Since this is the first time I've actually addressed you readers, let me just say thank you. For reading, commenting, all of it. Thank you.
Now I know this story is part of a bigger, much longer story. I thought, let em know where it begins and where it goes from there.
So, the beginning is 'Good and Bad', followed by 'Good, So Far', 'Good, Getting Better', and 'Best so far'. Then reality crashes in, in 'Bet..Wait, What?' Our Dari soldiers on with life in 'Moving On' and 'Moving On Again'.
But we all know, she's never loved anyone like she's loved Kian, as we see in 'Mov...Wait, They're Talking?' and we see that those feelings things are reciprocated when Kian sets about taking his wife back in 'Aaand They're At It Again.' And also 'Aaand They're Doing More Than Talking.'
And this is another first. A dedication. To a really coolguy who gave me the words I needed, I just didn't know I needed them until this one! So Duff, thanks! I couldn't have finished this one without you!
I still have no idea how I managed to get him to do this photo shoot. Honestly, I have no idea, but I think I'm really gonna enjoy this. I found a photographer who still worked with film and negatives and scheduled the shoot at our Montana ranch.
"What am I supposed to wear for this anyway?" I heard Kian call out from the master bedroom.
We've been kind of being fuck buddies for the last nine months and enjoying every second. So far. It reminded me of our beginnings. Hotel rooms have been our "home" pretty much since we began fucking. This is the first time we'll be together for more than a weekend in almost three years. A whole week in May, even. Spring here is amazing and reminds me of Ireland and my family. Flowers blooming, the scents of them filling the air filled me with a giddiness.
"I'm on my way up, babe." I called, carefully maneuvering the full laundry basket over the bannister and climbing the stairs. I almost dropped it on my feet when I walked in.
He stood in the doorway to the balcony, naked as the day he was born, gazing out over the green fields. All over tan, lighter on his ass. Wide shoulders tapering down perfectly to his still trim waist and sweet tight ass. Legs like tree trunks held him up. I must've made some noise, or he heard the revving of my quim... I mean, heart. Yeah, okay. He turned and my eyes crawled hungrily all over him.
"Let me take that." He grinned, taking the basket from my numb fingers and setting it on the bed. "Looks like another one of those moments where your brain clicked off."
"Oh, you heard that?" I asked hungrily drinking in the sight of my husband's amazing body.
"Yeah, I did. C'mere." His grin grew into a whole smile, his eyes happy and sparkling. Slowly he slid his hands up my neck, cupping my jaw and moving in close.
Fresh lavender scent rose from his still shower warm skin. I slid my fingertips over his hips and up his chest, palming both his firm pecs. He leaned in, letting his lips barely brush mine, making a groan escape from me. My hands slid over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Easy now, sweetness."
"I've missed you." I crooned, rubbing my forehead along his jaw, nuzzling eagerly into his neck.
"Your photographer will be here any minute."
"Damn myself."
"Your idea."
"I remember but damn." I pressed my forehead to his chest, my hands sliding around his waist.
"What am I wearing?"
"My favorite shorts."
"That's it?"
"I'll get you a couple of shirts when my brain turns back on."
"Fine." He dropped a kiss to my forehead before turning to his dresser. He opened a drawer, pulled out my favorite pair of his shorts. Old, faded, button fly blue jeans, cut years ago, just below mid-thigh, frayed along the edge. Still just tight enough through his thighs to cling to those long, thick muscles, to hug his sweet ass. My brain shuts down completely and I drool when he wears them.
With serious effort, I dragged my gaze from his delectable body and into his closet. I flicked through his fairly large collection of dress shirts, grabbing his white tuxedo shirt and his black leather vest. I kept searching for the one I saw in my dream last night. Deep in the back, tucked between his two full suits, I found it. Tropical. Blazing teals and oranges, slashes of yellow on a black background. I'd found it in Cabo San Lucas while wandering the bazaar. He'd laughed but he'd worn it the one night we actually went out for dinner. The rest of that night was absolutely magical.
"Hey, where'd you find it?" he asked as I came out of his closet.
"Buried." I answered, watching him shrug it on. Those happy sparkles were seriously dancing when he looked at me.
"That night is burned into my memory."
"Mine too." I purred, snuggling into him. His arms wrapped around me, warm and tight. The doorbell rang.
"Time's up." He growled softly.
"We have plenty at the moment. This isn't going to kill you." I grinned, leading him downstairs.
"I know but still..."
"C'mon, you'll like Jasmine."
"I'd rather have the vet pull my tooth."
"You've done publicity up the ying yang."
"That's work. And I still hated every second."
"This is for me. Us."
"Which is why I'm doing it at all." He grumped.
"Thank you, Key. I'll help you to enjoy this."
"Really? I don't see how." Was his bottom lip pooching out? Just a little pout?
"Just remember this over the next couple of hours, okay?" I felt him nod as I whispered in his ear, before he opened the door. "I'm really hot and wet for you right now. And watching you today is only gonna get me hotter... and hotter."
"Damn it." He groaned softly, before he pulled the door open. "Hi. You must be Jasmine. C'mon in."
"Hi Kian. Dari. I love your flowers out there."
"She planted them all over the place, makes it look more like a home than just a ranch." Kian smiled down at me.
"Thanks Jas. It took a few springs and falls to get it how I wanted it."
"Have you thought of any places yet where you want me to shoot? I know you said the barn and up at the lake."
"Both of those definitely. A couple spots here inside. Upstairs, to start with. I'll show you. C'mon." I grinned, leading Kian back up to the master, with Jasmine following behind him.
"The barn?" I heard him grumble behind me as we entered the bedroom.
"Ssh, love." I said, gently poking him in his belly. "I had an inspiration just a few minutes ago." I continued, watching as Jasmine pulled her camera from its bag. "Key, please go lean in the doorway again. Just like you were earlier."
"Really?" he said with a grin before going to the doorway. Again, he looked out, his elbow resting on the frame, his body stretched and relaxed. I heard Jasmine's camera clicking and whirring.
"Turn around, handsome." Jasmine called out and he did. His eyes fixed on me as he leaned on his shoulder, his arms across his chest. I know he saw me swallowing as his smile widened, as his eyes fired with his temporarily restrained lust. Just to remind him I mouthed 'I'm so fucking hot.' And watched him beam and laugh. More clicks, more whirs.
"Go stand with him. Let me get a few of the two of you." She said before she switched out lenses. With a smile, I walked into the arms of my big bad wolf.
His big hands slid around my waist and pulled me against him. I looked up into those amber eyes and I was instantly enthralled. My hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders, toying in the curls at the nape of his neck.
"Hello, my sweetness." He purred his hands roaming slowly up and down my back and coming to rest on the swell of my ass, pulling my heat tight against his hard cock and making me purr. I barely heard Jasmine's clicking and whirring over my own racing heartbeat, over the rushing passion in my ears.
"Mmmm, hello love. Kiss me."
"Like I mean it?" he grinned.
"Is there any other way?" I grinned back as his mouth descended on mine. Soft, barely touching lips. Click, whirr.
"You two are perfect together. Picture wise." Jasmine said, reminding us we weren't alone. I smiled up into his eyes, seeing his love for me shining there, feeling overwhelmed that he still feels this way. Click, whirr. "Okay my lovebirds, next stop."
"Mmmm, next stop, the living room." I said, feeling his fingers entwine with mine, feeling my heart flopping madly in my chest. "Stretched out on the couch, but from above. I'll show you. Key, the couch please?"
"I want one of both of us on the couch."
"Okay. As soon as I show her where, I'll be down." I said, kissing him soundly before nudging him down the stairs. I led her through the halls and around another corner to where Kian had opened the ceiling and second floor for a couple of skylights over his couch. I looked over the side to see him standing beside the overstuffed couch looking up at me and had to grin. "Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Stretch out like it's a lazy Sunday and you're napping off and on through the football games."
"I don't nap." He grumbled as he stretched out on the couch, his feet crossed at the ankles, his arms over his head.
"Hey Key, I had an idea."
"Shit. What is it?"
"Unbutton your shirt."
"Seriously?" His amber eyes flashed up at me.
"Please?" He sighed grumpily but opened his shirt, baring most of his chest.
"Ready for me now?" Jasmine teased beside me.
"Yeah. That's just how I saw him." I said softly. Click, click. Whirr, whirr.
"Go on down."
"On my way." I said loud enough for him to hear and headed down the old servant stairs. A few seconds later, I stood beside him again, seeing his eyes sharp and hungry.
"Get over here you sexy thing." He drawled softly, holding his arm out. I crawled onto him, snuggling into him, into his warmth. I slid my arm over his chest, my face inches from his, gazing besottedly into his eyes. "Mmmm, closer." He growled, pulling me on top of him, letting me feel how hard he is. "I want you, more than I ever have."
