“We will love each other forever. That is no longer up for discussion. Nod.”
I nodded, and he pushed in one long finger, then two, slow and deep. He chuckled low in my ear when he found me sopping wet and already clenching. “Look at how hungry she is, even though I have fed her so often over the last few days.”
“I think you’ve spoiled her,” I confessed, shameless grinding down on his hand. “She’s gotten so greedy.”
I was only half-kidding. I was so turned on by the dual stimulation, I could have come right there.
But as loving of a husband as Han had shown me he could be over the last few days, he was still a cruel bastard in bed.
“Do not come yet,” he warned. “I will feed her my cock, and you will come all over it, calling my name. Nod.”
I nodded though it was so hard to hold back my climax with his fingers doing what they were doing and the hard knob of his cock, pressed into my back entrance.
“Han…” I said, getting panicky and desperate.
“You will beg for this cock, wife. Nod.”
It wasn’t even a moral dilemma for me anymore. As good as his fingers felt. I wanted him inside of me.”
“Han, please,” I gasped out. “I want you. I need you. I love you so much. Please.”
I meant what I said, every word of it. But if I’d been looking for the key to make him give me what I wanted—everything I wanted, the L-word worked every time.
He plunged into me from behind, and I immediately started to spasm around his cock, crying out his name. Not just because he made me promise I would, but also because I was so full of wonder. That I’m married to this man now, that anything could feel so good. And make me come so fast.
So, no Dawn Patrol for me. Han had me nodding all morning. But eventually, we had to stop.
“It’s my dad’s birthday, remember?” I reminded him with a groan after the fifth climax.
He groaned too but dutifully rolled out of bed so that I could run back to the second bedroom to take a shower and get ready. And a little before noon, he drove me to my parents’ house, with Bui following close behind.
After gifting my father with a folding beach walker, Han and I sat down with Mom and Dad at the family table and had our first full conversation. He introduced himself properly to my parents and answered all of their questions as best he could.
One of his answers surprised me. When Dad asked him straight up if he was a criminal, he answered, “That is a complicated label. Just a year ago, the answer to that question would have been yes. But both my partners are engaged to be married. They, like me, would like to live a more secure and legitimate lifestyle, so we are increasing our participation in the legitimate parts of our business and delegating the criminal parts to other triad members. I put your daughter in danger once, and I never want her to suffer again for her loyalty to me.”
Funny, I’d been fighting Han for so long, I never realized what a persuasive talker he could be until I saw him with my parents. As the conversation progressed, they became more and more relaxed until they were practically eating out of his hand.
And my father thought nothing of it when we told him that we, along with Mika and Albie, had reserved a picnic table at Electric Beach Park for a birthday lunch.
On the way over, Dad told Han the story of how for my eleventh November birthday, I asked Dad to take me surfing every day from my birthday to his.
“That girl had me out on the board even on Christmas,” Dad remembered out loud with a cackle. “Letty was so mad about all the sand in the house.”
It was true back then, but Mom laughed now. “Terrance told me sand was a lot cheaper than what most girls her age would’ve asked for.”
Han laughed along with them as he pulled into the beach’s parking lot.
“Anyway, she was better than me by the time my birthday came around, and she was already asking if kids could compete in any of the competitions they have out on the North Shore,” Dad concluded. “And that’s when I realized she needed a real teacher. Luckily, my old buddy Bill was just the guy.”
Han had been laughing before, but he exchanged a look with me at the mention of Bill.
And I took a deep breath, figuring this was as good of a segue into the next subject as any.
I turned around in my seat to tell Dad, “Speaking of Bill, he’s going to be at your birthday lunch too. Along with a few of your other old army buddies who wanted to visit with you.”
