#amazing that it didn't destroy more of Brooklyn than it did

[pianokantzart]

//your blog is so good I'm going to chew on it!! Do you... happen to have any good pics of Bowser's castle from the movie with you? For research purposes,,,

Why, thank you! Let's see...

Hope these help in your research! Also, here's a few miscellaneous pictures of that one abandoned Darklands castles for good measure.

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Secrets Chapter 22

Some badly written smut.

Being Steve's wife came with several responsibilities. One of them was choosing a charity. It involved rubbing elbows with the New York elite to donate money towards important causes. You were supposed to host a charity event. You were very nervous. You stepped up to the podium with clammy hands and heart beating in your ears. You spoke about the need for a safe haven for the victims of domestic violence. The fund-raiser raised money for new premises where women and children could stay safe while rebuilding their lives.

You were aware of Steve watching you. Rebecca was by her brother's side and smiling cheerfully. You were happy that Steve had suspended a business trip so that he could accompany you to the evening event. You returned to their table. It was Rebecca's idea and interest in this charity that you got involved in. You never told Steve that you felt a great sense of empathy with the frightened women and children you had met and talked to at the shelter.

'You were terrific.' Steve told you, beaming with pride and affection. Over the past couple of months, you have seen a different side of Steve.

Rick was never mentioned, and neither was the disturbing question of all the money you had taken.

You and Steve were enjoying harmony that you both had never had in the past when he worked long hours that you were left to your own devices with no friends or social life. It was the isolation that had made you grateful for Rick's presence and friendship. But Steve had learned how to make time for you and Mattie, and he had made an effort.

Steve introduced Mattie to his uncles. Mattie loved Sam and Bucky. He always asked his father about them.

A party in the mansion had given you the excuse to plan an event. Family, friends, and employees, who had attended the dinner party had been hugely impressed, and you had already received multiple requests to manage several events.

Day by day, Mattie was thriving; his days were much more active and varied than they had been in your town, and there were far more people around to give him attention. All the admiring attention had instead gone to Mattie's head, and he had become too demanding; a solid week of toddler tantrums had ensued whenever he was told no for anything. You were amused that Steve had to force himself to be firm with his son when the little boy had thrown himself on the ground and rolled around and sobbed with a conviction that you were sure came from his father's side of the family. It was a new relationship for Steve, who never had the same close relationship with his own father.

Steve was an amazing father. He had put a lot of effort into building a good relationship with his little son. Mattie adored him and raced to greet him the minute he heard his footsteps or his voice. Steve had taken time to get to know Mattie and find out his likes and dislikes, which changed every two days. As much that it hurts you to admit, seeing the father and son duo together, you realized that you made the right decision to return to Brooklyn.

You were happy in a way you had never thought you could be again, although sometimes you felt as if this was a beautiful dream that would come to an end with a horrific nightmare. Steve took you on a long drive to an excellent little restaurant that served delicious food. As you were getting back into the car, Steve asked abruptly,

'Did Rick ever bring you up here?'

You felt your face freeze and couldn't help that solid reaction for a name that was never voiced.

'No, he didn't.' didn't,' you murmured stiffly.

He did not believe you... He hadn't forgotten or forgiven you for the imaginary betrayal, and you stared at him. You stiffened with resentment and bitterness that would destroy any reconciliation. It was a struggle to keep your emotions in check.

'I shouldn't have asked,' Steve conceded.

'I'm surprised you did. Rick has different tastes. He prefers clubs, dancing, and party life,' you reminded him.

'You like dancing,' Steve jabbed.

'After we were married, where did you take me? Oh, let me remind you, nowhere, you were too busy with your business,' You countered defiantly. You were out for blood, ready for a fight now.

Steve closed his fingers around your hand to tug you closer, and he kissed you hungrily.

You caressed his cheek, your hand moved further down to his collar.

'You shouldn't begin anything you can't finish,' you whispered.

Steve laughed and shot you a glance, his wide sensual mouth curling with amusement.

'I have every intention of finishing what I began Y/N.'

'It is going to take over an hour just to get home,' You reminded him.

A few minutes later, Steve turned his BMW off the road and pulled up outside a hotel.

'Are you serious?'

We can not have sex in the car, you may be short, but I can't fit in the backseat,' Steve confessed, moving to open the passenger seat door and extract you.

'We do not have any luggage!' you protested in self-consciousness.

Steve didn't give a damn, unlike you. He paced over to the reception desk, his head held high, and asked for a room without any embarrassment.

'You are too well known for this.' you muttered ruefully when the door closed behind you. You will be lying if you didn't admit that you were excited by Steve's boldness and the fact that you could still rile him up. Steve grinned as he reached for you again.

'After all the wine we had, I was concerned about our safety, and rather than risk continuing our journey, I did the sensible thing and took a break,' he mocked.

'Oh really, you want to take a nap?' you teased.

'We are going to take a nap, and you will enjoy every moment of our nap.' Steve winked.

Steve kissed you. He stripped off your clothes between breathless kisses, and you fought with his shirt buttons and his belt, aware of the rigid cock, rubbing it through his pants. You got down on the knees and undid his pants. You took his thick cock in your mouth and started taking him deep in your mouth, choking on his cock until tears ran through your face. Steve's hands were wrapped in your hair, encouraging you to take him deep in your mouth.

He hauled you up to him and pushed you on the bed. He forced you on all the fours, and his cock bumped into your back. He grabbed your hair again and sank his big fat cock into your wet pussy slowly. He increased the speed of the strokes, pushing his fingers between your thighs to flick your clit. It did not take you long to reach your climax, with deep, powerful strokes and Steve's continuous attention to your clit. He continued until you hit a soul-shattering second climax and your pussy squeezed his cock until he came.

'You can nap now,' You whispered generously.

Laughing, Steve cradled you close and claimed another kiss.

'I have a much better idea.'

You smiled, loving that physical closeness and relaxation and the charismatic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at her. You hated the surge of emotions you felt. You hated that you could no longer imagine going back couldn't. You could not picture yourself ever leaving him again. The three-month trial period was coming to an end.

Although you had only been back in Brooklyn with Steve for a brief period, Steve had broken down your emotional barriers. You started looking for him whenever he wasn't there, counting the hours till he was back. You were falling for him all over again, someone who had been programmed to hurt you…

'What's up?' Steve asked while stroking your cheek.

'Nothing,' you replied, pushing him away emotionally, and you began distracting him with sex.

Steve was distracted as soon as you climbed him, which led to another session of mind-blowing sex, and both of you drifted off to sleep with sweet exhaustion. You both arrived back at the mansion in the night. Gina, the housekeeper, gave you the news that a man had called twice asking for you but had not left his name for you to call back.

'You had no idea who could have been calling her?' Steve asked. Gina nodded.

'If it's important, he'll call again.' Steve concluded.

While you talked to Gina, Rebecca came into the foyer and spoke to her brother in a somber tone. Rebecca's playful smile was gone. You eyed Steve. He looked angry and tense.

'Did something happen while we were out?' You asked Steve.

Steve settled his pissed-off gaze on you.

'Rick came home for a visit. He's staying with Mom.' Steve replied angrily.

After dropping that bombshell, Steve said something about having work to do and, before you could say something, he was gone, and you were standing alone in the foyer…

Rick was back! It was too much of a coincidence that Steve's brother chose to make his first visit home in three years and so soon after your return to Brooklyn. You tossed and turned in the bed all night, unable to sleep while your thoughts ran wild. You wondered where Steve was and if he was actually working.

Steve was not happy with the news of his brother's arrival. You felt guilty, you remembered Steve was very fond of his younger brother and, you had played an unsuspecting part in their falling-out.

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