chapter TWENTY-EIGHT

Nix

The elegance and opulence of the Ritz-Carlton do nothing to distract me.

I’ve been in the bathroom for what feels like forever, scared out of my mind. I’ve been with a lot of women. A lot. Yet I feel so unsure of myself, so unsteady on my feet. What I know with a hundred percent certainty is, my dick is rock hard. He’s excited and raring to go, unlike its master.

Grace is a woman with two breasts I can lick with my tongue, suck with my lips, and fucking bite with my teeth. I grin, thinking of her most sensitive part that I love a lot. That part of the woman’s body I know too well. I like it wet, wanting me, squeezing every inch of me. She has what every woman I’ve fucked through the years has.

But she owns one thing they don’t and never have.

My heart.

I take a step toward the door, only to stop because my heart is beating off the charts. I look down, seeing the painful state of my cock. I could very well suffer from irreversible nerve damage if I don’t get relief soon. Just when I am about to jump in the shower to save my cock from exploding, three raps on the door stop me.

“Are you okay?” Hearing my wife’s voice only amplifies my nervousness.

“Yes.” I wince at my abrupt answer, knowing full well she will catch the uncertainty in my tone.

I’ve always been a confident man. It comes with the territory of what I do for a living. That is, until Grace Carmichael walked into my life.

“Nix, what’s wrong?”

I stride toward the door with my hand on my frustrated dick. “There’s nothing wrong.”

Grace tries to open the door, followed by an audible groan. “Then, why is the door locked?”

I allow a few seconds to pass before opening my mouth.

But she beats me to it. “I know that you’re used to women who know what they’re doing in bed. Maybe I could, you know, do some more—”

“Grace,” I interrupt with my hand on the knob and my other hand calming my raging dick.

“No, Nix, let me finish. Honesty, remember?”

I look up to the heavens—or the ceiling in my case—out of sheer frustration. “All right, go on.”

“I’m saying, maybe I could do some more research, like—”

“Research?” I glare at the door. “What the actual F does she mean?” I mutter under my breath.

“Well, you know, maybe read a book about sexy things or perhaps watch…”

That does it. I lose my mind and open the door. I storm out of the bathroom, panting like a caged animal. My eyes zero in on hers. She is standing, breathless, by the foot of the bed. Her satin pink robe matches the rosy tint on her cheeks. The expectant sparkle in her eyes pairs perfectly with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Either she ran from the door to the bed or she’s as excited as I am.

I widen my stance to give relief to my extremely achy balls. “Do you see how hard my cock is?”

Grace’s eyes drop and widen in shock. “Yes!” she almost screams the answer.

That’s right, baby…be very afraid.

“It’s aching for you.”

“It’s aching?” she questions with her eyes glued on my dick. The tone in her voice is fearful, as if I need medication to ease the pain.

It only needs your pussy, honey. Maybe your mouth in the future.

“It needs to be inside you.”

“Inside me?” Her eyes grow bigger. This time, her tone climbs a few decibels higher. Absent is the fearful tone, replaced by uncertainty.

Oh, honey, we’ll find a way to make it fit.

“Yes, my dear wife, inside you. There’s no book to read. Definitely no movies to watch. But I need you to be ready for me. I need you to need me as much as I need you.” My eyes soften when, finally, her eyes land on mine. “Are you still doubting how much I need you?”

Her eyes drop again, and I smirk in delight. My dick twitches in agreement as well.

“I never…” Her eyes fly upward, catching mine. “I never doubted it. I just want it to be special for you, too. I want you—no, I need you to remember it like I will because you’re my first.” Relief washes over her face after her confession while my heart soars from hearing it.

I take a step and another until only air separates us. “This is my first with someone I love. If I am your first, you, Grace Elizabeth Hayes, will always be my last. I end with you…always.”

I smile, and she returns it.

“Can you…give me a moment?”

I expect her to blush in shyness or to look away with uncertainty plaguing her heart. But what I don’t expect is the shift in her brilliant greens. It is something I have never seen. Ever.

I give her a nod and walk back inside the bathroom. A few seconds pass, which quickly turn into minutes and a few more until my heart cannot hold my intense desire any longer. Just when I am about to kick the door open, I hear the soft strumming of a guitar. A melody so unfamiliar to me fills the air, but when the angelic voice reaches my ears, I know who owns it.

Eager to see her, I abruptly open the door and almost drop dead on the floor, seeing the sight before me. Naked on the bed is my wife with only a stupid weathered guitar hiding her most precious parts. The rock I placed on her finger hours ago sparkles as she strums the delicate strings.

Gone is the shy, full-of-inhibitions woman I met many months ago. Before me is a woman full of confidence in her innocence as she sings.

As I listen to the words, my heart speeds up. My desire for the only woman who holds my heart revs up even faster. Stronger. Every innocent touch, each shy smile, every awkward gesture we have shared from the very beginning flashes in my mind.

I feel the ache in her voice so strongly, my steps quicken, until I am standing by the foot of the bed. I can clearly see the valley of her breasts, but the harsh contrast of her porcelain skin against the weathered guitar makes my mouth eager to taste her. My hungry eyes slowly glide across every inch of her exposed skin until they meet her light greens.

My breath hitches with the power of her gaze. But it’s the burning desire in them that spurs me to move. Gently, I climb on the bed, move the guitar, and let it slide along the edge of the bed.

My wife…my saving grace is completely exposed to me.

I can sense her eagerness.

I can feel her willingness.

Her clamped lips contradict the desire in her eyes. Her naked beauty leaves me speechless and my cock at full attention.