His pleasure-filled voice in my ear, his fingers between my legs, his cock working tirelessly in and out of me and the sound of the rain falling against the roof all come together to create a symphony of pleasure through my body that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I tumble over the edge and my body clenches around Fisher’s cock as I come. His hand quickly moves from my hip and presses against my mouth, muffling my screams as my orgasm rips through me.
He follows right behind me, slamming his cock deep one last time before holding himself still inside of me. He buries his face into the back of my neck to muffle his own curses and shouts as he comes. His hips jerk against me as the tremors of his orgasm shoot through him until we both collapse against the counter, panting.
The rain continues to beat against the side of the inn and the room is suddenly lit up with lightning as Fisher keeps his weight on top of me while we catch our breath.
He finally speaks after a few minutes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll build you a new table. And Lucy?” he asks.
Pressing my cheek against the cold counter to cool it off, I reply to him with a sigh.
“Yes, Fisher?”
“Never, ever bring up Stan-Dick-Fuck-Ford in front of me again.”
He kisses the back of my neck before pulling himself off of me and I can’t hide the huge smile on my face as I turn and wrap my arms around him.
Chapter 36
Fisher
Present Day
“What in the fuck happened to the kitchen table?” Bobby asks in surprise, holding Ellie’s hand as they stare at the mess on the floor.
Lucy and I share mischievous smiles over the rims of our coffee cups while we lean against the counter.
“Oh, you know, something slammed into it. Repeatedly,” I tell him with a shrug as Lucy smacks me lightly in the stomach while I try to contain my laughter.
“So, anyway, how are you guys doing? How are you feeling, Ellie?” Lucy asks, changing the subject and busying herself with pouring Bobbie a cup of coffee and heating the teakettle for Ellie.
When Bobby told me a few months ago that Ellie was pregnant, I came close to punching him in the face. Even if Ellie hasn’t been my biggest fan after what I did to Lucy, she’s still like a little sister to me, and I didn’t really like the idea of my best friend knocking her up and not giving a shit. I was more than a little surprised to find out he was in love with her and the feelings were mutual, even though it took Ellie a little while to admit it. Lucy has been pushing her all summer to tell Bobby how she feels and she finally did it a few weeks ago. Bobby immediately bought her a ring and proposed to her the right way, getting down on one knee and telling her how much he loved her instead of demanding she marry him because she’s pregnant.
While Ellie and Lucy talk about pregnancy, morning sickness and what Ellie’s plans are for the wedding, Bobby jerks his head towards the door and we leave the women to talk while we head out onto the veranda.
Kicking back in the rocking chairs with our coffee cups, both of us prop our feet up on the deck railing and stare out at the ocean.
“I can’t believe you’re going to be someone’s father,” I tell Bobby.
“No shit. I’m going to be responsible for shaping someone’s mind and for being his or her role model. I can’t believe no one made me get a permit for that shit.”
We share a laugh as we sip our coffee and stare out at the haze over the water. Most of the summer tourists have started leaving the island now that we’re getting ready to enter into hurricane season. The sky has been more overcast lately and thunderstorms have been popping up sporadically all over the place. It won’t be long until the entire island will need to start inclement weather preparations. September on an island smack in the middle of a hurricane zone meant dragging out the sandbags and storm shutters and taking all of the patio furniture inside.
“Things with you and Lucy seem good,” Bobby muses, fishing for more information.
I’ve kept him as up to date as I could these last few months, not wanting to get into too many intimate details, but he knew I’d been concerned about Lucy keeping something back from me.
“They’re really good,” I tell him, unable to hide my smile. “We had a good… talk last night.”
I keep the chuckle to myself and tell my dick to stay calm when I think about what happened in the kitchen the previous evening. Jesus, how many months did I spend feeling guilty about that night I came home from my last deployment? It was the reason I started spiraling out of control, so certain Lucy hated me for what I’d done. I was such an idiot. Having her yell at me and push me and force me to lose control with her was scary as shit, but it was the best fucking thing that could have happened between us. She’s right, we’ve both changed and there’s no going back to who we used to be. I can’t be afraid with her and I can’t treat her like the quiet, shy girl she was when I married her. She’s the strongest fucking woman I know and she proved that last night. I feel freer and calmer than I have in a long time. I was absolutely holding myself back from her and it wasn’t fair to either of us. I never want her to think I don’t crave her so fucking much that I lose all sense of control. I might need time to myself every once in a while to work through my memories of the war, but I will never hold back any part of myself from her and I will always be open and honest about how I’m feeling.
“I’m glad you guys have worked things out, man. It’s good to see you happy again,” Bobby tells me.