“And second?”

She reached into my boxers and wrapped her hand around my dick. My eyes closed, and I tilted my head back to stifle a groan.

“Oh…you’ll find out.”

I slipped my pants off and dropped them onto the floor. She licked her lips at the sight of me, and my dick lengthened further in her hand. Fuck. This woman. I was a goner. A total goner.

That first day I’d seen her, I had known she was the one. Even before I knew a single thing about her. She’d looked at me, and I’d been lost. When I’d found out she was a Wright, I had known it would be impossible. Then, married and with a kid. She was completely unreachable. Even worse when Maverick had collapsed. I had gone from a moment in the sun to knowing full well that Sutton Wright would never be mine.

Now, here we were. And it all felt too good to be true.

But I wasn’t going to tempt fate.

She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, and fuck, the entire world was right. Her tongue licked up the shaft until I was slick. It took her a second to work up a rhythm, but once she got into it, it was just like riding a bike apparently. She bobbed up and down, taking me down all the way to the base and then sucking slowly back up. She swirled the head around in her mouth and stroked me up and down. With a tentative grip, she reached for my balls and massaged them in her hand.

My back bucked off the couch. She felt so fucking amazing. I was half-tempted to thrust up into her mouth and take back control. I was teetering on the edge and wanted to take her right there. But she was so fucking enthusiastic on my dick. I wasn’t about to change a damn thing she was doing to bring me pleasure. Not when she seemed so happy about it. Not when I was so close to coming and wanted nothing more than to bury my dick inside her to finish.

But, no, she wanted to finish me.

I tapped her head and groaned. “Close.”

I didn’t want her to think she had to finish, but oh no, that only egged her on. She moved up and down on me until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shot straight up into her mouth, and my vision blurred as my orgasm erupted out of me.

Sutton sat back on her heels and swallowed. It was a beautiful sight.

“Damn, I’ve been wanting to do that,” she said.

“Anytime. Any. Time.”

She laughed at my response. I stripped out of my shirt. She tossed her sundress to the side as I directed her into the master bedroom. I had a giant California king bed in the middle of the room. She crawled naked across the cream-patterned duvet with her pert ass in the air.

I grabbed that perfect ass in my hands and yanked her back to the end of the bed. She giggled as she skidded backward. I gingerly flipped her over onto her back, and those beautiful blue eyes looked back up at me with desire.

“Second…I want you inside me,” she said breathily. “Right now.”

I rolled a condom on and crawled onto the bed before her. She spread her legs and then wrapped them around my waist, tugging me closer. I leaned forward on my elbows and captured her lips. She moaned into my mouth as I pressed the head of my cock against her opening.

“Oh fuck,” she said.

“You’re so wet.”

“Blow jobs get me hot.”

“You might be perfect.”

She laughed and kissed me again. I thrust into her body until I was fully sheathed inside her. She was wet and warm and tight. God, so tight. She locked her legs behind my body, and then we picked up a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. In and out, back and forth. Slap, slap, slap. It was easy and effortless, and I couldn’t believe how fucking incredible she felt. Nothing in this world could ever feel like Sutton right now.

Her breathing turned into pants, and then suddenly, her body locked up, squeezing me as tight as possible. She cried out as she came and sent me straight over the edge. I collapsed forward over her, every drop of me spent.

“Don’t ever go away again,” I said, kissing her shoulder.

“Never,” she agreed. She tilted her head back and sighed softly. “So…uh…what were you going to tell me?”

I placed another kiss on her throat. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. This is all that matters.”