Chapter 6 – The Beast

Roast Beast Dressing

1/2 cup mayonnaise (if you live in the American South…Duke’s)
1 Tablespoon Extra Virgin olive oil
1 clove of crushed garlic
1 Tablespoon finely chopped chives
5 drops Worcester sauce
Salt and pepper to taste

Thoroughly mix all ingredients in a bowl and spread liberally on both sides of the bread (or his buns as Samuel said…remember he likes his spread thick). This dressing will turn leftover roast beef into something special for your man’s lunch. Don’t forget to use Jill’s dessert recipe for afterward, though.

Daniel pounded the bag like demons from the fires of hell. His body needed to release the frustrations and doubts that his mind refused to admit. The past four days had been fucking amazing. After his little fight with Samuel on Monday and his surprising afternoon romp in bed with his wife, that word still stuck in his throat sometimes, all should be right with the world. Except…

“Give the damned thing a break, man. What has it ever done to you?” asked the voice of his conscience and friend.

Daniel stepped back from pounding the leather surface of the punching bag. Walking to the side of the gym, he picked up his towel and wiped the sweat from his brow.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Gees, man, is that all you and that witch you married ever do? Talk about us and our lives?” Daniel lifted the bottle of water and downed most of it in a single gulp. If only he could quench other thirsts as quickly. But even after four days of the most spectacular sex of his life, he still could not let it go.

“I keep telling you, she’s a white witch,” Samuel smiled as he wiped his forehead. “And she doesn’t mean any harm, man.”

Daniel sighed, “Is nothing sacred with that woman?”

Samuel laughed, “Not much, buddy. And we just want to help. Be there for you both.”

Daniel shook his head at his friend’s latest offer.

“Is it what we talked about the other day? I mean, it’s going to take some time and patience.”

Daniel laughed this time. “Not as much as you think, old man.”

Samuel arched his brow and waited as they picked up their gym bags and headed out the door. Daniel toyed with things in his mind as they crossed the parking lot. True enough, Samuel and Simone had been his friends for almost fifteen years. They were among the few people who knew the dirty details of his first marriage. Simone more, even, than his best friend. Somehow this felt different. Raw.

But the truth was, if not for his conversation with Samuel on Monday, he might still be cooling his heels and stewing in his insecurities instead of enjoying his wife’s charms. Well, most of the time, anyway. “Things are good. I mean really good. Really,” he said in a low voice.

Samuel wrinkled his forehead, “Then I’d hate to see that poor dead cow if they weren’t.”

“No, I mean the sex is great. More than great.”

Samuel smiled, “For the rest of us, too. Thanks for the short days. But what’s the problem?”

Daniel leaned against his Explorer. “She’s still sleeping in the nursery with Britney and Ashley,” he almost whispered. Daniel just shook his head at the chuckle from his friend. “You have an awful sense of humor, my friend. Unless you’re looking to replace that bag, I’d recommend you stop laughing.”

His friend rubbed the side of his head and smiled. “No, thanks. I’m still having headaches from the other day.”

Daniel shook his head as he opened the back door and threw his bag onto the floorboard.

“Have you tried talking to her about it? Asking her.”

Daniel slammed the car door. “Fuck, man, you don’t invite your wife to sleep in your bed.”

“Maybe,” A knowing grin cut across Samuel’s face.  “But then again, most marriages aren’t arranged, sight unseen, on the internet by meddling friends and mothers either.”

Daniel fought the urge to knock that smile from his friend’s face. But he grudgingly acknowledged that what he said made sense. “I’m getting tired of asking this fucking question, but now what, smartass?”

“Find a delicate way to bring the subject up with the missus. I don’t know. Maybe ask how the babies are sleeping. See if perhaps she is worried about them. Hell, Jess has been begging and pleading for her own room so damned long. Why don’t we all paint the basement for the kid? You could use the excuse that she needs the bed for her new room, maybe?”

Daniel frowned in thought. Samuel did have a point. Jess had been asking him to do just that for over two years. She hated pink and Barbie dolls almost as much as she disliked having to share space with her younger sister. It had been another of Rachel’s little points about why he should quit the Navy and go to work for the Dodds. So, they could afford a bigger house and give all the girls their own rooms.

“How about you bring the truck and meet me at the bus stop then? We can take the girls and make a quick run to the hardware store for drywall and some paint before dinner. Get started first thing tomorrow.”

“Sure, you don’t want to head there now?” Samuel teased.

“Hell, no. You ain’t the only one whose sexy wife is waiting at home for a nooner.”

Samuel slapped him on the back. “That’s the way to think, my friend. See you after a bit of… Skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight,” his deep baritone attempted a falsetto. The two parted laughing, smiling, and humming the old hit.

Jill had just set the bowls of diced ham, cheese, carrots, and Cheerios in front of Brit and Ash when the doorbell rang. Leaving the girls securely fastened in their highchairs, she turned towards the living room and the front door. Singing out, “I’m coming.”

When she opened the door, she was expecting to find Simone, Trisha, or one of the other wives. Instead, a tall and stocky blond man filled the doorway. She was not sure what it was, but something about the man threw her, made her decidedly uncomfortable. Her arms spread between the door; her body blocked his view of the house beyond. “Yes, may I help you?”

The man held out his hand, “I’m sorry. I forgot we didn’t meet at your wedding reception. You were holed up inside with Simone, I think.” The man smiled, but it only sent a shiver down her spine. Something about it was anything but genuine. “I’m Clay. Clay Dodd. I was in your husband’s unit a few years back.”

Jill relaxed her stance a bit. She tried to quiet the irrational voices in her mind. If this man served under Daniel, then he must be all right. Right? But somehow, the sentiment did not translate from her logical brain to the knots in her gut that screamed for her to beware.

“Mister Dodd, I’m afraid Daniel isn’t in right now, but we expect him shortly,” she replied stiffly.

“Mind if I wait inside?”

Jill was sure that smile usually got the man whatever he wanted, but it did nothing to quiet that voice inside her. She wanted to scream, ‘yes, yes, I mind.’ But without some logical reason, she could not afford to be rude to one of Daniel’s men. Things had been going so well for them this week. Well, almost anyway. “I suppose it will be fine. I was just feeding the little ones.”

“I don’t mind. I haven’t seen my girls in a long time until the other night,” he gave her another of those smiles that failed to move her the way it might other women.

She stepped back to allow the man entry. A shiver ran down her spine as he brushed a little too close against her; that smile broadened. Jill closed the door and turned towards the kitchen. “I need to check on the girls. Have a seat in here. I’m sure Daniel won’t be long,” she knew she was stammering, but there was little she could do to control this irrational reaction to the man.

“If it’s okay, I’d like to hang out with you and the twins in the kitchen. As I said, I haven’t seen much of my girls since…” his words hung in the air. “Rachel was a dear friend, and I was quite fond of the little angels before…Well, before their mother’s untimely death.”

Jill nodded. The man’s affection for the toddlers was another reason that should have soothed some of her concerns, but for some reason, it did not.

Walking into the kitchen, she smiled at the mess about her. Britney and Ashley had managed, in only the couple of moments that she was gone, to throw as much of their food on the floor, as they had eaten. Maybe even more. Jill knew that playing with their food was as important at this age as eating it. Picking up the little pieces allowed them to develop their fine motor and hand-eye coordination. So after four boys, she did not mind the mess.

The man was another matter as he obviously looked around the small kitchen. “They have grown so much. I remember when Rachel was pregnant with them. She always complained about how active they were. Their kicking kept her up half the night.”

Jill tried to focus, gain whatever information she could about her mysterious predecessor. But she could not seem to fight off this feeling. It was one that she had felt only twice before. She hoped with all her heart that this did not end as badly as those other times.

“You said you were friends with Rachel?” she probed as she grabbed a dishcloth from the kitchen sink. She began to clean Britney’s hand as she snuck a quick glance at the clock on the wall. She just hoped like hell that Daniel would be back early as he had all of this past week. If he tarried the way that he had before… Well, it simply did not bear thinking about.

That smile was back again. It reminded Jill of another man’s, the tiny hairs on her arms stood on end once more.

“Yes,” he boasted. “Our fathers run in the same business circles in New York and Washington. Although we had never met until I joined Daniel’s team, we shared many of the same friends.”

Jill nodded as Simone’s words came back to here. She began to connect the dots in her mind, which perhaps explained her unease with the man. But what could she do now? She focused on washing Britney’s hands and face. Removing the soiled bib, she turned her efforts to Ashley. The man came to stand right behind her, once again brushing against her until she moved away.

“It was refreshing having someone more…” He bent to pick up Britney as Jill fought back the desire to push him away from her charge. “Someone more worldly in these godforsaken backwaters.”

Jill frowned at his words. “I don’t understand, Mister Dodd. If you don’t like this place and no longer serve under Daniel, why would you stay?”

“Unfinished business,” the way he said it made Jill’s blood freeze, and her heart skip several beats. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to grab the girls, run, and hide. Jill willed herself to breathe through the fear.

Her mind kicked into the cognitive behavioral therapy that she had undergone after. After the other. It was just fear. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Her body was responding with the irrational fight or flight syndrome.

Jill chose to fight. She picked Ashley up and reached out for Britney. The man brushed his hand against the side of her breast in the exchange. She immediately recoiled at his touch.

“Sorry,” he mumbled with that snake oil smile.

Jill ignored his comment. “I don’t know what is keeping Daniel. He has been getting home earlier this week.”

“Oh yes, the boys preparing for a deployment. Making sure the little ladies on the home front have something to think about while they’re gone. Tide them over.”

If she had been uncomfortable before, the man’s brazen words made her more so. Her cheeks flushed scarlet. Perhaps she was just over-reacting. This was America. Possibly her years of British reserve had just tainted her views of polite conversation.

“Rachel always hated these times,” he purred.

The fact that this man knew something so intimate about Daniel’s first wife sent the alarm bells clanging even louder in her head. “I can imagine. It is never easy knowing what is ahead. The uncertainty that the people you love face. The danger. I’m sure she would be very concerned for her husband.”

His laughter at her words reminded Jill of the villain in some bad nineteen-fifties horror movie. “Oh, that was not what worried the Ice Princess. She could not care less about what happened over there. It was her wifely duties before she hated.”

The man stared at her. His gaze traveled over her curves. For the first time, Jill felt exposed in the long sundress. She was aware of the way its halter top hugged and lifted her full breasts. And when the man’s gaze lingered there, she wished she had chosen something else. Something that had a bra with it for sure. But she had not dressed for uninvited company. She had dressed for him. Her husband.

“I bet that isn’t a problem for you,” he winked. “Heard that you heated up that damned tradition.” He took a step closer to her, and Jill tightened her grip on the babies drawing them from where they rested on her hip closer to her heart. Offering her a bit of protection from his bold stares at her cleavage. “Just remember, if you get lonesome while the ‘hero’ is away, I’m always around.”

If Jill’s hands had not been filled with the babies, she might have well slapped his arrogant face. But as it was, she simply made her excuses. “Yes, well, it is time for the babies to get their afternoon nap. I don’t know what is keeping Daniel, but I’ll let him know you stopped by.” Her head tilted towards the door, “Let me see you out.”

The man chuckled. “Maybe I was wrong. Another Ice Princess. Poor commander.”

Jill moved towards the door with both girls in her arms and was thankful to run into the broad chest of her husband. For a moment, it felt as if she could breathe again. Until she saw the hard, cold expression on his face.

“Dodd,” he said, just the single word.

“Hello, commander. I just thought I would stop by for a bit. Meet your new wife properly. I did not get the chance to stick around the reception you remember,” the men held one another’s stares as the tensions increased. Looking at Jill, he continued. “I have to say she is not what I expected. Nothing like Rachel.”

Jill blushed at his words, a vicious reminder of other’s words. She was thankful when Daniel stepped forward and took Britney from her arms, draping his other arm about her shoulder.

“Yes, well, it’s time for the girls’ nap. So, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut this visit short, buddy,” Jill could hear the chill in her husband’s voice at that last word.

“Well, there is one more thing, actually. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that my father’s offer still stands. In fact, I could probably get him to add another ten grand or so,” he smiled at Jill once more. “A wedding present, of sorts.”

“The answer is still no.”

“Come on, man. At least say you’ll think about it. I know that the Navy isn’t paying you peanuts, but our offer is almost triple what you make now. I’m sure that the new wife wouldn’t mind a nice diamond wedding ring or a new car. You got to treat’em right to keep’em.”

It was Jill that stepped forward this time. ” Mister Dodd, I support my husband’s decision one-hundred percent. This world needs more honorable men like him and his team. I would think that you of all people would understand that.”

The man shook his head, “Honor does not pay the bills or provide those girls with the best private education available,” he reached out to tweak Ashley’s nose. The baby screamed immediately.

“My daughters, my family, is none of your concern, Dodd,” Jill felt Daniel’s arm tighten about her shoulders as he spoke.

“Do you think Rachel would see it that way? You’ve virtually kicked her family out of their lives. Heather says you still have not said a word to them about your new marriage. And now you want to kick Rachel’s only real friend around here out, too. What you got to hide, my friend?”

Jill watched the muscles flex in Daniel’s jaw. She could feel the pent up energy course through him. She slipped her free arm about his waist to offer what measly comfort she might.

“Trust me, buddy. Whatever I have to hide is nothing compared to some people. Excuse me if I don’t feel the need to share the intimate details of my life with the woman that tried to take my daughters from me.”

Turning to Jill, he handed Britney back to her. He brushed a kiss across his daughters’ foreheads and a brief one across her lips. “You go ahead and put the girls down for their nap, sweetheart. I’ll see Mister Dodd out.”

Jill thought about protesting. She wondered exactly how her husband would see the man out. She smiled at the image of his boot to the man’s ass. Not that their guest did not deserve it.

As if sensing her concerns, he swatted her bottom and smiled. “Go ahead. This will be quick.”

“I’m sure it will be, Commander,” the other man added snidely.

Jill saw the stares exchanged between the men and decided that a hasty retreat might be a good idea. The babies did not need to see or hear what was about to transpire. And honestly, she did not want to be around for these fireworks either.

Daniel watched the sway of his wife’s backside beneath the thin knit material. She shushed and shooed the babies as she walked. When she finally disappeared down the hall, he turned his attention to Dodd, only to find the man still staring after his wife’s ass with a big grin on his face. It was not what he needed at that moment. “Stay the fuck away from my wife and kids, Dodd,” he growled through gritted teeth.

Dodd just shrugged, “As I said, I just stopped by to let you know that our offer still stands and to check up on things for Heather.”

Daniel moved towards him then, standing inches from his face, “I mean it. My personal life is none of the Thomas’s business. So, don’t think you can come around here when I’m not around, checking up on things for them or any other god damned reason.”

“Hey, buddy, the little lady let me in the front door, the same as Rachel always did. So, if you have a problem, maybe it is with your wives, not me.”

“Jill is not Rachel. And I mean it, stay the fuck away. Or I,” he paused.

“Or you’ll what? Do you and Samuel think it matters shit to me what you say now? You think my daddy will fire me over something that little cunt says. It was never anything more than her word against mine anyway.” Clay met his gaze squarely. “Not after you two arranged her little transfer back here, so she could take care of her little problem.”

Daniel kept his expression neutral; it was something he was trained to do with the enemy. And he suddenly realized that was precisely what Clay Dodd was. The enemy and a perilous one at that.

“Oh, that’s right, I know. I know all about how she killed my kid. And I hold the two of you responsible for it. How would you feel if something happened to yours?”

Turning to look down the hall once more, Dodd added, “Or maybe that new wifey of yours? You might care a bit more than when poor old long-suffering Rachel offed herself? It wasn’t like you ever really loved her anyway. But this one? This one is different. She’s gotten under your skin. Not the cool, calculating bastard so easily with her.”

Dodd shoved past him, “You just remember, commander, payback is a bitch. You took what was mine…my kid, my flesh and blood. And I haven’t forgotten it.” Opening the front door, he turned, “So, is this one a better fuck than the Ice Princess? Does she do more than just lay there like you’re doing nothing more than push-ups to an orgasm? She sure is better at taking care of those cute little babies of ours, isn’t she?”

He smiled and saluted, “I’ll see myself out, commander. Don’t let me ruin your little fun before those other two brats of yours get home.” He said as he pulled the door closed behind him.

Daniel stood in the living room, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. They itched to hit something and not the damned punching bag either. When he had seen the red Ferrari parked in front of the house, he knew things were not going to be good. Clay Dodd always was trouble, and today was no different.

It was not that anything he said was all that surprising. He had long suspected that Rachel was involved with another man. At least those last couple of years for sure. It made sense too that it would even be someone like Dodd. His casual taunts just confirmed things. But what bothered Daniel most was the man’s tone when he talked about owing him and Samuel. It sent warning bells clanging. The need to protect what was his drove Daniel.

A soft smile touched his lips. The image of his wife, stepping up to defend his choices to the man, soothed his soul like cool water in the desert. Oh, Jill was most definitely not Rachel. But then again, he knew that from the beginning. He had a feeling he was just scratching the surface of his wife’s depths.

Looking at the package wrapped in pink paper and ribbons that he had cast on the couch as he raced through it to the voices he heard in the kitchen, Clay’s parting words rang in his head. Was he going to let the man’s accusations ruin the rest of this day? Or was he going to clear some things up with his wife?

He picked up the package and tossed it in the air. “The man was right about one thing, buddy.” He caught the box and headed down the hall towards the nursery.

Britney and Ashley were fussier than usual. It always amazed Jill how sensitive small people were to their environment. The girls had felt the tensions between the big people. So, it had taken a touch more love and attention to reassure them that all was right in their world this day. Britney was just falling asleep to the soft sound of her horrible singing when she felt his strong arms about her waist. “You are too damned good at sneaking around, commander.”

He chuckled against the pounding pulse in her neck. His tongue headed for the fading green and yellow mark where it met her shoulders. “Part of the job.”

“Oh, no, I think that it is more part of the man that makes him right for that job than the other way around.” She turned in his embrace to face him, her arms wrapped about his neck. She stared at the floor as she spoke again, “I’m sorry. Something told me I shouldn’t let that man in. But he said he was one of yours, and I didn’t want to be rude.”

Daniel placed his fingers under her chin and forced her to look into those ocean depths, “It wasn’t your fault. You had no way of knowing.” He brushed a brief kiss across her lips. Jill was glad that he did not take it further. She knew exactly how quickly the fires could ignite between them.

She nodded her head as she took his hand and led him from the nursery. She paused in the hallway. Uncertainty still taunted her mind. Her role in his life was the one area that remained a question mark in her mind. The closed door to his bedroom was a reminder of that.

“How about I make you something to eat?” she tried for casual this day. She turned and walked down the hall towards the kitchen before he could even respond. At the moment, she wanted nothing but solitude. The man’s words echoed like a prosecutor’s accusations. ‘Nothing like Rachel.’ His meaning was clear enough. A petite blond beauty she was not.

She did not even look back to see if Daniel followed her as she pulled things from the refrigerator. She fought back the tears again as she began to assemble sandwiches on the countertop. She would fix him something to eat and then make an excuse about a headache or something. Escape to lick her freshly opened wounds alone while the babies napped. If she were lucky, by the time they woke up, she would have her insecurities back under control.

The pink package that appeared next to her was her first warning of his presence. She jumped, startled from what she knew logically was another of her pity parties. “I told you, you have to stop doing that to me. Sneaking up on me like that.”

His hands ran up and down her bare arms sending sparks of desire coiling through her body. Her nipples strained against the tight material of the halter top. Wet, heat flooded her groin like a tropical storm dumping its power on the shore.

Her mind was as turbulent as that storm, but then again, his touch always did that to her. It brought her body relief like the rain from that storm, but its powerful winds blew through her mind making her wish for things that would never be. Making her crave more than just this man’s body. Making her want his heart just as he already held hers.

But Clay Dodd’s words today were a clear reminder of how futile those girlish dreams would be. It was not so bad. She loved the girls. She had real friends that she had missed for years. Hell, she even had his magnificent body just about any time she wanted. So, why the fuck was it not enough?

Staring out the kitchen window, those tears threatened to spill over again. “Let me finish your sandwich. I have a bit of a headache, so I thought I’d lay down while Brit and Ash napped.”

She felt him stiffen behind her at the words. “Oh, alright,” he dropped his hands from her arms and walked over to the table, taking a seat while she finished.

Her body screamed at her in protest, begged her to follow him. But she forced herself to finish her task in the hollow silence. She smiled weakly as she set the plate in front of him. “How was your day?” the words seemed forced as they echoed around the room.

He shrugged, “Alright,” was his only response as he bit into the food.

Jill went back to the sink, despite her earlier words about lying down, after the past few days, she could not seem to make herself leave, to abandon all hope of another chance to hold and be held by him. Instead, she made herself busy in the silence.

She washed what few dishes the girls had made with their lunch. She cleaned up the messy high chairs and around them. Around him was the truth, as she fought back the urge just to brush against him. Craving any type of contact like a kitten meowing for its mother. When she returned and began to wipe down the countertops, she noticed the box again. “What’s this?”

He shrugged, “Nothing much. Just a little present, I picked up for you, but it doesn’t matter now.”

Her fingers caressed the ribbon. “Can I open it? Or do you want me to save it for later?”

“Whatever,” he replied as he finished the food and brought his plate to the sink.

Jill’s heart tried very hard not to leap at the thought he had gone to the trouble of buying her a gift. It seemed futile as her fingers ripped the bow and paper from the box, but when she saw the present inside, it immediately fell.

“Baby monitors?”

“It was a bad idea, I suppose. I just thought you might worry less about Britney and Ashley if we had those. I don’t know, maybe…” he trailed off as he washed up the plate and put it in the rack to dry.

“Maybe what?” Jill was confused.

He turned to face her, “I don’t know, maybe move your ass into my bed to sleep like a ‘real’ wife as you said at the reception.”

It was not precisely the way that she hoped to begin this particular conversation, but she had to admit that it was the subject that had been bothering her most of the week. She tried to be light as she teased, “Is this your way of asking, commander?”

Daniel stepped forward and took her hand in his; he lifted them to those soft pink lips that felt so perfect against hers. “Even if you don’t count the obvious one I made that night in the laundry room, this was the only one you should have needed, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to the gold band that twinkled in the sunlight.

His eyes held her gaze for a moment as her heart raced once more from his touch. “So, what’s your answer, Missus Monroe? You want to put the question of how ‘real’ this marriage is to bed and move into the one that you belong in?”

Relief washed over her. Jill sighed as she nodded her head. “Yes, please,” she reached up and wrapped her arms about his broad shoulders. She drew him closer until his lips were just a fraction of an inch from hers, “Sorry, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me there.”

The power of his kiss did more to answer her question than the gift or his words had. His lips captured and overpowered hers as he pushed her back against the cabinets. She was trembling by the time he pulled back slightly.

“I think this may be my favorite of those god damned dresses you wear that hides everything and reveal even more.” His hands made quick work of the tie at the back of her neck. They brushed the triangles of material back to reveal her breasts. His thumbs brushed back and forth across their peaks as he squeezed and lifted them.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the morning I asked you to marry me. I wasn’t sure if I should kiss Britney or smack her little hand when she splashed water all over it,” he smiled. “So, are we clear, Missus Monroe? Clear about where my wife should sleep? Clear about this too?”

His hand reached up and took her right hand from where it rested on his shoulders. He drew it to the front of his jeans.  Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears that she could barely hear his next words as her fingers toyed and danced across the hard ridge there. “I thought the past four days would make it crystal clear to you just how real our marriage is.”

She nodded her head as she fumbled with the button at his waist. It was not giving as quickly as she wanted, needed. She fell to the floor on her knees, tugging more firmly at it until she felt it spring free. The zipper was easier to manage as she pushed the rough material back and down his thighs. She made sure that the softer cotton of his boxers went with it until she had what she wanted.

His hard cock in her hands. She toyed with it, running her hands up and down its hard length as she moved her head closer. She smiled up at him as she ran its softness across her cheeks and face. Taking her time to enjoy the feel of its steely heat against her skin.

It was only when her husband growled and began thrusting against her that she finally gave in to his pleas, suckling softly upon the tip, running her tongue back and forth against the hard ridge. She flicked her tongue along the soft, sensitive underside. She felt him tremble in her hands and drew its length deeper into her mouth. Her hands matched the tempo, pulling him deeper, taking more of him into her mouth, her heart, her very soul.

She wallowed in the feminine power she felt as she knelt on the cold, hard floor. His moans, the white knuckles she could see gripping the countertop out of the corners of her eyes, the faster and more erratic pace as his hips thrust against her face. They all pushed back the doubts that had consumed her earlier. In his arms, she found the confidence and power that she had once known as a woman. She wanted to show him just how much this all meant to her. How much he meant to her.

She hummed softly in her throat as her fingers moved lower still, brushing over the rougher surface of his balls, rolling and tugging gently as she continued sucking his hard cock.

“Fuck,” he spat as he trembled in her palms. His hips moved faster, feeding her more of his cock until it hit the back of her throat. She swallowed hard and tried to breathe through her nose but her hands and mouth were pushing buttons in her husband that she had not seen before. The pain barely registered as the back of her head hit the drawer handle.

She supposed she should have slowed things, tried to get him and this back under control, but the only control she wanted at that moment was his utter and complete command of her body. So instead of backing off, she fanned the flames that already threatened to consume them both. Her fingers tugged softly at his sac as she looked straight up into those blue pools.

“Damn it, Jill,” he breathed as he watched her draw her mouth up his full length until just the tip remained within her mouth. Her tongue drew a slow circle around the head before allowing it to slip with a loud pop from its warm, wet home.

“What? Do you want me to stop, commander?” she teased as she began to lick slowly down the underside. She could feel each steady beat of his pulse in the sizeable blue vein that ran its lengths.

His growl that bore little resemblance to any human sound could have meant anything, but she took it as a ‘no’ as she continued her journey until her tongue licked and laved across the wrinkled surface of his ball sac. The guttural sound vibrated through his body, causing them to twitch and tremble under her tongue.

Her hands moved around to his tight butt; her short nails raked across his cheeks as she pulled him forward. Her mouth opened, and she gently sucked one inside her mouth. Her mouth was too full to smile this time when her efforts were rewarded with another loud expletive.

She slowly released it and gave it a final tender swipe of her tongue before seeking out its twin and repeating the process. This time though, her hands released his buns of steel and instead found her other favorite toy of solid metal encased in soft silk. Her hands danced up and down the length of his hard cock as her tongue wrapped around the firm surface of his testicle, drawing it deeper into her mouth. She felt it tighten and attempt to draw up towards his body. She recognized it as a sign of how badly her husband needed to come, but she would not allow it, not yet anyway. Not like this.

“God damn it,” he roared as she tugged firmly with her mouth. Her hands moved more slowly on his cock as she released his firm flesh, licking it and blowing across the heated surface.

Jill smiled up at him once more, her hands moving more surely on his cock as she found the rhythm that she had already learned would drive him to the very edge of sanity. “No, no, not yet, suga. Not like this,” she purred as her tongue began to trace his rapid pulse once more back up the length of his cock.

She paused when she reached the soft tip, licking her wet lips; she whispered across its surface, “I want to taste you. All of you.” She swallowed him once more, moving her head up and down him, trying to take more of him with each stroke. Trying to consume all of him, to fulfill the promise she had made.

“Fuck yes,” he cursed again as his fingers laced through her hair. He used them to guide her head even as he thrust his hips faster and harder against her face. “Suck my cock!”

His words raced along every nerve ending in her body, igniting a fury that she had never imagined. She knew she was playing a dangerous game. More than once, she gagged as she tried with all her might to take all of him. She found herself light-headed, but she was not sure if it was from forgetting to breathe through her nose as she sucked him harder and faster or if it was the heady power she knew as she felt him tremble and shake beneath her efforts. Either way, it did not matter; she was not going to stop. Not until she had what she wanted or died trying.

For a moment, that seemed a genuine possibility as Daniel’s hips surged forward, his fingers in her hair tugging her head even more. She feared that she would gag again except this time as she did the head of his cock pushed past the back of her throat, sliding further than it had before. Her mind overpowered her body’s natural reflex as she swallowed him deeper.

She was rewarded a heartbeat later with another string of curses, his hips flexing and moving against her face as his come burst forth into the back of her throat. She reminded herself to breathe as she gulped again and again. Her fingers scratched at his firm thighs not for release but in triumph of her accomplishment as she swallowed the last of his precious offering down.

Daniel chuckled. He was not sure what he had ever done to deserve this but damned he wanted, needed, to find out. So, he could keep doing it. Not only was his wife the loving mother that his daughters needed, but she could also cook even the most experienced chef under the kitchen table, and she was every bit his equal in commanding the troop of wives and girlfriends. To top it off, she could give a god damned porn star lessons in how to give a blow job.

Jill looked up at him; questions danced in those green depths. “It wasn’t supposed to be funny.”

By way of answer, he lifted his wife from the floor. He sat that amazing round ass of hers on the edge of the countertop. Daniel bent to brush a kiss across those lips that knew exactly what to do to him. “It wasn’t that. I was just thinking about what a lucky man I am.” He kissed her upturned nose.

Her answer was to wrap her arms about his neck and draw him in for another kiss. Before he realized what happened, the waves of need pounded him again. His tongue breached her lips, plundered her depths. It hit him then, his taste lingered. But rather than turn him off, it only agitated the waters, making the waves stronger, threatening to knock him to his knees. He smiled against her lips as his hands came up to toy with those fabulous twin mounds.

His fingers pulled and tweaked the turgid peaks. God, how he wished that the twins were hers. How he would have loved to explore the soft roundness of her body as it brimmed with life, the life he had given her. But just as much, he wanted to taste the sweet gift of nature that would flow from these soft, lush globes.

Rachel had refused to consider breastfeeding any of the girls, but he knew that would not be the case with Jill. Her nurturing would easily extend to this most natural of motherly acts. But would she allow him to taste the sweet milk that flowed from her body to nourish their child? Fuck, he was getting hard again just at the thought.

He pulled back from her drugging kisses that threatened to wipe every rational thought from his mind. His lips trailed along the soft skin of her jaw and down her neck. His tongue swiped at the bruise he had left on her shoulder that first time. He should feel regret at the pain it must have caused her, but he did not. It was a stark reminder of one thing…possession, ownership. Like the stupid hickies in high school, it announced to the world that she was his. Body and…his mind stuttered over the word.

This thing was too new, too intense. It transcended anything he had ever felt, but now was not the time to think of the other. Now was for enjoying what he did possess, his wife’s lush, ripe body. His tongue blazed a trail lower still across the swell of those spectacular tits. He smiled against the heat of her skin as he felt her breath catch at his touch. After his first marriage, it felt so remarkable each time he felt his wife’s body respond so naturally to his caress, his kiss. And when she came apart in his arms, when her body clenched around his, well, heaven could not be as sweet.

His tongue trailed across the hard peak of her nipple, and she shifted on the hard surface. He drew it into his mouth and tugged on it gently. His hand moved from around her waist to cup its fullness, weighing and squeezing its softness. His tongue wrapped around it just as hers had wrapped around the head of his cock earlier. He felt her moan move through her chest even before he heard it. The sound made him want to fly through some fucking jungle, beating on his chest and roaring ‘I am man.’

At the moment, though, there was another hot, wet place on his mind as his other hand slipped lower to encircle her ankle. He slid it slowly up her leg, feeling her soft skin as he pushed that damned perfect dress up higher and higher until it reached her upper thigh. Her hands moved over his head, tangling in his hair and holding him in place against her chest as he suckled. He drew back slowly, releasing the nipple that glistened in the sunlight from his kisses. He tugged softly at the other one, twisting it just a bit until he watched her eyes fly open with surprise and a hint of something more.

“I’ll come back to here,” he whispered as he knelt on the floor this time. Both hands wrapped around her full hips and drew her to the very edge. He pushed the dress higher until the soft curls of her mound peeked from beneath it. His hands caressed slowly lower down her legs, spreading them wider.

“Daniel,” her fingers clutched desperately at the edge of the Formica surface.

He winked up at her. “It’s called turn about is fair play, my lovely wife,” as he lowered his head, kissing the inside of her thighs and trailing his tongue along her softness. He took his time, avoiding the obvious even as he felt her twitch and move her hips. Still, he teased.

When he looked up, he swore he had never seen anything more beautiful in his whole fucking life. Those tits that never failed to make him horny, heaved and jerked with each labored breath she took. The dark pink areolas were tight and puckered. Her nipples stood at attention like the best of soldiers. Her head was thrown back, those golden lengths flowing down her back and falling about her shoulder. Those green eyes were closed tight, but her pink lips were open, forming a perfect O.

It was too much, his undoing, as he bent his head. His hand moved up slowly, spreading her open so that he could see the pink depths that drove him to the edges of hell and welcomed him home to heaven. He blew across the surface of her clitoris, and she nearly came off the side of the counter.

“Daniel,” she practically screamed.

He smiled at his name upon those lips as he looked up once more. This time her eyes were wide open. Their green depths took his breath away. They were clouded with the same desire he felt course with each loud, fast beat of his heart. “Watch me, Jill. Watch me eat your sweet pussy,” he commanded as he held her gaze and lowered his head to match actions to his words.

His tongue lathed the hard ridge as he tasted her for the first time. He saw her back arch as she tried to move away from the sensitive assault, but he was not letting her. His hands, on the inside of her thighs, held her still as he repeated the action. Once more, before drawing the nub between his lips and suckling just as he had her nipple. He heard her moan as she again pleaded his name. He held her gaze as he continued licking and sucking on the peak, pushing her closer and closer to the same powerful release she had given him earlier.

“Play with your tits for me, baby,” he ordered as his fingers found the wet welcome of her depths. His head bent once more to suckle at the tender morsel as his fingers moved deeper inside her channel. His eyes never left hers as she obeyed his every command. Her right hand gave up its death grip on the counter and cupped the fullness of her left breast. Her fingers pinched and squeezed the hard nipple just as he did so often, just as he wanted to now. But he had only two hands, and at the moment his fingers would rather he cut them off than take them from the depths of her tight cunt.

“Daniel, please, I can’t take anymore,” she pleaded. “I need you. I want you inside me.”

He smiled as he breathed once more across her clit. “Not until you come apart for me as I did for you, sweetheart,” he purred as he returned to teasing and torturing her sweet depths.

She whimpered and pleaded, “Please, I need you, Daniel.”

“And you’ll have me as soon as I taste your sweet orgasm,” he mumbled with her sensitive flesh still between his teeth as he scored it tenderly. He watched as she threw back her head and closed her eyes, he bit down harder, not enough to cause real pain but enough to make her open those green depths once more. “No cheating, my dear. I want you to watch me. I want to see the look in your eyes as you come for me,” he demanded as his fingers plunged inside her once more.

He felt her body begin to tighten, he knew he held her on edge, and he stilled his fingers. She had come to his touch. She had come apart on his hard cock. This time he wanted her to come on his tongue. He bent forward once more, holding her gaze as his tongue and fingers worked together, driving her higher and higher. Until he felt the first tremors, building deep inside her depths.

His eyes held her gaze, daring her not to look away, challenging her to open herself to him. Totally and completely. Body…and soul. This time he wanted, needed his wife’s all. And he would do whatever it took to get it.

“Daniel,” she screamed as she looked into those endless blue pools. As she felt the power roar over her like a tornado tearing even the mightiest tree up by its roots. She wanted to look away, she needed to close her eyes, but something in his gaze held her still. She was powerless to look elsewhere. She did not want to deny him anything.

She felt her body riding the hard waves of its release. One after another, orgasms washed over her as he suckled at her sensitive clitoris, his fingers moving inside her. Still, she stared into the blue depths that reminded her of the perfect sky, the deepest ocean, Bluebonnets in full bloom in an East Texas meadow. Perfection.

She trembled under the power of that stare. She worried what her own might reveal. Could he see? Could he tell? Did he have any idea what he did to her? What he meant to her? How much…she stopped her mind, shy still at the use of that word. But it was the only word she could imagine, the only one she knew that accurately described all she felt for him. Her husband. Her lover.

As the last threads of her orgasm wrapped about her softly, she watched as he stood. She instantly saw that he was hard again, and she reached for him. She scooted even closer to the edge of the counter as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock and drew him inside her. Her other arm wrapped about his shoulders and drew his head down. Their lips touched, and she tasted herself on him. She drank from him even as she wound her legs about his waist and took him entirely into her depths.

“Yes,” she moaned into his kiss as she felt her body begin to climb that peak once more, but this time she had what she wanted. She held tightly to him as he plunged deeper and faster into her, pushing her higher, demanding more until she would have sworn there was no more to give, but still, he took. Even as she gave.

Then she felt him tremble in her arms. She smiled against his lips as he joined in the heavenly song that their bodies sung every time they touched. She swallowed his moans and roars as she felt him burst inside her. They clung together perched on the edge of that countertop. He drew back from her embrace with a smile, but still, their bodies remained locked intimately.

“Skyrockets,” he chuckled as he kissed her nose. “Most definitely rockets.”

She laughed and felt him twitch in her cunt. “Care to explain, commander?”

He winked and started to hum a tune. It took Jill a moment to recognize it, but then she smiled and laughed once more, “Afternoon Delight.”

“Don’t you agree?”

“One hundred percent,” she echoed her earlier support for his decisions. She noticed the dark scowl cross his face. “I am sorry, Daniel. I didn’t know.”

He nodded, “I know. Just promise me you won’t let him in again.”

“You have my word, Daniel.” She wanted to ask more but knew better. Some things were not to be shared even with wives. Whatever the man had done, she would have to trust her husband and her gut. But still, she had a distinct feeling that this one went more in-depth than whatever might have happened in battle. “I’m always here if you need to talk.”

“I know.” He bent so that their foreheads touched, “I know, and I appreciate it. But right now, I need to get moving. Samuel is meeting me at the bus stop. We are taking the girls to pick out some paint and stuff. I figured one way of buying off recalcitrant teenagers would be to give her her own room finally. We’re going to work on fixing up the basement this weekend.”

Reaching over he picked up the baby monitor and handed it to her, “So, you, my dear wife, had better get this set up in the nursery because that bed of yours is going to be the first thing we move down there.”

She giggled, “Making sure I don’t change my mind, commander?”

“Damned straight, I am, Missus Monroe,” he helped her tie the halter back around her neck. She could not stop the whimper from escaping her throat as he pulled back, his half-erect cock popping loudly from her wet depths. He brushed another kiss over her lips as he pulled her dress down a bit. “I’d tell you to take a shower, but I don’t think you have time before Britney and Ashley wake up.”

He wrapped his arm about her waist and lifted her from the countertop. Sitting her firmly on the ground, he brushed her hair back from her face and whispered against her ear, “Besides the idea of you walking around the rest of the day full of my come will make damned sure I’m ready for round three tonight. In the comforts of our bed this time.”

Jill blushed at his words as she brushed a kiss across his lips. “Promises, promises.”

He swatted her ass, “I always keep my promise, Missus Monroe. Now go check on the babies, or I’m never going to get out of here.”

Jill smiled and obeyed as she walked down the hall towards the nursery with the box in her hand. Opening his bedroom door, their bedroom door, she corrected herself, she opened the box and pulled out the instructions.

She would set up the receiver in here and then tackle the transmitter once the babies woke up. Maybe she would even have time to move a few of her things in here before dinner. Perhaps, just maybe, they really could find some solid ground upon which to build a ‘real’ marriage. Things were looking up for this marriage.

Thinking about their visitor earlier, she frowned. Well, most things anyway.

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