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Hendrix

“ Y ou deserve a blow job for that speech.” My wife’s hand creeps across the console from where she sits in the passenger’s side of the Rover I rented for our drive to Atlanta.

Her fingers trace the growing bulge in my jeans, and I shift at the tingling sensation. “This looks like a good place to park.”

I pull the vehicle behind a large structure at the back of her family’s estate and slam it into park. Quickly shrugging out of the seatbelt, I reach across the space, placing my fingers behind her neck and pulling her full lips closer to mine.

“As much as the thought of that sexy mouth sucking my cock has me hard as a fucking rock, I’d rather eat your pussy until you’re calling me God again, then fuck you til you can’t walk.”

Her amber eyes blink fast at my words, and her breath catches.

“Sound good?” My brow arches, and I lean closer to trace my lips along the line of her jaw into her hair .

“I think I just had an orgasm,” she whispers.

A smile curls my lips, and I reach down for the button on the side of her chair, lowering the back so it’s almost flat. “Get those leggings off. Now.”

She does as I say, and I remove my jeans at the same time. My cock is so hard, I need some relief. Bending down, I hook my arm under her thigh, lifting it open so I can drag my tongue along her clit.

Her hips jump, and she moans as her fingers thread in my hair. She’s juicy and sweet, and I give her a few more passes with my tongue, a few more concentrated sucks, to get her right to the edge. Then I shift my body, moving my chair forward, so we can climb into the backseat.

“Come on, babe.” I reach for her. “Get back here and ride me.”

She sits up and follows me across the console, straddling my lap and lifting her ass so I can line up with her core. Our faces are close, and our mouths seal together.

Tongues curl and taste. We’re salt and freshwater, and we smell like flowers and vanilla and sex. I lift my hips, and she drops, taking me all the way into her tight, gripping heat.

My head falls back with a groan, and she leans forward, holding the headrest behind me.

“Fuck, yeah,” I hiss, shoving her sweater higher.

Her arms raise quickly so I can lift it over her head, and my hands cup her breasts, wrapped in black lace. She grips the seat again, rocking her hips back and forth over my cock, taking me deeper as I shove her bra higher.

Her breasts spill out, and I pull them into my mouth. Lifting, biting, sucking, her tits are all around me as she rides, chasing her orgasm and blowing my mind.

My cock thickens, and I feel my control slipping. Her lips are at my ear, and I hear her pants and moans as her pussy grips and massages me. I’m lost in sensation, doing my best to wait and go with her, but I’m not sure I can .

“That’s right,” I gasp, gripping her ass and moving her faster on my waist. “I love the way you ride my cock. You’re so fine.”

She kisses my ear, my neck, and her low moans grow in urgency as she moves faster.

Spreading her cheeks, I slip my finger into her ass, and she jumps with a little wail. I press, using it to pull her forward, and her pussy clenches.

Another back and forth, and she breaks into spasms. Her thighs shudder, and her body jerks as she comes on my cock. It’s so damn sexy.

“Fuck me,” I groan, letting go of my orgasm.

I lift my hips thrusting until the mind-altering pleasure explodes through my pelvis. I hold, letting it jet into her.

She’s leaning forward, still gasping and shuddering, and I wrap my arms around her waist.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, Pink.”

Her head lifts, and silky dark hair falls around us. Her mouth covers mine, and we chase each other’s kisses, tongues sliding out and in, lips moving from cheeks to jaw to lips again.

Another pulse of orgasm moves through my dick, and I groan.

Delicate hands cup my cheeks, and she meets my eyes. “No one’s ever said those things about me before.”

“Which ones?” I study her pretty amber eyes, so earnest.

“The things you said to Larry.”

“That fucking dickhead.” My teeth clench, and I wrap her tighter in my embrace. “I meant every word. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I worked hard to grow past their judgment. It took a while, and sometimes I still fall back into old thoughts.” Her cheek is next to mine, and I kiss her neck. “It’s nice to have someone else on my side.”

“I’m always on your side.” Reaching up, I smooth her hair back from her face. “If we hadn’t had an audience… ”

“I love you, Hendrix.” She blinks, shy as she says the words that send me over the moon.

“I love you, Raven.” My thumb is on her full bottom lip, her chin. “There’s not an average bone in your body.”

She leans closer, kissing the side of my cheek as she moves her hips. “You’re right. It’s an exceptional bone.”

My stomach tightens, and I bark a laugh. “It’s going to be in your ass when I get you home.”

A little moan comes from her throat, and she kisses my ear. “That’s motivation to get back to LA.”

“Let’s get to bed. I want to fuck you a few more times then get up early, get our baby, and get out of here.”

“Me too,” she sighs, leaning her head against mine.

Donald Becker’s law office is in the heart of downtown Atlanta, overlooking a landscaped courtyard between three tall buildings.

After Amelia’s tearful goodbye at her father’s mansion that rivaled anything Dylan might do to make me feel like shit for leaving, we drove here to finalize the paperwork and have Raven’s trust transferred into her name.

My chest was tight the entire drive, watching my pretty wife dabbing tears from her eyes and rationalizing going back to LA with me and leaving her family behind.

We had a pretty amazing night, but I don’t want her getting cold feet on me now. I’ve always been pretty confident in my effect on women, but at the moment, I’m glad to have our baby girl on my hip, tilting the scales a bit in my favor.

Donald sits across from us behind his desk, and he’s reading off the controlling terms of her mother’s trust while sliding the documentation into the folder showing compliance.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous.” Raven’s voice is quiet, and I reach out to hold her hand .

“You got this, babe.” I give her a squeeze, and she gives me a brief, sweet smile.

As much as I know about her early life, I can’t imagine the emotions she’s wrestling with right now. This document was meant to hold her down. She was ready to walk away, but instead, she turned the tables for our daughter.

“It’s all pretty standard procedure.” Her family’s lawyer takes a sheet out of the folder and slides it across the shiny desktop to her. “If all of this is correct, sign the highlighted blank at the bottom, and my secretary will wire the money to your account.”

I’ve arranged for Raven to meet with the guy who does all my financial planning when we get back to LA, but for now, her money will go into a regular bank account.

Her full bottom lip disappears into her mouth, and she studies the sheet. “It’s all correct.”

A wobble is in her voice, and I can’t tell if it’s nerves or something else.

I watch as she signs, and Haddy chews the little fan thingie on the side of Axel’s head. Or is this Axelita? I can’t tell.

“I’ve got your marriage certificate here, which fulfills your obligation.” Donald stands, closing the folder and reaching across the desk. “Congratulations, you’re officially a millionaire.”

“Minus taxes, of course,” Raven deflects, standing and tucking her purse under her arm.

“Actually, there is no inheritance tax in the state of Georgia.” He walks around the desk to where we stand, nodding at me. “Or the state of California for that matter. By all accounts, you’re a rich woman. You don’t need anyone anymore.”

Raven’s eyes drift to the window, and I wish we were on the jet headed back to my place. I want to argue everybody needs somebody. I want to tell her we need her.

I want her to tell me what she’s thinking.

Donald puts his hand on her shoulder. “Your mother was a hard woman. It’s how she was raised, and I guess it’s what she thought was right. ”

My wife’s chin drops, and she looks over at Haddy and me then back to him. “I don’t know what she thought, but it’s over now.”

The older man’s lips tighten with a smile. “You’ve always been strong, even as a little girl. I’ve never worried about you.”

Raven’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and she hesitates before simply saying, “Thank you.”

We’re out on the street when she finally breaks. “I was strong, so no one ever fought for me? Is that the message here?” She shakes her head, walking ahead of me on the sidewalk. “Strong people need someone to lean on, too, you know.”

My legs are longer than hers, but I still have to do a quick step to catch up with her. “Hey, slow down a minute.”

“He never protected me.” She stops, looking up at me, and I see the glisten in her eyes. It hits me right in the chest, and I pull her into my arms, wrapping her up tight and holding her close. “He stood by and let her do all these things, and not once…”

Her voice breaks, and I kiss the top of her head.

“I’ll always have your back, Pink. Anywhere you go, whatever you face, I’m here. I’m your husband, and I’m fighting on your side… And Haddy’s. I protect my family.”

One more shudder, and her body melts into mine. Her arms go around my waist, and the tension in my chest eases. She’s mine. It’s the most precious gift I’ve ever been given—besides Haddy.

The air around us is cool, but our embrace is strong and warm. It’s bonding, and if I had my way, it would go on longer… But our daughter starts to wiggle, making squeals and raspberry noises, and we both laugh.

Raven turns her head, kissing her little face. “That’s right, Hads. We’re a family.” Her chin lifts, and she meets my eyes. “You, your daddy, and me.”

“And maybe a little brother or sister.” I put my arm around her shoulder as we walk slowly to the rented Rover.

“Let’s get this one out of diapers first.”

“That wasn’t a no…”