I was content just staring and hearing her soft breaths, but I’m not known for my patience. She needs to deal faster with the fact that we’re married, and this is her life now.
I want her in my arms at night.
I want her smiling at me.
I want her touching me while she shares all her secrets.
I want to strip her naked and feast on her body.
I want to sink deep into her and devour every moan as I make her come.
I start to harden and adjust my cock while shaking my head, thinking about work to get rid of it.
Fuck. I forgot to tell Remo!
Letting out a sigh, I bring up my brother’s number and press dial, listening as it rings.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asks.
“I’m not coming in for the rest of the week. Little Ricky will go to the shipping yard, so I need you to take care of the club.”
“Okay. Are you finally taking some time off to rest?”
“No, I got married yesterday.”
“Say what now?”
“I got married.” I hear Laurie's footsteps as she comes down the stairs. “Ma will arrange a barbecue for this weekend. You’ll get to meet my wife then.”
Remo is quiet for a moment. “Why the fuck am I only hearing about it now?”
“It was a forced marriage. Happened kind of fast.”
Remo lets out a bark of laughter.
“Kind of fast,” Laurie snorts. “You can say that again.”
The corner of my mouth lifts, and getting up from the couch, I follow her into the kitchen while saying, “Anyway, take care of the club.”
“Okay. See you this weekend.”
I end the call and sit down at the island, staring at my butterfly while she makes herself coffee.
“Wow, I can feel your eyes burning into the back of my head.”
“Sue me,” I mutter, before reminding her, “You’re mine to look at as much as I want.”
She glances over her shoulder. “Would you like some coffee?”
I shake my head. “I’m good. Thanks.”
Once Laurie is done and takes a sip of her coffee, she asks, “So what happens now?”
“You come sit your sexy ass down here by me.”
I wait for her to take a seat, then grab hold of the stool and turn it so she’ll face me. Only when I have her right in front of me, her knees between my thighs, do I say, “We’re going to ask questions so we can learn more about each other.
“Are you always this intense?” she fires the first shot.