LATCH (21 page)

Pulling up to Jeremy’s Connecticut beach house, I’m so happy to be here. Abby is fast asleep and I hate to wake her, but have to.

Leaning over, I kiss her on the lips. They are so soft and full, immediately awakening my cock. “Wake up, babe,” I tell her and her sleepy eyes blink a few times looking around.

“Where are we?”

“The beach house.”

“Already?”

“Yup, you must be tired.”

She stretches and I grab one of her tits. She looks down at my hand and grins at me with tired eyes. “I’m hungry,” she says.

“Well, the fridge is stocked for us, so you can eat all you want.”

We both get out of the car. The light of the day is still here, shining on our backs and gleaming out on the vast waters that surround Jeremy’s house.

“Is this place on an island?” she asks.

“Almost, more like a peninsula. It’s got one hell of a long driveway to get to it.”

She takes her shoes off touching her toes to the sand and walks down to the water.

Christ, she is so gorgeous.

Everything about her is perfect. From the way her hair falls down her back, to the way she loves the simple things in life, like the sand in between her toes.

Taking my shoes off, I walk to her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on top of her hair.

“It’s gorgeous here.” We both look out at the sprawling view and I have to agree; this is one of the most stunning places I’ve ever seen. Her stomach growls and I tell her, “Come on, let’s go inside and eat.”

Walking up to the house, there is a keypad on the door. I punch the code in and it unlocks. As we walk inside the open and bright beach home, I spot a note on the counter from Jeremy, it says,
Make yourselves at home!

I smile and look at Abby as she is already in the fridge. “Can we eat anything?”

“Yup!”

She pulls out a huge bowl of grapes and takes them to the couch.

“Don’t you wanna look around?” I ask her.

“Can I bring my grapes?”

“Your grapes can come.”

After showing Abby around the house, she is back to sitting on the couch in the same spot as before. I head to the car to grab our bags and call Jeremy.

“Did you make it in okay?” he asks in his usual fast paced tone.

“We did. Thanks again for thinking of me. Abby loves it here.”

“Of course, it’s what friends do. Listen, I looked into that paparazzo and from what they are saying it sounds like he’s not pressing charges.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, apparently not.”

“Thanks, man. Abby will be so relieved.”

“Good. Before I spill the beans, have you told your dad about the baby?”

“Fuck no, he’d try to claim it like it was his and have it on a bike by the time it was two.”

Jeremy laughs and says, “All right, I’ll keep quiet. Thank God the old guys don’t use computers.”

“For sure, man.”

“I hate to run, but I have another call that I have to take. Call me if you need anything at all.”

We hang up and I get our bags out, enjoying the fucking view again. Going back inside, Abby is back in the fridge and I laugh at her. “Why don’t you let me make you a sandwich and we can walk on the beach?

She closes the jar of pickles that she’s holding and says, “Okay, I think the cravings have really started though.”

“Clearly.”

She crunches down on one and it almost hurts how violently she is eating the helpless thing. “Ouch,” I tell her, putting my hand over my junk.

“What?”

“Can you be a little more gentle?”

“It’s a pickle, babe.” She puts the last piece into her mouth and gives me a smile. I hug her, pulling our bodies together. My dick rubs against her and she licks her lips, then pulls away and drops to her knees.

She looks up at me as she unbuttons my shorts. I run my fingers through her hair. My cock is hurting, needing her. With my bottom lip tucked under my teeth, I watch her sexy ass in front of me, on her knees, so willing and ready to please me.

She takes my shaft into her hand and rubs me before wrapping those amazing fucking lips around the head. I groan, tightening my ass cheeks. Reaching for her head, I take a fistful of her hair, guiding her mouth up and down my length.

Her eyes are closed, no longer looking at me. Each movement sends a chill down my spine. She whines sucking me and I slowly rock my hips, giving her a little more of my dick each time. Worried that I am getting a little too rough, I let go of her hair and grip the counter, bracing my weight as she works me. Letting her take me where she wants, and very quickly, she swirls her tongue sucking me harder. Her hand has such a fierce hold around my cock, and I’m caught off guard when my orgasm starts and I look down at her pink lips and wide eyes. She’s watching me. Letting go of my release, I imagine all of the things that we have done together.

She moans when my cum enters her mouth, sucking up every last drop as she milks it out of me. My knuckles hurt from gripping the counter so hard, and when she finally slows her movements, she pulls away and says, “That’ll be a grand.”

I bust out laughing, “For a blow job?”

“Yes, for a blow job!” Her expression looks dead serious and then a smile morphs over it and I kiss her neck.

“You’re so bad.”

“I learned from the best.” She opens the fridge and I grab her by the shoulders, pulling her backwards and ripping her shorts off. She stands stunned, panting, and I know I’ve taken her unexpectedly. Lifting her on top of the counter, I lean down and drag my tongue between her slit. Her head falls back and I settle between her legs to take her out of this world, the same way that she just did to me.

Looking out at the ocean, I’ve got not a worry in the world. There are no paparazzi here and the news that the one from the other day isn’t pressing charges is incredible. I’m not sure why, or how we got so lucky…but we did. My eyes are on Latch as he plays in the waves like he’s a little kid and I can picture our son or daughter playing with him. He’s gonna be such an amazing dad.

We’ve been in Connecticut for a few days now and that means a few days closer to leaving, which I absolutely do
not
want to do. I love it here – the solitude of this quaint little beach town is perfect. I could picture us living by the water and doing just this every day.

The sun is hot and I need to cool down. Walking towards Latch, he dives under a wave and when he comes up from the water, he brushes his hair out of his face and wipes the water away from his eyes.

Walking to him, I have the biggest smile on my face and he asks me, “What?”

“Can we move here?” I ask as serious as ever.

He kisses me and pulls our bodies into the cool waters of the Atlantic. “You’d really want to?”

“Yeah, I mean, why not? What would make us raise our baby in the city, especially with how crazy the paparazzi have gotten? Besides Maris, there’s nothing there for us. Plus, she travels a lot, and when she’s home she could come stay with us for as long as she wants.”

He looks me in the eye, trying to read if I am being serious and then looks around at this amazing place and says, “You’re right, let’s move here.”

I smile as we are wrapped together and kiss him hard, getting a chill from the water, but quickly it drifts away as I am lost in the moment, in him, and the man that he is. Yeah, he might look like a badass, covered in tattoos and all muscular, but he is the most caring man I’ve ever known. He always puts me first and that’s the best feeling in the world. The waves crash against us and inside I feel like now is the right time to say those three little words. Pulling away, he holds my face and I search for my voice.

“I love you, Abby,” he says, instantly taking my breath away. With his hands still on the sides of my face, I hold on to his neck and respond, “Latch, I love you!”

He kisses me again and swoops me out of the water. This time carrying me back to our little oasis on the sand. As I look into his eyes, there is desire beaming from him. He wants me just as much as I want him.

Gently he lays me on my back on the soft beach blanket and then looks around to be sure there is no one in sight. “I’m going to fuck you, right here, right now, okay?”

I nod, rubbing my hand over his hard shaft. He grinds it against me a few times and then unties his shorts. I look down to see the head of his cock throbbing for me. Urging my hips upwards, with my swimming suit pushed to the side, he burrows his way inside of me.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he murmurs and I bite my bottom lip. His cock is my favorite indulgence in the entire world. Kissing my neck and pumping in and out of me, I hold on to his biceps as my knees are slacked to the side, letting him fuck me.

Heat spreads hotter than the sun through my body as each movement of his is matched with a grunt. “Yes,” I whine, tightening my pussy. He gets louder, kissing and sucking harder on the skin of my neck and chest and I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

Resting up on his arms, the full length of his body shrouds mine as he picks up speed. Yearning blazes in his eyes as we stare into the depths of each other’s souls. I whimper with every thrust, so close to coming. Loving how nothing else matters, except for us – this. It doesn’t make a difference that we are on the beach. All of the worries of the past or the shit that we have to face are gone, it’s just Latch and I and our love.

My pussy tightens, wanting to come and I fight the feeling, not wanting this to end. “Don’t do that,” Latch orders me, looking at me wildly and I release the grip I have on his cock. He keeps moving, fucking me so perfectly. I look to the sky as the sun shines down on us. My fingernails dig into his ass, loving what he’s doing.

“Fuck, Latch,” I fight the feeling, knowing he is close from the sound of his labored breaths. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open and I lose the battle. My pussy convulses, letting go, and I moan out as every single muscle in my body tenses. Latch strokes himself deeply, letting go right along with me. A stream of cum fills me as he let’s go, making my orgasm that much more intense. With every jolt of pleasure I’m facing, it is intensified by the wildness of his cock, pleasing me, riding me, and coming inside of me, only the way that Latch knows how to.

“How is she?” I ask Latch, as he hangs up the phone from talking to Maris.

“She’s good. She said she’s just been relaxing.”

“Nice, she deserves that,” I tell him, serving our dinner.

“She does. She was happy to hear the news about the paparazzo.”

I hand him a plate with his dinner on it and we head out back to eat on the deck that overlooks the ocean.

I set my food down and Latch pulls my chair out for me. “Why, such a gentlemen,” I tell him.

“Only for you,” he says and sits down himself. “So you really want to move here?”

“I do. I could see us being really happy here, couldn’t you?”

“Abby, I’m happy wherever you are.” He’s as genuine as ever and my heart gushes.

I watch him take the first bite of the chicken Florentine I made and smile when he closes his eyes, “Oh my God, this is amazing.”

“You like it?”

“I fuckin’ love it!”

I take a small bite and agree; it does taste delicious. Sitting across from Latch right now, I go with my gut and know that I am ready to face the music. “I want to file for divorce from Darrell when we get home. I don’t want his last name on the baby’s birth certificate.”

He swallows and looks at me with an uncertain expression. “Are you asking me to marry—?”

“I’m being serious!” I cut him off.

“I know you are, I’m only joking. Are you sure about it?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. You and this little one are my future.” I place my hand over my stomach and smile at Latch.

“I support whatever decisions you make, you know that, Abby.”