Текст книги "Danny's Main"
Автор книги: Lisa N. Paul
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Chapter Thirty
Remove The Space
SOMETHING WAS GOING on with his wife. He’d noticed it for weeks and done his goddamned best to let her figure it out on her own. But enough is enough. He wrapped a towel around his freshly showered waist. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this today.
The rich smells of coffee and bacon led him to the kitchen, where Julie’s firm yoga-pant-encased ass had his mouth watering more than the breakfast foods. Sweeping her hair to her left shoulder, Danny nibbled on her neck. “Mmm, better than bacon any day of the week.”
When her hips tilted back and rubbed against his rapidly growing erection, she looked over her shoulder and purred, “Mmm, better than sausage any day ever.”
“Fuck...”
Before either the play or the breakfast could go any further, the phone rang.
“Don’t get it,” Danny gruffed.
“Dan, it’s seven thirty on a Saturday morning. If someone is calling this early, I answer the phone.”
She wasn’t wrong. While everyone knew they were early risers, everyone, even his dad and Chester, also knew not to call someone’s house before nine in the morning. If the phone was ringing, no matter how badly he wanted to slide into his wife, the phone needed to be answered.
“Hi, sweetie. Is everything okay with you and Max?”
Danny poured them each coffee and filled their plates with food.
“Okay,” Julie drew out the word. “No, it’s totally fine. Of course we’ll be here.”
The lilt in her tone grabbed Danny’s attention. Was something wrong with Janie? Max?
“You got it, Janie. We’ll see you then. No, don’t bring food, honey. We’ll order in. Bye.” Julie placed the phone on its cradle, grabbed the butter from the refrigerator, and sat in her chair at the kitchen table.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Danny blurted. “Woman, you actually gonna make me ask you what that was all about?”
“What what was all about?”
Her innocent reaction amused him. “Nice try, honey, but spill. Seriously.”
“She apologized for the early call, but was worried that if they waited too long to call, we’d be busy. They want to see us for lunch today.”
Danny rose from his chair and paced. “She say if anything was wrong?”
He searched his wife’s eyes for answers, but he only saw confidence when she answered that Janie sounded fine, happy even. It would be hours until he saw them with his own eyes, and worry churned in his gut as he paced the main room, breakfast all but forgotten.
“I wonder what’s so important that Max and Janie are coming over here to speak with us instead of just waiting till tomorrow at Sunday dinner,” Danny questioned for the third time since receiving Janie’s phone call just minutes before. Julie opened her mouth to speculate, but Danny’s follow-up question was quicker. “Jules, they’re okay, yeah?”
His normally gruff voice sounded uncertain. He was worried about his family. Nothing bad was ever allowed to happen to them. Not ever. Obviously his dad, Anita, and even Chester were advancing in age, and while it pained him to know a day would come when they would no longer be around, that was something he and Julie would have to deal with. But when it came to the kids—their kids—bad things were unacceptable. End of story.
“Yes, honey,” Julie reassured him again. “After all, she just got engaged to the man of her dreams.”
She crossed the length of the room, not stopping until her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her hands climbed his torso, fingers splayed so every muscle could be felt under her loving touch. He smiled as they continued their ascent, not slowing until her soft palms glided over his salt-and-pepper whiskers. She locked her hands around his neck, sifting her fingers through his hair. The touch sent shivers up his spine.
“And I know how that feels.” Tilting her head back, she looked him straight in the eyes. “Not even my dreams could have compared to the reality you’ve given me.”
Danny exhaled, holding her chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Woman, you’ve made it so damn easy to love you all these years.” The crinkles framing his eyes deepened as his trademark smirk made an appearance. “I’m so fucking grateful. Jules, you have been honest, supportive, and loyal since day one, and that makes me the luckiest son of a bitch around.” His brows waggled with sexual suggestions. “I don’t give a shit what those kids think they have goin’ on between the sheets—no one, I repeat, no one, can hold a candle to us.”
“Danny.” Breathless and trembling, Julie exhaled, her desire an electric current just waiting to connect with the right target.
“Not kidding. Closing in on thirty years, baby, and I still see you at work and think of new ways to fuck you till you scream my name. It’ll never get old with you, honey. Never.”
Her soft lips opened a mere second before his mouth ravaged hers. Taking what he needed, he gave what she wanted and unleashed the hunger that only she had ever brought out in him.
She hummed as he pressed her flush against the wall. Arms above her head, a whimper escaped her when he wedged his thigh between her legs and captured her wrists in one of his large hands. God, he loved her. She owned him. She thought it was the opposite, even after all their years together, but the fact was, she owned him.
“Love it when your nipples rub against me,” he growled, dragging her cotton T-shirt up her torso and over her lace-covered breasts. “Fuck, Jules.” Effortlessly, he unhooked her bra and dropped it. “These tits…”
He sucked her full breast into the warmth of his mouth. With each swipe of his tongue on her sensitive peak, more gooseflesh blanketed her body. So responsive. Twenty-eight years together, twenty-seven of them married, and such a simple move still caused such an enormous reaction.
Cool air prickled her wet skin, making her nipple pucker beautifully, the moment he released it from his mouth. His adoration lasted only a second before his tongue swept over the other sweet, neglected breast. Lick after lick, sharp tugs, and warm suckles had her writhing in his arms within seconds. His free hand began its descent down her naked torso as a small smile touched the corners of her mouth. Their game was about to begin, and she loved to play.
He slipped his hand into her yoga pants, and all play ceased. “What do we have here, my love?” Slate eyes stared at him with what could have been insecurity or a challenge. It was the moment he’d been waiting for, so he treaded lightly. “Panties?”
“Actually, babe, it’s a thong. You know the difference, one covers my ass and one...goes up it,” Julie teased.
She’s being playful…
“I figured with Janie and Max coming over—”
Danny ran his fingers along the waistband of the pale blue thong. But she’s guarded. What the hell? “You were already dressed when they called to say they were stopping by.”
Her breath faltered when his gaze dropped to the offending cloth.
“Try again, honey,” he said. “And remember, even though Saturday nights at the bar are long and busy as hell, I can find plenty of time to drag you away to the office, noticed or not. I don’t care what our partners think is happening back there as long as they don’t see what’s mine.”
He felt her shiver and relished that he still had that effect on her. She knew damn well what he was capable of doing to her behind closed doors, but there were times when his sweet woman topped from the bottom. He knew when she was doing it, and he knew when she needed it. At those times, he let her have control. If it would get her to open up, he’d let her have control now. But only so far, for so long.
“I…I—”
The tear of satin replaced Julie’s lack of words.
Danny tucked the torn panties into the pocket of his jeans. His stare was as bold as his voice was whisky rough. “You haven’t been yourself for a couple of weeks, Jules. I tried to heed the advice I’ve heard you give the kids, and even though it’s been fucking brutal, I’ve done my best to give you some thinking space.” He slipped his hand down the front of Julie’s yoga pants and leaned forward, his lips touching the shell of her ear. “We don’t do well with space, baby. Do we?”
Julie shook her head, her eyes sliding closed. His fingers parted her smooth, slick folds and entered her body.
“So wet for me.” Touching her made him throb, but he refused to allow amazing chemistry to deter him from what was going on in his wife’s mind. She was the most important thing in the world. Sex would come after he found out what was bothering her. His thumb gently rubbed circles over her swollen clit, and he swallowed her soft moan as she grinded herself against his hand. “Already so greedy, honey?” His movements stopped, leaving her balance unsteady. She wore a look that jostled between frenzy and frustration, pleasure and pain.
“I need more, Danny,” she whimpered.
“So do I, Jules. Tell me what’s bothering you.” His thumb swept over the sensitized bundle of nerves just as his teeth nipped her earlobe. “Tell me, and I’ll make this better.” His deep rumble, along with another graze to her clit, had her nipples drawn tight and arousal pooling around his fingers. “I’ll make everything better, baby, always. It’s time to remove the space, Julie.”
“I love you, Danny. I’m yours.”
“Thank God for that.” His usual response to her declaration should’ve felt tired, worn out, but every time he said those four words, her eyes glowed, “Now, remove the space.”
“I wish I could have given you more.”
His breath hitched at her words, his own stuck in his throat.
“When I couldn’t, I should’ve been selfless enough to walk away,” she said. “Now Max and Janie are starting their life. They want children, a family, and I fear that they’ll go through what we did. I want more for them. I want them to have it all.”
Time stopped. Her face paled as Danny removed his hand from her core and placed inches between them. Space. Until recently, he had never allowed it been between them, but in that moment, with his world spinning off its axis, an emotional chasm, coupled with the physical distance, felt unbearable. Heartbeats and shallow breaths continued to fill the room as tears leaked from Julie’s eyes. After a moment, she lifted her gaze to his.
“Broken,” he rumbled with a hoarse voice.
“What?”
“Had you ever left me, if you ever do, I’d be broken. I wish for Max and Janie—hell, for all of them—a marriage exactly like ours. We’ve lived hard, baby, but loved even harder, and there is nothing, not one fucking thing, that I’d do over if given the chance. We’re here now because we were there then. We have seven amazing children when we may have only had one. Wouldn’t change a fucking thing, baby. Not one thing. Question is, would you?” In his heart he knew her answer—he’d never doubted it over the years—but seeing the pain in her eyes made him need the words.
“No, Danny. Not one minute. That’s why I feel selfish. Because even if you wanted me to, I could have never let you go.”
***
INSTANTLY THE DISTANCE between them was erased. He cradled her in his arms and walked her through their ranch house to the master suite.
“I think it’s time we revisit the past, you and I. Because it seems like maybe you’ve forgotten some things along the way.” He dropped soft kisses along the top of her hairline. “I intend to remind you exactly how things between us went. But first, you need to get naked.” He sat her on the mattress, and slid her pants around her thighs.
“I’m pretty much there, Danny. It’s you who is overdressed for this occasion.” Gone was the wall that she’d erected between them, evaporated like sugar over warm pastry.
His large hand held her face gently. “Then get me naked, honey. Need to feel you on my skin.”
Blood coursed through her veins like a river that had broken through a dam. While it hadn’t been long since she’d felt his touch, it had been weeks since her soul was bared. His metal belt buckle clanked, bringing her lust-frazzled mind back to the task at hand. Jeans unbuttoned, fly unzipped, pants and boxer-briefs lowered, all done between shallow breaths and racing heartbeats but with steady hands. Julie looked up at hungry eyes that consumed her and every move she made.
His voice was low, seductive. “Take off your pants, spread your legs, and touch yourself. I wanna see how wet your pussy gets while your lips are wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh, my…” Heat pooled at her naked core, making her brazen. Two of her fingers inched down her torso, between her folds, and dipped into her most intimate place.
“Open your eyes and show me,” Danny commanded.
She hadn’t realized her eyes had fallen closed.
He bent forward and pulled her hand to his mouth. One finger at a time touched his tongue. “Mmm, so goddamn sweet.”
She became more aroused with each heated suck. She tugged his jeans the rest of the way down and latched onto his cock like a starved woman. His groan became her music, his thrusts her rhythm.
“Fuck me,” he roared, pulling out of her mouth. “Plans changed, baby.”
She watched in awe as he shucked his pants from his feet, whisked her onto his lap, and lay flat on his back.
“A taste wasn’t enough, honey. I need that sweet pussy in my mouth just as much as you want my dick down your throat.”
His words made her tremble as she scooted up his torso.
“Mmm, that’s right, straddle my face. I wanna inhale you.”
The moment his hot tongue touched her clit, her knees slid out from under her, planting her most intimate place against what she’d consider his most lethal. With him not only offering wonderful service but also a delectable meal, Julie wrapped her hand around his hard cock and pumped until his moan vibrated into her clit. Oh, sixty-nines were so good.
Her mouth watered as she massaged the length of him with her tongue, delighting in his every groan. When his thick fingers slid into her pussy, she grinded against his face with reckless abandon, loving the way his scruff added to the friction and brought her higher. She wanted to bring him with her, wanted him to explode when she did. Opening her throat, she sucked him down until her lips touched his pelvis.
“Jesus Christ, Jules, fuck.”
She increased her suction as she slowly released him almost completely before deep-throating him again.
“No, baby, you first,” he pleaded before pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking with perfect pressure while thrusting his fingers into her pussy. “Mmm, tastes like candy.”
When his fingers hit her g-spot while his tongue was still wrapped around her clit, white spots filled her vision. Her body crested into bliss she’d never tire of experiencing. With his gentle fingers giving her more pleasure, she licked salty liquid off the tip of his cock and hummed while doing it.
“So good,” his whispered voice came from behind her.
She could do better. She could give him what he’d just given her—brilliance. Pulling him in with practiced rhythm, she hollowed her cheeks and once again deep-throated him. She lightly caressed his balls, nearly smiling when he grabbed onto her ass cheeks and his hips thrust up, fucking her mouth.
Repeating the motion, Danny groaned, then panted. “Jules, fuck…fuck, Julie. I’m gonna come, baby.”
And when he did, she greedily swallowed what he gave her.
***
“THAT WAS…WOW.” Danny could barely speak as he tangled his fingers through his wife’s hair. How was it possible for sex to still feel new after almost thirty years? Hell, they hadn’t even had intercourse, and he was sated. He didn’t want to question it; he just knew that he was a lucky man. Soft fingertips drew familiar patterns on his chest. He loved those damn figure eights.
“It really was…wow.” Julie’s head rested on her hand, her elbow propped up on the bed, and her eyes found his. “I’m sorry, Danny. I shouldn’t have kept my feelings from you. You’d think I’d have learned by now, and truthfully, I have. I guess just seeing them all starting their lives and knowing how many things can go wrong for them made me nervous.” Her eyes darted to the side, then back to him, a misty sheen over the gray. “I may not be their mom, but I love them. I want to protect them.”
Danny looked at his wife, his life partner, the love of his life, and tucked some strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. “I was going to wait until our anniversary in July to give you your present, but I think today is the perfect time.”
Sitting up, he planted his feet on the floor and left his bed and his woman behind as he walked from their bedroom to the basement door, completely naked. Downstairs, he went to the corner where he’d been hiding his project, a labor of love he’d been working on for months. With contributions from Max, Janie, Ashley, Ryan, Kyle, Cate, and Lyla, Danny had finished the piece mere days before. Little had he known he’d be giving it to his bride early.
Hefting the five-foot-by-three-foot paper-wrapped, framed canvas over his shoulder, Danny made his way back upstairs and into the master bedroom, where Julie awaited him, wrapped in the bed sheet.
“Dan, what is that?”
Slowly, he unwrapped the art and turned to watch Julie’s eyes eat up the painting.
“Oh...Danny, my God. What…how…you made that, didn’t you?”
The way her lip trembled and her wide eyes filled with tears was all the reaction he could have ever asked for, but when his Julie nearly floated from the bed, reaching for the gift he’d created for her—his breath caught in his chest.
The textured painting was more than just a large tree. It was them. Their names and wedding date appeared carved in the thick, strong trunk. A tiny butterfly with bright pink wings floated next to their names. Danny knew the instant Julie’s eyes landed on the butterfly that the meaning of its presence was not lost on her. Roots twining beautifully into the ground were made up of Julie’s parents’ names, as well as Danny’s mom, dad, and Anita. Two roots grew together, twisting until they met with Danny’s, and they had Jeff and Neal’s names inscribed in them. Toward the top of the trunk, just before the branches sprouted, Chester Murray’s name and an intricate rabbit appeared branded in the wood. Watching Julie’s face brighten when she realized that the rabbit stood for a certain redheaded manager made Danny chuckle. But the fact was, Bunny had been there at the beginning of them and therefore couldn’t be forgotten. Danny watched Julie’s eyes roam farther up the tree.
Each leaf was painted on a separate piece of canvas and affixed to the large panel, giving the tree a layered, lively look. Hundreds of leaves in various shades of greens, each hand-cut (by Lyla or Cate) and hand-painted, though only a few had special designs. The kids had printed out pictures of what they wanted on their leaf so Danny could draw and paint them.
“Sheila and Chris are on here. Danny…” Her arm extended to the canvas, fingers about to make contact, but she abruptly pulled away.
“It’s okay, honey. You can touch it. The paint’s been sealed.”
Her long fingers once again reached out to the miniature O’Brian’s sign that hung on the leaf with Sheila and Chris’s name.
Just as in life, their kids’ leaves were paired off. Max’s had a tiny racecar and a checkered flag while Janie’s had an apple. Ashley’s leaf had a slanted crown sitting on a rainbow, and Ryan’s had a guitar. Kyle’s showed a broken brick wall with half of a face behind it. The eyes were smiling. Cate’s leaf had a hand holding a brick with a heart on it. Quite telling, no? While Lyla’s leaf, with a quill and a bottle of ink, was next to the rest of the kids, the one directly linked to hers was blank. Danny had high hopes it wouldn’t remain that way for long. Many leaves were painted and attached to the tree, beautiful and waiting for the time when their family expanded further.
“Danny, this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.” Her voice was thick with emotion and truth. “When did you do this? What made you think of it?”
“A wise woman once told me that a family didn’t have to come with blood, it only had to come with love.” Julie’s eyes widened, but Danny didn’t give her time to respond. “We’ve been building our family since the day we met. I thought it was time you saw, actually saw, what we’ve created together.” Danny pointed at the family tree. “There is nothing but love there, baby, because you made it that way. It’s always been about you. I love you, Julie Marcus.”
“Thank God for that,” she replied.
