Old Fashioned Sweetie by Megan Wade
Charity
After waking up with more energy than I’ve had in my entire life, I introduced myself to the concept of ‘morning wood’ and woke Vaughn up with my mouth and my hand, earning myself a luxuriously warm and sensual shower where he lathered me up good. I never thought being trapped between a wall and a giant man would be anything but scary, but being caged in by Vaughn was nothing but pleasure. Ten out of ten, would definitely do again.
“I fucking love seeing you standin’ in my kitchen,” he says, standing opposite me as I lean against the island bench and sip at the coffee he made me. Since the only clothes I brought with me is the dress I wore to the wedding, I’m standing in one of his flannel shirts, feeling strangely tiny because it dwarfs my rather curvy frame.
“It’s a nice kitchen. The one in my apartment is tiny. Jade and I can’t cook in there at the same time or we’d get stuck. Drives me nuts.”
“Then leave it behind.”
A smile curves the corner of my mouth as I sip at the coffee. “And do what, exactly?” I know we said a lot of really big things to each other last night, but there was alcohol and lust involved so I really want to hear them again in the cold, hard light of day with our clothes on.
“Anythin’ you want. When we’re married, you can work if you want, or you can let me take care of you while you take after our kids.”
“Kids.” My smile is wide and beaming now. “Isn’t that jumping a little too far ahead?”
“Nope,” he says, popping the P as he grins and sets his coffee to the side, moving across the kitchen until his hands are on my hips and he’s doing that wonderful crowding of my body thing again. I absolutely love having this man surrounding me. It makes me feel ridiculously safe and wanted. And small—don’t forget small. That’s a big deal for those of us on the larger side. “How does that rhyme go? First comes love. Then comes marriage—”
“Then comes Charity with a baby’s carriage,” I whisper, finishing the kissing-in-a-tree chant I think we all learned in elementary school.
“Exactly,” he rumbles, leaning in and brushing his nose next to mine before taking my lips, softly kissing and tasting me.
“I think we skipped the love part,” I whisper, setting my coffee to the side so I can get a little closer and kiss a little deeper.
“Uh-ah,” he murmurs, his tongue teasing my mouth as he alternates between kissing and talking. “That part happened as soon as you got out of your car.”
“That fast?”
“Mmm-hmm. And while you may not believe it with the way I keep fucking you, my heart went nuts before my dick joined in.”
Giggling, I slide my arms around his neck as his hands shift to my waist, lifting me up onto the bench and standing between my open thighs. “I hate to admit it, but I think it might have been the other way around for me. I got a lady boner the moment I saw how gorgeous you are, and then I fell head over heels for you with every tiny interaction. You filled up my heart.”
“You sayin’ you’re in love with me, sweetie?”
“Yeah. I’m in love with you, Vaughn.”
“And are you gonna be my wife?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna be your wife.”
“The mother of my children?”
I giggle again, both from the tiny kissing nibbles he’s applying to my neck and from the happiness of this moment. “Yeah. I wanna be the mother of your children.”
“Then I think you should stay.”
“Oh, god. I can’t tell you how much I want that. This all feels so magical right now, that I want to let myself get whisked away on the fairy tale.”
“What’s stoppin’ you?”
“My job. My apartment. I have a life in the city I need to sort out before I move anywhere.”
“I’ll get you a job in town, and you can live right here.”
My laughter deepens as his mouth moves across my breasts, wet hot kisses teasing my cleavage. “OK. But I need at least two weeks to make any sort of transition. I can’t leave my boss in the lurch, and I’ll need to give notice on the apartment. You think you can wait for me that long?”
“I’ve already waited thirty-six years for you, so I reckon a couple more weeks won’t hurt,” he murmurs, before kissing me so deep my toes curl while he undoes the buttons of my shirt and shows me how versatile his kitchen is all over again.
