Authors: Annalisa Nicole
“Aiden,” she whispers.
I never thought I’d get to do this again. I thought I had lost her, now she’s mine forever. I put all that emotion into pleasing Savvy. Her mews get louder as she reaches her breaking point. As her insides convulse around my finger, I remove my mouth, but keep my fingers working between her legs. I get up on my knees, quickly remove my fingers, then sink all the way inside her. She’s immediately pushed into a second, stronger orgasm. Her hips move in sync with mine. Each outward pull I remove myself almost to the tip, and then sink back in. She fists the sheets as I come close to my own release. Her left hand comes up to my arm, snakes around my back then she pulls me down to her. Her lips touch mine, I know she can taste herself on my lips, and it’s hot as hell.
“I’m coming,” I moan on her lips and still on top of her. As I pulse inside her, she continues to slightly move her hips up and down, intensifying my orgasm.
“Oh, God . . . Savvy . . . you drive me crazy, woman,” I grit between my teeth and still her hips.
“Crazy in a good kind of a way, or crazy in a bad kind of way?” she asks.
I remove myself from her and place most of my weight to the side of her, resting ever so slightly on her body. I kiss the center of her chest, look into her eyes and say, “Crazy in a you rock my fucking world kind of way.”
“Good,” she replies with a smile.
“I’d like to take a shower before we go over to your mom’s for dinner. Do you think you can help me?” she asks with a wicked smile.
“That was my original reason for coming in here to wake you up, to help you take a shower and get ready. And I can, so, help you take a shower,” I reply, pulling my body back over on top of hers. I’m thinking, I’m pretty hungry for second’s right about now.
“I like where your mind is going, googleybear, but I need help so I don’t get my cast wet. If you help me in the way your eyeballs are looking at me right now, my cast will end up a pile of wet, soggy goo,” she says, laughing. “Do you have a plastic bag and some duct tape?” she asks.
“I do. And I’m shocked by your mistrust. Scouts honor, I’ll just help you take a shower in a non-sexual way, I promise,” I tell her, holding up two fingers. “I’ll go grab a plastic bag out of the kitchen and get a roll of duct tape out of the garage,” I say, and get off her.
I head out to the garage to grab what I need, then grab a trash bag from under the kitchen sink and head back to our bedroom. Savvy is standing by the shower with her hand in the water testing out the temperature. I hold up the items, then place her cast in the plastic bag. I place two thick rubber bands around the top of the trash bag above her cast, then wrap it with duct tape, careful to not get it on her skin.
“How’d you learn how to do that?” she asks in awe, looking at my handy work.
“I broke my arm in the fifth grade. I was holding onto the back of Asher’s bike in a parking lot while wearing roller-skates. My shoelace came untied and wrapped around the back wheel, stopping me dead. Asher kept going, but I did a somersault and broke three bones in my left wrist, and two fingers. This is how my mom used to do it. You still need to be careful and not put it directly in the water, but it should be good to go,” I tell her.
She twists her arm back and forth a few times, smiles, then says, “Cool.”
She steps into the shower, and I get in directly after her. I turn her around and tip her head back in the warm, steamy water. I squeeze some of her shampoo in my hand, then lather her long beautiful hair. As I massage her scalp, her eyes close, then she hums deep in the back of her throat, sending my dick rock hard again. With the bubbles from the shampoo, I gently glide my hands over her upper shoulders and down her arms. I lace my fingers in hers, then move back up her arm. I thread my fingers in her wet hair, and rub my thumbs on her cheeks. Her eyes open, her head tilts to the side, and I can’t help it, she’s so intoxicatingly beautiful my lips come down on hers and I kiss her hard. I take her left arm and rest it on my shoulder. I take her right leg and slide it up my leg and up onto my hip. I back her up against the tiled shower wall and pull her other leg up on my hip.
“What happened to Scouts honor?” she whispers on my lips.
“I was never in the Boy Scout’s,” I reply on her lips.
She giggles, then reaches between us and grabs my dick, taking my breath away. She strokes me hard up and down several times, then she lifts herself up and sinks herself on top of me. Her right wrist comes to my other shoulder and she uses both for leverage as she lifts herself up and down on me. I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and squeeze, never letting go of her lips. She moans, and tears her lips away from mine. The back of her head rests on the tile as her face contorts with pure pleasure.
“Don’t . . .” she says, then moans.
“ . . . Stop,” she continues.
“Oh, God, please don’t stop.”
I lift her up and down with my hands on her ass as she comes undone. I remove her from the wall as her face goes to the side of my head as she continues to lift herself up and down. My arms and legs burn, but nothing compares to the burn in my chest from love for this woman. I glide my arms up and wrap them around her back, pulling her close as I come. Even in my tight arms, she ever so slightly continues to move up and down. I groan and moan as I continue to come hard.
Breathing hard, I set her on her feet and walk her back against the shower wall. I growl in her ear, and nuzzle the side of her face.
“You like doing that to me, don’t you?” I breathe in her ear.
“Like doing what?” she replies, innocently.
“Continuing to move while I come inside you, when I hold you close,” I reply.
“Boy Scout, I think you’re the one who likes it when I do that,” she says with a wicked smile.
We finish in the shower, then I help her get dressed. Putting on her bra is the hardest thing for her to do. I’ll admit I like taking her bra off way better than I like putting it on. Savvy insists she can do everything else herself.
After we’re both ready, I grab my keys and her hand and we head to my mom’s for dinner. Once inside the door, Savvy is immediately pulled away from me and brought over to the flock of hens. They’ll be talking about wedding planning no doubt. Asher hands me a beer, clinks the top of mine with his, then takes a swig.
“Funny. Last time we were all together with a beer, was at Ava’s house after her wedding. You were miserable and didn’t want any part of being there either,” he says, with a chuckle.
“I thought that was one of the worst days of my life up until we got to the bar,” I tell him.
“What was one of the worst days of your life?” Ava asks from across the room. Damn, these women have ears in the back of their heads.
“Your wedding day,” I quickly reply, sarcastically.
She sticks her tongue out at me, then turns around and goes back to talking to the girls.
“Dinner’s ready, everyone,” my mom says, coming out of the kitchen carrying a large tray of lasagna.
“Let me get that for you, Ma,” I say, jogging over to her. I set my beer on the table, then take the tray from her and set it in the center. I glance at the table and notice the vacant seat at the head of the table. That feeling of loss in my chest is still as fresh as the day he died.
We all take our seats and enjoy our meal. It’s loud, and crazy, and chaotic, and one of the best tasting meals I’ve had in a long time. I’m not sure if it’s because I have the love of my life sitting by my side, happy and healthy, or if my mom changed her lasagna recipe. Either way, life couldn’t be more perfect.
I stand and clink my fork against my wine glass. “If I could have everyone’s attention,” I say, then put the glass down. I take Savvy’s right hand and smile down at her. “Savvy and I have an announcement,” I continue.
“You do!” Willow gasps excitedly looking at Savvy. Savvy’s shoulders come up in the air in a
I have no clue what the what he’s talking about,
then she looks up at me.
“Savvy and I are engaged,” I say, looking around the table.
“We already know that dill bucket. We were there, remember?” Willow says, rolling her eyes. “Damn. I thought you had some other exciting news,” Willow continues, wagging her eyebrows at Savvy. Savvy’s eyes bug out of her head at Willow. Holy hell! I know we Wellington’s do everything in hyper drive, but what did Willow think I was going to say?
“Well, the rest of you all got to clink glasses and make a spectacle out of yourselves announcing your engagement at family dinner. I didn’t want to be left out,” I tell them and take a seat.
“Oh, the poor baby didn’t want to feel left out,” Ava says across from me, in a condescending baby voice.
I take my fork, dig it into my peas, turn it around, put my finger on the top of the tines, and launch a forkful of peas straight at Ava’s head. About ten of them land directly in her face with a thud, and fall onto her plate of food. Her mouth opens, her eyes close, then she scoots her chair backwards without saying a word and stands up.
“Oh, no, no, no, you just did not do what I think you just did,” she says in a calm voice. “Jax, hold my napkin,” she continues, slapping her napkin on Jax’s chest.
“FOOD FIGHT!” Adrian shouts.
“No!” my mom screams, grabbing a bottle of wine off the table.
“Too late,” Ava says, then digs her hand into the Caesar salad bowl. She hurls a handful of salad in my direction.
I duck out of the way, but it hits Savvy in the chest. Shay busts out laughing, points at Savvy’s face, grabs a dinner roll then ducks behind Adrian.
Ava shrieks in frustration that she missed me, then she digs her hand into the butter dish, grabbing a fist full of soft butter. I quickly grab my nephew, Noah, and pull him in front of my body.
“You wouldn’t hit your innocent, adorable, little nephew now, would you?” I ask, peeking around Noah.
“Do it, Aunt Ava,” Makayla shrieks, jumping up and down.
“No, she wouldn’t. But I’d walk around the table and do this,” Jax says standing next to me.
I turn my head to see him reaching for my pants. He pulls the back of my pants out and shoves an entire handful of mushy lasagna down my backside. Ava stands on her chair clapping, and breaks out in a fit of giggles.
My mom comes walking out of the kitchen banging a wooden spoon on the side of a pot. “Children!” she shouts. We all cease fire, hands midair, dripping with food and look at my mom. “Honestly, I thought you all knew better than this!” she continues.
“I’m sorry mom, but Aiden started it,” Ava says.
“Aiden started it,” I mock in a singsong sarcastic voice back to her.
“No, I mean this is the way to get back at the person who started it,” she says, putting her hand on Savvy’s shoulder. She climbs on top of Savvy’s chair, then with both hands, she raises the pot over my head and pours an entire pot full of water over me. It wasn’t just water, either. She took the time to dump an entire container of ice in the pot first.
Savvy
When the food fight started, I didn’t know what to think. The one thought running through my head is that these people are freaking awesome! I watched in awe as food sailed over the table and splatted on people. I watched Jax stick his bare hand right in the lasagna dish and take a huge scoop. Then I watched him slink away from Ava with a monster grin on his face. Aiden never even saw him coming because he was too focused on making sure Ava didn’t pelt him with food. Samantha also walked around the table, tugged on my arm to stand up and move out of the way. She disappeared into the kitchen, but came back out holding a metal pot and a wooden spoon just as more people started throwing dinner rolls at each other. She banged her spoon on the pot, then put her hand on my shoulder so she could stand on my chair. Then she turned to Aiden and dumped the water on his head. I think I peed my pants a little from laughing so damn hard. Mrs. W is a freaking awesome chick.
Everyone joined in laughing after that. Asher walked over to Aiden, put his hand on his butt, and gave him a good squishy pat on the ass making sure to smear the lasagna into his ass.
“Congratulations on getting engaged, bro,” he says, as he gives one last good squish.
“Dude, really!” Aiden says.
“I thought about doing it myself, but I didn’t want to touch your nasty ass,” Amelia says.
After the food fight everyone cleans themselves up, then everyone helps clean up the mess. And it’s a huge mess. There are peas in the blinds, lasagna in the curtains, and dinner rolls in the china cabinet. After everything was clean, Samantha comes back out of the kitchen with a cake and sets it in front of Aiden. His face quickly lights up with a beautiful smile.
“Congratulations, son,” she whispers teary-eyed, then looks at me with a smile.
“I didn’t get a cake when I got engaged,” Asher whines.
“Actually, I think you did, you big baby,” Willow reminds him.
“No, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I think I would remember getting something as important as a cake. Can you make me one when we get home,” he asks, giving her puppy dog eyes.
“Uh . . . yeah, you did get a cake, but I’ll bake you one anyway,” she replies.
After cake, there are kids passed out on just about every sitting surface in Samantha’s family room. One by one, everyone collects their children, says their goodbyes with kisses and hugs, and leaves. Aiden and I are the last ones here.
Aiden disappeared a little while ago, but I’m not exactly sure where he went. I take a seat at the table, and look around at Samantha’s large, family dining room table and smile. Someday I hope to have my own large, family dining room table, and have my children and their spouses and my grandchildren all gathered around for Sunday dinner. I look down at my engagement ring and smile. I’m positive one day that will happen to Aiden and me. Samantha pulls out a chair next to me and has a seat. She takes my hand in a warm squeeze and smiles.
“Have you seen Aiden?” I ask her.
“I think he’s in Samuel’s study. The kids like to spend time in there. I think they feel the closest to their dad in there,” she replies in a broken whisper. “I’ve never seen Aiden so happy. Have you two thought about where you’d like to get married?” she asks in a more chipper tone.