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Authors: Jo Henley

“Stop. Wait.”

She lowered the bowl, but kept her stance on his hard cock. She was tingling, anticipating his intrusion. He tucked himself in, gliding in with ease. She pushed back, taking in more of his long member.

“You feel amazing.” He grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth on his cock, increasing their strides until an orgasm bubbled up. She convulsed fast, her pussy screaming out a climax. “AHHHHHH! Hmmm, mmmm, ohhhh.” She opened her blissful eyes. He was still there. “Oh hi.” She grinned, pulsing on his cock.

“Can I get in on this?” He sat up and held her around the waist. “Can we move this to the bedroom?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Awkwardly walking with his cock poking at her ass, he led them to the massive hotel bed. She stretched her body out, attempting to reach all edges of the mattress.

With fierce lust in his eyes, he crashed down with her. He warmed her pussy lips open with two fingers and eased his cock in between them. His forceful body smashed against hers, plunging forward, pulling back and joining their bodies to move as one.

He sat up and pulled one leg up to his shoulder. Holding it tight against his chest, he plundered her, harder and deeper. Increasing intensity, he shook her with every thrust. His hard cock spasmed with her.

Tighter she gripped on his rod, closer she came to climaxing for a second time. “Oh, Oscar! That’s it!” She writhed on his dick. Aroused again with a second orgasm. “I’m—!”

“Not without me.” He jammed his cock in for a deep impact and crashed his chest down on hers. “I love you,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair.

Over her shoulder, his hot breath exhaled on her neck. His concentrated thrusts heated up her pussy and his first orgasm ripped from him.

“I—looooovvvvveeee—arrrrgggggghhhhh!” He trembled, forcing out every ounce of

hot sticky cum into her tunnel.

His chest heaved heavy on hers, exhausted from his orgasmic release. “Liz,” he expelled in a sigh and rolled to her side. “How the hell?”

“What?” She scratched her nails up and down his spine.

“How the hell did it get better the second time?”

She pulled him to his back, draped her body over his, and kissed him passionately. “Because now I love you. All of you.”

His eyes were full of everything he’d wanted to say since they met, but didn’t need to say now. She accepted his apology again, this time without words and wiggled her fingers down to his cock. Tickling it gently she suggested, “We did get a little messy and there is a giant shower.” She smiled. He bucked her up.

“Race you there.”

Chapter Forty Seven

They made love all night. In the morning they were inseparable. Either they were holding hands, or kissing or just nudging knees, they kept in contact.

“The car is here for the return trip to the airport,” Faith said while valets carried out two dress bags and the makeup bag of toiletries.

“We came with nothing and leave with an elevator full. How does your world work?” Liz asked.

“Normally, not like this. Faith we need to rush,” Oscar said, holding the hotel door open for the women. “With the time difference we’ll be cutting it close to Nana’s birthday party. And I’m not showing up late.”

“Did you get her gift?”

“We’re stopping on the way out.” Oscar pulled back Liz’s hair and kissed her along her collar bone. “What kind of jewelry does this neck want?”

“Mmm, jewelry,” Liz cooed and climbed into the back seat of the limo. “I’m a simple gal. I’d rather have just your lips on my neck.”

“Chill or I’m sitting up front,” Faith said.

In the store, Oscar had an idea of what he wanted to purchase for his Nana, but he let Liz shop along, staring in the cases. “How about a heart pendant? Or a ring with a gemstone? Do you like rubies?”

Liz stroked the indention on her wedding ring finger. She knew he wasn’t proposing a large diamond engagement ring, but it was in her thoughts that she didn’t want another large flashy piece of jewelry. “Let’s just focus on your Nana. This trip.”

“You heard the lady,” he said to the associate who was hovering around. “We’d like to see a pendant for a more mature woman. Something to showcase the loved ones of her life.”

“Right this way. I may have the piece you’re looking for.” The salesman led them to a case with many necklaces. They were clear and looked like the jewelry version of a plinko game. Several golden rods held multi-colored stones. The spacing allowed them to jiggle, but stay in place.

“Those are lovely.”

“Thank you.” The salesman cocked his head and offered a necklace for closer inspection. “See each stone represents a child or grandchild and you can customize it with their birth stones.”

“That’s perfect. Can you gift wrap it?”

“Of course. What stones will you be ordering?”

This stumped Oscar. There was no way he knew all of his relatives birthdays. “Let me call Shirley. It’s going to be about thirty and use all diamonds.”

“All diamonds sir?”

Oscar pulled out his phone for the call and with it a business card. He passed the card over to the salesman and turned his back for the call.

“Yes sir, Mr. Wallace. “I’ll start counting diamonds.”

Staying close to his side, Liz listened in on Oscar’s half of the conversation. He secured the number of relatives, thirty two, for the piece of jewelry. Then Oscar nodded his head.

“No don’t—Hello Nana.”

“Yes, I’ll be there.” He smiled at Liz. “Yes, she’s coming with me.” He nodded his head again. “No, Nana you like Julie. Yes, you do. Yes, Stacie will be there.” His eyes widened in surprise. “Yes, she’s here.” He held the phone out to Liz. “She wants to talk to you.”

“Me? No,” Liz mouthed, backing up a step. He shook the phone. “Hello, Mrs. Nana Wallace.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “Okay, Nana.”

“Yes, I know. I will. Yes, he should have told me.” She wagged a finger at Oscar. “I did it. He understands. I can’t wait to meet you too. Okay, goodbye.” Liz hung up the phone. “She’s very upset with you,” she said to Oscar.

“Don’t be surprised if she calls me out during the party.”

With the gift wrapped and tucked in a pretty white bag, the couple returned to the waiting limo and rode to the airport, laughing about how hard Nana was going to be on Oscar for hiding his billions from Liz. On the jet, mid-flight Liz changed into a knee-length dress appropriate for the party. Oscar switched out his shirt for a white button down, keeping his tight jeans on.

Faith said her goodbyes at the airport and Oscar drove the rest of the way to Westin in his pickup truck. They were home. He didn’t have to play the part of a billionaire anymore. He could be himself in his hometown.

The Westin Community Center parking lot was jammed full when they arrived. Every relative of Sophia Opal Wallace had turned out. The main hall meeting room was decked out in the finest decorations a billionaire’s budget could buy from the small town. Aunt Shirley, who’d overseen the party planning insisted on buying local.

In the center of the room, standing in front of an oversized throne was Oscar’s Nana. She weighed no more than her age, but she controlled the room. The minute Oscar and Liz stepped in, they were compelled to walk to her first. She brought a billionaire to tears when he kissed on the cheek and Liz marveled at her beauty.

“My dear, finally.” She held her arms out and Liz leaned into her hug. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said in her ear. “You two look beautiful together.” She took them each by the hand and clasped them all together. “My most handsome grandson. Take good care of him.”

“Here Nana.” Oscar offered the gift.

“Shame on you. I don’t like presents.” She wagged her finger and took the bag. “What is it?” she asked with no intention of opening the package.

“Another necklace,” he confessed.

“Humph, I have one.” She hooked her finger around a chain and pulled up a pendant with a gold locket on it. “Your grandpa gave his to me.”

“And you don’t need two. I understand.” Oscar tucked the bag on Liz’s arm. “We’re going to say hi to dad.” He kissed her hand and stepped back before she could start in on his keeping Liz away from his father too.

Over the next two hours Liz was introduced, hugged, and gushed over by countless relatives. In his father, Liam she saw glints of Oscar. His sister reminded her of her own sister. And all the kids danced around making her head spin with happy family thoughts.

She was finally able to sit in peace when the birthday cake was brought out. “Wow.” She dropped her head on Oscar’s shoulder.

“They are a pretty overwhelming bunch.”

“I don’t think I’ll remember anyone’s name.”

“You look exhausted. Let’s go.” Oscar refused the swag bag at the door, but the young cousin insisted that Liz take one home. It was full of seeds, samples, and all sorts of products from Westin business owners.

“Whose bed do you want to sleep in tonight?”

Chapter Forty Eight

Liz chose Oscar’s. The next day they played house in the billionaire’s mansion. The next evening, Oscar took a chance and drove Liz to the one place he’d been hoping he could share with her since the first night they met.

Before leaving the neighborhood of houses with five car garages, Oscar stopped the truck.

“Open the glove box.”

Inside was a thin black box. In the box was a black silk scarf. “What is this for?” Liz asked even though she had an idea of what he had in mind.

Oscar took the scarf and wrapped each end around a fist. “I have something to show you, but first I’ll have to tie this around your eyes. Do you trust me?” She nodded and let him tie the silk scarf on her.

Along the blindfolded drive her other four senses were heightened. Every bump and swerve felt extreme. She was excited and terrified at the same time. The truck came to a halt and Oscar slid his hand up her thigh. “Not there yet.” She could’ve orgasmed right there. She was so sensitive to his gentle touch.

The seat pulled back and with it Oscar’s hand. The truck moved again and Liz rode in silence, questioning every full spin of the wheels.

The truck turned sharply and she was thrown off balance toward the passenger door. “Where are we?”

“Almost there.” He pulled her back by her knee. “You should hold for this next part.”

He wasn’t kidding. The turn of the truck forced Liz closer against Oscar. It felt like they were driving in circles. The circling stopped, but the truck didn’t.

“Keep the blindfold on, please,” Oscar said, turning off the motor.

She listened to the sound of the driver’s door open and shut, then quick footsteps echoing around the truck, and finally her own door opened. Oscar scooted his arm behind her back and helped her out of the cab.

“Just a few steps more,” he whispered.

The chill of the evening air blew over her. They were outside.
But where?
Liz heard traffic in the distance, but no other sounds. She searched for whispers of onlookers, but heard none. They were somewhere alone.

“Can I take it off?” She anxiously held her hands on the silk scarf.

“Almost. Not yet.” Oscar’s voice was strong and loving behind her ear. “I have something to tell you first.” He turned her to him and she felt him staring into her eyes even with the blindfold on. “Before you walked into the Buckeye, I’d
never had the pleasure to know a woman quite as beautiful as you. You’re extraordinary Liz. Both on the inside and the outside and I’m humbled that you chose me.”

Tears were forming and Liz tried to hold them back. She squeezed the sides of the fabric blocking her view of the man she loved. “Let me look now.”

She felt him step behind her and position her by the shoulders. “Count to ten.”

She did and pulled the scarf down to hang around her neck. She opened her eyes and in front of her was a delighted sunset painting the sky in red and orange hues. The view took her breath away.

“Do you love it?” Oscar asked from behind her.

She turned and he wasn’t on one knee, but he didn’t need to be. Not yet. “I love you.
Serving drinks at the Buckeye, giving kisses to your Nana, protecting your daughter, laughing with your friends, or building a billion dollar company. Everything that you do I want to be by your side while your experience it.” She breathed his air, caressed his lips, and gave herself to him to love, unconditionally.

Oscar pledged his unconditional love to her too. They stood in each other’s arms enthralled in their love until the sun dipped completely down into the horizon. When the blackness of the night came, they hopped in the truck and drove to the Buckeye, returning to where it all began.

Bartender, Entrepreneur, Artisan, their Professions Vary, but their Desire for True Love is the Same.