Page 103 of Beautiful Life
“Whatever,” she mumbled, lifting her hips again hoping to find my mouth.
Finally.
I lifted my head to look up at her from between her legs. “I’ll get it myself. That way we don’t have to go together. I’ll go tomorrow.”
“Great,” she managed sarcastically before I dip my head one more time to pull her clit into my mouth, hard this time while using my teeth and she came instantly. Letting her go, I crawled up and immediately surged into her slick wetness with nothing between us, loving the feel of her.
She was still breathing hard. “That wasn’t fair.”
“I know.” I started to move faster.
“You’re crazy, Tony Carpino. I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Look who’s talkative now, Leigh Carpino.” I couldn’t control myself—I was close and needed to move.
“It must be rubbing off,” she kept on as she threaded a hand through my hair to hang on.
“Gem,” I moaned into her ear.
“Harder, Tone.” Her breath quickened and I felt her contract around my dick.
I gave her what she wanted and could feel and hear her moan at the same time I shot into my wife, staying planted deep.
Other than car shopping, married life with Leigh has been everything I could have hoped for and more. Grinning just thinking about car shopping, I walk around Leigh’s new car that I think is the shit and she finally admits is just okay. I walk into a silent and quiet house, wondering where she and Fin are since they’re never far apart.
“Leigh?” I look around and finally see her sitting outside in the middle of the yard, ass to the ground with her dog.
I move to the deck door and down the stairs to the patio and yard. She’s sitting with her long bare legs crossed, wearing shorts and a tee, with Fin laid out in front of her while she’s scratching his back.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I sit with her in between my legs, fitting my chest to her back.
“We were playing fetch and he got tired.” She leans into me without looking away from her dog. “How was basketball and your meeting?”
“Good. And better. But I have news for you. You want the good or the bad first?”
She twists to look at me. “Bad news?”
I pull the band out of her hair letting it fall down her back and go on. “Kind of bad. I got a call from the DA this morning. Two nights ago, Preston was pulled over and didn’t pass a sobriety test. He was arrested. His blood alcohol level was high, as in pretty damn high.”
Cocking her head to the side she asks, “What does that mean?”
“It means he’s violated his probation. He’s in jail now and I don’t think he’s getting out. In fact, he’ll be there for a while.”
Her brow furrows. “What’s the bad news?”
It’s my turn to cock my head. “I guess I thought any news about Preston would be bad.”
Giving her head a shake, she looks back to her dog. “I guess it’s not good or bad, just news. I don’t care about Preston or what happens to him. I do everything I can not to think of him. Although it is a little ironic he’s in jail for violating his parole by drunk driving when I just donated over half his money to Tina’s treatment center.”
I shrug. “That is ironic. Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have told you.”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant I don’t care what happens to Preston. What’s the good news?”
“Okay then,” I start, thinking she’s in a weird mood but move on. “They offered me partner today.”
She jerks around in my arms, smiling this time. “They did?”
I smirk back at her. “Yeah.”
