13. Chapter 13
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
Much to my grandfather's dismay, our wedding was small. Neither Greyson nor I wanted anything extravagant or massive. It wasn't about the money, but not being overwhelmed on our wedding day. Sometimes couples work more than enjoy their special day, and I didn't want us to do that.
Grandfather was at least happy he lived long enough to see me married off finally.
The wedding was held on the back lawn of my family home. It had beautiful landscaping and a large veranda, so Greyson and I didn't need much else.
Work had been another issue. Greyson hadn't been wrong when he claimed employees would question my leadership while I was dating my PA. I understood this going in, but some employees whispered and plotted, making Greyson's life harder rather than mine.
But once our engagement was announced, things settled down, and my staff took our relationship more seriously.
"Has anyone ever told you how stunning you look in a tux?" I asked my new husband as I loosened my bowtie.
Greyson smirked and pushed the glasses up his nose. "Only about fifty times."
"You exaggerate."
"Fine, twenty-seven times."
"You need to work on your math, husband."
He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. He rolled his tongue in my mouth, sucked it for a second before pulling back. "Math never was my strong suit."
"Apparently. Now get naked. I'd like to consummate this marriage."
"Don't you want to wait until we get to Paris? I mean, we're in your childhood bedroom."
"What a perfect time to erase the last of my childhood."
"Who knew my husband wouldn't have an ounce of sentimentality?"
"On the contrary, I'd like to have you branded in my memories in this room."
Since Greyson wasn't getting undressed, I loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and slid his jacket off. "If you make me do all the work, I'm going to have to punish you on our wedding day."
He tsked. "Such a hardship."
I fisted his open shirt and pulled him into another kiss. "Get naked, Greyson," I growled.
He shivered at the command but didn't argue as he slid off his shirt, undid his pants, and let them pool around his ankles. Last went his underwear and socks.
"No naughtiness tonight. We're making love instead," I said. "Now on the bed, my love."
Greyson laid down on my childhood bed, confident with his hands tucked behind his head, watching me as his cock pulsed and beaded precum.
I slowly peeled off my clothes, putting on a show for him while he reached for his cock and slowly pumped himself.
Once I was naked, I grabbed the lube I had ready on my nightstand, and then I climbed into the bed and spread his legs before sitting between them. We didn't bother with condoms anymore after getting tested. I loved the feel of his heat with no barriers.
I lifted one of his legs and peppered him with kisses, working my way down until I reached my favorite spot, the crook of the thigh near his balls. I took a deep breath of his musky and arousing scent, making my own cock throb.
I swiped my tongue along his length, swirling it around his tip, tasting his bittersweetness.
Greyson moaned and gently thrust for more, but that would come later. I moved on up his body with my kissing, smiling as he whined.
"You'll get relief soon enough, husband."
I settled my body over his, blanketing him with my weight. He wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed for a while, making out like a couple of teens. And I loved his hard cock pressed against mine.
"No coming until I'm done."
His eyes popped open, exposing blown pupils. "Excuse me?"
"You know the drill, Grey."
"But… I thought we were making love."
I grinned and kissed the tip of his cute nose. "We are. But you know I like to swallow you after I've come and after your prostate had been pegged like hell, making you leak all over. It's my favorite."
"Well, since you put it that way."
I grabbed his legs and shoved them back to expose his delicious hole. "Hold your legs back."
He grabbed his thighs to keep himself open as I dribbled lube over him. I thrust a couple of fingers into him to get that oil deep inside him, and then I stroked myself to spread the remaining lube over me.
Once I was ready, I lined myself up. Once my tip was breached, Greyson took a deep breath, and I plunged inside him in one thrust. My eyes rolled up into my head as he dropped his legs and arched his back. We'd had enough sex that I didn't need to prep him.
"Hell yeah…" he ground out.
Greyson wrapped his legs around me and pulled me deeper inside. His eyes popped open, chocolate brown blown to black as he pulled me down for a kiss. Our tongues explored and thrust in our mouths in tandem with my pumping into his gorgeous ass.
"Xander…" he breathed on my lips.
"Yes, baby?"
"More… please."
My fingers threaded through his silky hair, gripped it, and pumped harder and faster.
"Like that… yes!"
My hips rolled and twisted, pegging his prostate over and over. His luscious lips swelled, and I suckled them.
I loved how Greyson always gave in to me. How he submitted so beautifully, no matter what we did. Lovemaking, spankings, fucking… he let me do whatever I wanted.
The pressure was growing too fast. I didn't want to hold back for too long because edging could be hard to sustain. This wasn't about punishment—not this time. It was all about pleasure and love.
I sat up on my hands, pumping faster, sweat starting to sheen over us. His cock was angry red and leaking on his abs, but he'd get relief soon enough because I was close.
"God, this is… too much, Xan… please hurry," he whined. It was like I read his mind.
Warmth spread across my sweaty body, tingles traveled up my spine, and that ever-familiar pressure sent the blood straight to my cock.
My body froze as the first spurt exploded into him, then I pumped faster and harder, milking every drop out of me. Greyson squeezed that ring of muscle tighter around me, making my toes curl.
Before I could pass out from the numbness, I pulled out of him, bent over, and slipped his hot and leaking cock into my mouth, tasting his familiar bittersweet flavor.
Greyson gasped and fisted my hair, thrusting hard into my mouth. I breathed through the gag as he hit the back of my throat, my nose resting in the nest of his thick, dark curls.
I didn't waste time working him up slowly, curling my tongue around the head, hitting all those sensitive points while tugging on his nuts.
"Holy… you're so good at head."
Greyson suddenly rushed into my mouth as he yanked on my hair for dear life, arching his back and whimpering.
I drank him down as fast as he gave it to me, loving his taste and how quickly I could make him come, even instinctually, he submitted to me.
"I bow to your head-giving prowess," Greyson rasped, making me laugh.
After shoving his legs back, I watched my cum spill out of him because I was narcissistic like that, seeing me mark him in a way. It was hot as hell.
"Next time, I'm going to plug you up, so you have to hold my cum inside you all day."
"Jesus. Just don't make me do it at work."
"Uh, that was the plan."
He groaned a complaint, but he had a sleepy and sexy smile on his face.
I crawled over to him and pulled him against me. "Thanks for marrying me, baby," I said, kissing his head.
"Anytime. Let me know what else I can do for you, boss."
I chuckled and kissed him again.
"We're going to have a family soon. We're going to foster some kids. Maybe we can do surrogacy, too."
"How many kids are you planning?"
"I don't know. Ten?"
Greyson sat up, wide-eyed and jaw dropped. "Ten?!"
I snorted a laugh. "I'm teasing. Ten is a lot, but at least three."
"Phew, okay. Three I can handle… I think. I mean, I've never really been around kids before."
"I don't know if I can give grandfather some great-grandkids on time, so he'll just have to be satisfied with our marriage. But knowing him, he'll start nagging us as soon as we get back from our honeymoon."
"Oh, joy. I love grandfather, but damn, he's pushy as hell."
"You would be, too, if you were in your nineties and none of your grandkids had been married or had kids… until now, that is."
Greyson rolled on top of me and kissed my nose. "Well, I'll be happy to have some kids with you. Now, let's discuss what we're going to do for round two."
"Round two? I'm not sure I can get it up again."
He scoffed. "You're not that old yet… old man." His eyes twinkled because he knew he was going to get punished for that little comment.
To prove his point, he kissed down my body and swiped his tongue along my length. Sure enough, my dick tried to throb back to life.
"See?"
"I stand corrected, love of my life."
FIVE YEARS LATER
"Delaney! Stop putting sand down your brother's pullup! Do you have any idea of how long that's going to take me to clean him?"
She giggled when I lifted her and spun her around. Her blond hair in pigtails looked like a helicopter around her head.
The six-year-old girl and her brother Micah, a two-year-old, were the first children Xander and I fostered and ended up adopting last year. The service had a hard time finding homes that had the space to take them both in, and we had the large home and money to do it.
Micah walked over to where I was holding his sister and reached for me. I squatted and picked him up two, standing there with two kids on either side of my hips, watching my hot husband tossing our latest edition, Ethan, in the waves.
Ethan was fourteen when he came to us last year. We were currently in the process of adopting him. Ethan's life hadn't been easy after living from home to home. Coming to live with people who had a lot of money and a big house. It left him doubting and trusting us. We probably looked too good to be true.
Xander and I also had a woman who was our surrogate, pregnant with a girl. She was due to come to us in two months, and I couldn't wait.
Life was full, wild, and busy. I loved every second of it. Since we'd be extra busy soon, we took the kids to the beach in the Gulf because it wasn't too far.
I ended up leaving the company, and Xander had to find himself a new PA because I wanted to be a stay-at-home dad and give those kids all the attention and love that they deserved.
Too bad Xander's grandfather died three years ago before he could meet the kids. He would've loved them. But my parents and Xander's family doted on them.
My husband came out of the water with a laughing Ethan on his back, making my heart beat too fast at the site. I quickly set the kids down and rushed to get my phone, taking several pictures of them. It was rare to see Ethan smile, and I wasn't going to miss a second of it.
Xander and I worried that having a new baby would disrupt the balance of our family now that we had the kids in a structured and stable environment, but I was confident they would adapt.
He set Ethan down, and they both sat in the sand. I watched my stunning husband grab Delaney and plop her onto his lap, smiling and tickling her.
God, how was him being a father so extra hot?
"Who wants to build sandcastles?" he asked the kids.
Delaney climbed off him and jumped up and down, clapping her hands, and Micah mimicked her. Ethan's nearly black hair dripped with salt water as he pretended he didn't care, shrugging his shoulders because teens didn't play in the sand. But the sparkle in his coffee-brown eyes and his trying not to smile told a different story.
He was so much more relaxed and having fun. I loved this for him, especially since he'd never been to the beach before.
"Guess what?" Xander asked.
"What?" we all asked, though I already knew what was coming.
"Have you heard of a professional sandcastle builder?"
Delaney gasped as if it was the most shocking thing ever, and Ethan scoffed. "There's no such thing."
"Oh, but there is. In fact, he should be here in…" Xander looked back in the distance at a young man headed our way. "... five, four, three, two… Hello," he said to our teacher for the day as soon as he approached us.
The kid couldn't have been older than eighteen and looked like a surfer with wild, bleach-blond hair.
"Hey, I'm Kody."
As they got started, Kody pulled out all these cool supplies and quickly had the kids engrossed in building a proper sandcastle.
I sat a distance away, taking a thousand pictures of them so we didn't miss a moment.
"This was a good idea you had," Xander said, kissing my neck, sending waves of goosebumps across my skin.
"I have those now and then."
He chuckled and nipped my neck. "Guess what?"
I turned to face him, smiling behind his sunglasses. "What?"
"Frannie is going to watch the kids tonight while we sneak out and have some fun." Xander leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "I miss that ass of yours."
I shuddered, missing his hand marking my ass. It had been entirely too long. Naughty Greyson and Bossy Xander had to be put aside for a while. We weren't exactly the quietest."
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Yep."
"Then I guess I better get ready to do something to upset you. I'm going to need some heavy punishment."
"Oh, baby, I've been counting all your bad deeds for the past two years. You've accumulated quite a bit. You won't be able to walk for a week."
"Promises, promises."
He glanced at the kids quickly before pressing his lips to my neck and nipping it. "Behave."
"Never."