“Seriously? A tugboat?” I should have known better than to let them get the best of me, but really, my pride wouldn’t let me sit there with them calling my dick a tugboat. Melissa’s hand rubs my leg, trying to keep me from giving these fools what they want.
“No, no…you’re right. I was too generous with the boat analogy. I’m sure you’re still paddling around with something more like a canoe, right?” Ash smirks before taking a big gulp of his beer.
“Fucking canoe,” I grumble under my breath.
“Canoe might be giving him a little too much. Don’t they make starter kayaks? Nice and short. Not much girth to those suckers!” I gape at Dee, only making her laugh louder.
Melissa laughs under her breath. “Don’t.”
“Are we really sitting around, discussing the size of my wiener?”
Melissa’s eyes get as large as saucers before she covers her mouth with her hand and bursts out laughing. It takes me a second to figure out why the hell she’s joining in with a table full of laughter at me calling my dick a wiener because I’m too busy looking at her belly bouncing with each giggle that escapes.
“Daddy! You said wiener!” My head shoots over to Cohen, who is currently standing in his chair and pointing at me with a big smile on his face.
I’m pretty sure that every single person in the restaurant is looking over at us now. The whole situation gets even more ridiculous when two-year-old Nate starts banging his sippy cup on the table, chanting, “Wiener, wiener, wiener!” over and over.
“Jesus Christ, kill me now.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for everyone to stop laughing so we can get this dinner over with and I can take my wife home.
Melissa leans over, kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, “I love you—and your tugboat.”
Turning my head before she can lean back in her seat, I frame her face in my hands and bring her lips back to mine in a kiss hot enough to burn the building down. Pulling back, I look into her dazed eyes, let a smile full of wicked promise take over, and growl when her face goes soft and her eyes shine bright.
“I’ll remind you tonight just what kind of machine I’ve got between my legs, Beauty.”
Her cheeks flame, she closes her eyes on a moan, and right before she turns back to the table, I hear her mutter, “Beast” under her breath.
We’ve been lucky with her pregnancy so far. According to her doctor, we can continue our sex life—just a little more carefully. Thank Christ. I’m not sure I could last seeing her like this and not be able to sink deep inside her body.
The rest of the dinner passes by with more laughter—not at my expense—loud conversation, and a whole lot of love. These are the moments with my family and friends that I remember just how blessed I am.
I look around the table, feeling a pang in my heart from knowing that we’re missing some important people. After we lost Coop, we decided there wouldn’t be a week that passed without having a family dinner at least once. It wasn’t easy at first. The first few months, Asher was more or less a ghost, sitting there and drinking his dinner in whatever he could grab. He’s come a long way, but I can still see the fire to avenge his brother burning deep within him.
Maddox has been to a few here and there, but he’s made it clear that until he can get Emmy back home he won’t be around. It’s been about two weeks since he took off after her, and last I heard, things weren’t going well. Having both of them gone has left a large void in our group.
And of course I can’t forget Sway, who is usually always at our family dinners. Tonight he’s taking Davey out on their first date, and he explained, with way too much detail, why he wouldn’t be joining us tonight.
Looking around the table again, catching Axel’s and Beck’s eyes as they make their own sweep of the table, I know that they’re thinking the same thing. So much has changed within our tight-knit group over the last few years. Even with the added members in our ‘family,’ the loss of the ones who aren’t here is very much still felt.
I tip my chin at the guys, grabbing my drink and holding it up briefly before taking a long swallow. Even with the parts of this last year that have tried each and every one of us, I can’t help but pray that the worst is behind us. I’m not sure if this group can handle another loss.
Melissa’s soft laughter brings me back from my thoughts and I look over to see her smiling at Asher. Of course, the playboy has his charms on bright tonight. He needs a shock collar to remind him not to flirt with my woman.
I throw my arm around the back of her chair and pull her closer to my side, leveling Asher with my darkest look before speaking, “Mine.”
He throws his head back and laughs, drawing more attention from the surrounding tables. “Got it, Fido. Would you like to piss all over her now too?”
“Calm down, you beast.” Melissa laughs.
“Calm down? Melissa, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think he’s ever going to calm down when it comes to you.” I look over at Izzy, smiling my thanks for her rational thinking.
“I know. Isn’t it adorable?”
My head shoots back to Melissa. Adorable? Puppies are adorable. Babies are adorable… I am not adorable.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I lick and pull her lobe in my mouth before whispering softly and reminding her just how much my adorable tugboat can’t wait to get her home, naked, and screaming in pleasure.
Fucking adorable.
Chapter 3 – Greg
“Deeper… Harder, please.”
I pull back slowly, feeling her walls clamp down on my dick before pushing forward again. Not as hard as she wants, but deep enough that I can feel her womb kiss the tip of my dick.
Looking down at my dick as it slowly pushes in and out of Melissa’s soaked pussy has my balls drawing in tight, begging for release.
“Please, Greg, I need it deeper.” I ignore her begging, continuing my slow and torturous ministrations. God, I love the feeling of her walls hugging my dick. Feeling her body take mine is the most incredible sensation in the world. Having her slick walls clamp down when she’s as close as she is right now, the wetness from her arousal coating both of us… Yeah, it doesn’t get any better than this.