Emma

“You know, I don’t think that I’ve ever actually seen you nervous before, husband.”

I lean against the door frame to our large master bathroom and watch Vince’s reaction to my comment in the mirror. He only glances at me, and he doesn’t look pleased that I’m calling him out either.

“I’m not nervous.” He says simply.

“Right,” I don’t believe him for a second. Vince’s fingers fumble over the knot of the tie in his hands and he grunts in frustration before deciding to give up on the tie altogether and he pulls the thing from his neck and tosses it onto our marble countertop.

“It’s too formal of a thing to be wearing anyway.”

I shrug. “If it makes you feel more comfortable to wear it, then you should wear it.”

Vince has been wearing suits every day for the last few years of his life, and with how much money he pours into the fine fabrics and expensive imported designs, he wears them like a second skin. He is built to wear suits, and they look so damned good on him. Today he is wearing an olive green button-down tucked into darker colored slacks, a belt around his hips, and his cuff links are already in place. Even if he didn’t put on the jacket, he would be the best-dressed man in the room. Though, therein lies the problem, I think. I know he doesn’t want to make his brother uncomfortable by looking overdressed or putting any added pressure on the meeting. I think that Vince would wear sweatpants if it would put his brother more at ease for this meeting.

However, I think Vince might need a little more encouragement than he is letting on.

I am dressed far more casually, comfortable jeans with a nice top. I think that if Vince will pay a little more attention to me, he will like that I’ve chosen the shirt that practically has no back to it. A gold chain across my shoulders and a single black strap that connects the two flowy pieces of fabric together with a much more modest cut to the front, and long flowing sleeves cuffed at the wrists. No matter what they decide to do today, I figure that I’m dressed for the occasion. “Do you think that I should leave my ring at home, then?” I tease, toying the massive rock over in my finger, knowing full well that it catches the lighting in the bathroom just right to force his attention from his reflection to me.

“What? Why would you leave your ring at home?” Vince asks.

“Because if we are trying to make ourselves look like something that we aren’t, or trying to hide what we actually dress or look like…then my ring should be the top of the list of offensively big things.”

Vince raises one eyebrow and shakes his head. He crosses the room to me, and I lift my chin to maintain eye contact with him.

“I wouldn’t want you to leave behind your ring any more than I would want you to leave behind this.” Vince’s finger lifts to circle under the nondescript black band around my neck. He traded in my large, gaudy collar for something much smaller a long time ago. Now it looks as if I simply have an affinity for choker-style necklaces. The material is soft and goes with everything very well, so I don’t mind it. Besides, every time I feel it around my neck, I am reminded of who I belong to, and I like that even more.

He pulls me toward him by the collar around my neck, his lips just barely brushing over mine. I drop my arms from around me and place them on his chest, my pulse already quickening.

“However, I do get the point that you’re getting at.”

I smile a slow, sugary sweet smile at him as I look up at him from underneath my lashes, attempting to appear demure. “If you need to release some of that…tension, I can think of a few things that I might suggest for you,” I purr as I tighten my grip on his shirt, pulling us closer together.

“Is this your way of attempting to distract me from this meeting that’s about to happen?”

“Who, me?” I say coyly, feigning innocence.

“Mmhm,” he shakes his head at me, refusing to give in to my not-at-all subtle demands. I shouldn’t even be surprised by this point.

“I just can’t stop thinking of all of the ways that it will go wrong,” Vince admits to me, and I lower myself back down onto my feet once more. “If he does not want to form a relationship and only wants to continue receiving the money, I know that is a possibility that I will have to accept but I think…I think that I would like the opportunity to have a brother. Growing up we weren’t close, and I know how cliche it is to say that you never know what you have until you lose it, but I feel that in this case that’s what happened. Seeing him there at my trial that day…not even getting to say goodbye,” Vince trails off and I don’t press the subject any further.

“You will do great. You’ve done harder things than this before, and whatever his choice is I know that you will respect it. Once we get there, things will fall into place. I believe that.” I cannot imagine that it must be like to live estranged from your sibling like that. It was only second nature to send Ben money every month. I would have wanted somebody to do that for Deborah if it had been me that was sent to prison, at the very least.

Over the years, I debated whether or not I should have attempted to introduce myself to Ben, to tell him why I was sending the money; but, since I thought that Albert was dead, it didn’t seem appropriate.

Vince pulls me out of my train of thought with his knuckles running down my mostly bare spine, and I arch into him further. “I suppose you could prove useful in making sure that I go in there with a clear, level head.” His hand shifts, turning so that his fingers can splay out over the small of my back. “I like this,” he pinches the fabric of my shirt in between two of his fingers and tugs softly to let me know he’s talking about my shirt. I half expected him to force me to go back and chance into something that was more conservative.

I lift onto my tiptoes and I bite his bottom lip between my teeth playfully, pulling softly and releasing the skin with a soft pop. Vince smirks, and his hands are no longer holding me softly. His grip changes, his fingers claw into my back and possessively hold me closer to him with a jerk that eliminates any space left between us. He shifts the hand from my collar to grasp my neck firmly, and he holds my jaw firmly in his strong, calloused hand. “Don’t think that you won’t pay for taking advantage of my distractedness and using it to act like a whore, attempting to get into my pants.”

“I thought you wanted me to be your whore?” I giggle, and he tightens the hold on my throat, stopping me from saying anything else. My breath is severed from my lungs and heat unfurls deep in my belly, and travels lower so quickly it makes me dizzy. Not once for a single day of the time that we have been married, well, since he has been back in my life in any capacity, have I stopped being ready for him. Any hour, no matter what I’m doing, my body responds to him like a wanton creature fully removed from me.

Vince walks the pair of us backward until I feel my ass hit against the marble countertop. Automatically, I start to shift my hips so that I can sit on top of the surface, thinking that’s what he wants – but he surprises me. He releases his hold and he spins me quickly. Vince pins my hips against the countertop with his, and I am thrust forward so that my forehead is nearly touching the large, expansive mirror running the length of the counter. I’m reminded of the first time that he fucked me in this bathroom, memories of the delicious sting of pain that echoed inside of my body for days afterward have me a mess inside of my jeans. They’re the same jeans that Vince is roughly forcing down my hips until my ass is bare and exposed to him, taking my thong down with them.

There is a need in his movements, an urgency that means I don’t want to bother with any foreplay, I just need him. I want that animal side of him to crush me against the counter. Vince lowers his slacks just enough to free himself, his hot length pressed against my ass, then he rubs it along the center of me. I arch my back encouragingly, but Vince puts a firm hand on the back of my neck, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he teases me. “Please,” I beg.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I nod enthusiastically, my hands are pressed into the countertop as I attempt to push back into him, a soft mewl leaves my lips as he runs his dick along the center of me, teasing me where I want him the most.

“It’s only been a couple of hours and you couldn’t even wait until later, could you?”

He eases the tip inside of me slowly, the teasing taste is torture to me. I want all of him, and I want him now.

“Well, if you want it so bad,” I can see Vince glance at the Rolex on his wrist indicating that we don’t have much time left. “You better make it worth my time.” He slides the rest of his length inside of me and I’m breathless, waiting for the shunt of his hips forward that simply never comes. I glance up at him in the mirror, him stretching me, filling me, and I’m not getting what I want. Vince slaps my bare ass, hard, and I moan. “Get to it,” he slaps my ass on the other side for good measure and I start moving. I round my hips back into his, but I can’t seem to manage to take him as deeply or as hard as I like it whenever he does it. His powerful thighs always manage to angle him at the exact angle that makes my toes curl.

Though, there is no denying the erotic look on his face as he enjoys himself, that I’m the one making him feel this way never ceases to make me feel powerful. It feels like I’m climbing up a familiar hill, but I cannot find the path that is so beloved and familiar to me.

“Seems like you’re struggling,” Vince teases, his voice dark and sensual. “Do you need some help?”

“Please, please sir, I need it, I need you so bad.”

Vince grabs my hips, and doesn’t make me wait another second, he slams into me so hard I have to throw my hand against the mirror to keep from colliding with it face first. My eyes roll into the back of my head as that painful sensation of him going nearly too deep buckles my knees until I’m only held up by his strong hands as he takes his pleasure from my body.

“Guys?” A familiar voice precedes a small fist banging at the locked bedroom door. I can hear the jiggling of the handle to the master suite and my sister’s impatient tones floating into the space. Vince hauls me back to his chest and covers my mouth and nose with his large hand until I can’t breathe, I can’t scream, and he doesn’t stop.

“Guys! We are going to be late!” Deborah singsongs and I look up to Vince’s chin, his beautiful brown eyes hold me captive as he chases his finish, and I want him there. His other hand snakes between the front of my thighs and circles my clit.

“Cum for me right fucking now if you want to please me,” Vince growls, slightly breathless and I can’t move. I’m paralyzed and couldn’t answer my sister even if I wanted to. It doesn’t take much for me to fall apart in my husband’s arms, putty as I cum. Tidal waves of pleasure that reach higher levels as I feel Vince’s orgasm fill my insides. He holds me until the tremors shake and presses a soft kiss to my temple as he slides himself from me. Such a gentle contrast from how we were a moment ago.

I want more.

I wish there was time for more, but we have to go if we aren’t going to be late. I pull my pants back up, and Vince finishes dressing, He grabs his jacket from the hanger that it was resting on and flings it over one shoulder, holding it with one finger as he opens the door for me, and steps back for me to pass through. “Remind me why we’re bringing her?” Vince says with good-natured humor, he and Deborah have become close since she’s moved in with us, into her own wing just like Vince promised that she would. She is under the best medical care that money can buy. I don’t think there is any other single thing that I or Vince could do in order to care for her.

“You try telling her no to something,” I answer, “let me know how that goes.”

****

The car stops in front of a familiar place. There is nobody out front to greet us. The exterior of the home could use a couple of new shades of paint, and the grass is browning in certain patches. The lawn decorations are sun-weathered, and I couldn’t even attempt to guess as to how old they must be. The iron gate that is repurposed as a screen door is rusted and broken in some places, but the lawn is manicured and everything seems to be in place. An old car sits in the driveway. A classic that I don’t know anything about, I’m sure. It seems to be even better-taken care of than the rest of the property.

I didn’t think to ask about his aunt, or if she was still living. It’s a huge misstep on my part because I am not the sort of girl to show up to somebody else’s house empty-handed, least of all if it is a woman. Somehow if Ben is living here alone, I don’t think he would care one way or another if I brought him a display of pretty flowers. I like that he’s still living in the same house that served as his childhood home.

“I only stayed here sometimes, when things got too bad.” Vince offers, but I can see how affected he is by seeing this house again. It’s clearly written all across his face. “Not as often as Benjamin, she didn’t offer to take me in like she did him. Maybe it was an age thing, or maybe she just didn’t like me, thought that I looked too much like my father or something.” He rolls one shoulder, and suddenly having not been close with Ben growing up makes a lot more sense to me if they were kept separate. “I thought that as long as he was here, then he would avoid the type of life that I had to live. I thought that he could grow up better, do better in school because my aunt would make him. That was always something that was super important to her, to make sure that he was in school and that he got good grades…then it all just went to hell.”

Vince is quiet for a moment, and I lift my hand just about to place it on his knee for emotional support whenever he thrusts open the car door and exits. The ‘Vince King’ persona snaps into place so quickly, and it takes him a moment to catch what he’s done and correct it.

I follow and when Vince hesitates from ringing the doorbell, I do it for him.

The door opens, and Benjamin is standing there, the brothers are only divided by the screen door, staring at one another. I slip my fingers between Vince’s and squeeze his hand tightly. “Breathe,” I mutter out of the side of my mouth and Vince sucks oxygen into his lungs all at once.

They are about the same height, and I can see the similarities between Ben and Albert, thought with all of the surgery that Vince has had, they do not look much like brothers apart from the stunning, warm, beautiful brown eyes.

Benjamin swings open the screen door, and steps forward toward Vince, and I think that this could go either way, but then Ben wraps his arms around his older brother tightly, so tightly it builds a knot of happiness in my chest. I don’t want to cry, I do but I want to keep it together as best as I can. I’m so happy for him. I’m so proud of him, of us, of all of the things that we have accomplished.

The brother’s part after a long time, and Benjamin wipes underneath one of his eyes with his index finger. “Do you want to come inside?” he asks, and Vince nods.

“Yeah,” he looks into the door, gazing at the house inside of it. Does it look the same? “Yes. I would like that.”

Benjamin holds the door open for us, and gestures that we should come in and make ourselves at home. “We have so much time to make up for, big brother.”

***

Leaving Ben’s place, I see a release in Vince, a weight that he carried on his shoulders has now been lifted. Ben graduated from college and has a degree in business. He is still sifting through jobs so he could land the perfect one. I know Vince wanted to offer his help to Ben for a job, but he refrained.

“I think that went so well,” I tell Vince, squeezing his knee when we are back in the car. “I know it was a lot to take in. And you have a lot to process,” I tell him.

“It went better than I even hoped. I’m just glad we can start building our relationship slowly. If I were him, I probably would have slammed the door in my face.”

“But he didn’t,” I reply. “No matter what, you two will always be brothers. Blood. And it looks like that bond will only strengthen as time goes on.”

Vince smiles at me. “Thank you for being there with me.”

I smile and reach over, stroking the back of his neck.

We ride home in silence, enjoying the quiet and the scenery as the leaves have started to turn every color the brings the reminder of Fall. A season I very much look forward to.

Arriving home, I take Vince by the hand and lead us to the bedroom. “You are insatiable, woman,” he says with a smirk.

“It’s not that, now sit,” I order Vince to sit on the edge of the bed and head to the bathroom to retrieve something.

“What are you up to?” Vince asks suspiciously.

“Well, you know how we have finally settled down and gotten into a routine. We’ve even given Deborah her own wing of our place.”

He circles his hand around my waist, bringing me closer. “Yes.”

I pull the back from behind my back and hand it to him.

“What’s this?”

“Open it,” I tell him. “Our routine is about to shift a little.”

He pulls the bow apart and lifts the lid of the box. Pulling out the small piece of garment, Vince stares at it in disbelief. “Is this for real?” He asks about the baby onesie that says ‘Baby King,’ on it.

I nod and try to stop the happy tears that are about to fall. “Are you happy?”

“Happy? Emma, you just made me the happiest man on earth. I never knew kids would be a part of my future. Of our future. I wasn’t sure it was possible with all the injuries I’ve endured and then the surgeries. But I’m going to be a dad. And you are gonna be a mom.” He stands and hugs me tight.

“Let’s go tell Deborah the happy news,” he says. I swipe my tears away even though I am overcome with emotions. Vince and I finally get the future we have always wanted. The future we have always dreamed about.

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