Open Marriage (ON HOLD)

Chapter 36

(A/N:  Short Chapter, but I felt I needed to add a little Rachel and Chris to the story.  I realize I haven't wrote much about these two.  Do you like for me to write more of Rachel and Chris?  Let me know.  LOTS OF LOVE TO YOU ALL!)

(Monday, June 14, 2021)

"Chris, I need to get to work," Rachel whispered into her husband's neck, his beard lightly scratching her face.

Chris moaned, shaking his head, tightening his grip around his wife's body. "Stay in bed with me," he pleaded.

"Baby," Rachel whined, trying to pull from his grasp. "It's Monday. I have to be at the office. I have a meeting to attend."

"Let Lynny take care of it. You have been there for her the past few weeks. You can miss one meeting. Please, baby," he begged in her ear.

"Christopher," she groaned. "Fine, I'll text Y/N."

"Thank you, baby. I need some alone time with my wife," he mumbled into her neck.

Rachel chuckled, reaching for her phone. "Can you let me go long enough to text Y/N," she requested.

Chris nodded, releasing her from his arms. Rachel patted his bare chest, rolling over to grab her phone.

Rachel to Y/N: Good morning, gorgeous!

Rachel to Y/N: I will be missing this morning's meeting.

Rachel to Y/N: Husband won't let me leave the bed.

Rachel to Y/N: Love you.

Rachel placed her phone back on her bedside table, turning back to her husband. She trailed fingers along his chest to his neck, slowly across his jaw.

"Still so pretty," she whispered, admiring the man next to her.

Chris smiled, eyes closed, allowing his wife to admire him. "What you think I wouldn't be after I turned 40?" he joked.

Rachel laughed, "No, I think you got prettier." Chris' smile grew, feeling Rachel press a kiss to his cheek. "Did you enjoy your party last night?" Her fingers played with the fine hairs on his chest.

Chris opened his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. "Yes. You and Lynny outdid yourselves."

"Well, we may have planned it, but Mike and his crew did all the hard work," Rachel stated.

"Well, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves last night. So I would say it was a success," he responded, turning on his side, facing his wife.

"I enjoyed Mackie serenading Stanley," Rachel laughed.

"That was definitely a high light. Too bad I didn't get to see you on that stage," Chris pouted.

"You and Stanley held it down," she replied. "And you did it all with your shirts off. Y/N and I enjoyed that very much," she added, pecking his lips.

"You two," he smirked, wrapping his arms around Rachel.

"So are we just going to lay in bed all day?" she asked, cuddling close to his body.

"Sounds like a good plan to me," he answered.

"Well, this past week has been crazy. It would be good to stay in bed, veg, and have nasty sex with you," Rachel expressed, sitting up, placing her body against the headboard.

"So are we Door Dashing all day?" Chris asked, running his finger down her bare arm.

"Unless you want to cook for me, but that would mean you would have to get out of bed. I don't want you out of this bed," Rachel said, her phone chiming.

Y/N to Rachel: Enjoy your husband.

Y/N to Rachel: I got the meeting, no worries.

Y/N to Rachel: Love you, too.

"I'm covered," Rachel informed, flashing her phone to Chris.

"Good," he smiled. "Do you know if Sebastian found her last night?"

"I don't know. I'm sure Y/N will tell me later. Right now, I want to focus on my husband. Let's see if turning 40 affected his abilities in any way," Rachel smirked, pulling Chris' face to hers.

"Oh, baby, I can assure you, I can still rock your work better than ever," he promised, playfully jerking her body down into the bed, a squeal escaping her mouth.

Chris chuckled against her mouth, capturing her lips with his. Their moment was soon interrupted by a pounding on their bedroom down with a voice to accompany it.

"I swear, if you two are going to fuck, you better be quiet. Steve and I don't want to hear that shit," Scott scolded from the other side of the door.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Chris whispered against his wife's lips.

"You invited him to stay last night," the woman reminded him.

"Why did I do that?" Chris groaned, dropping his head into his wife's chest.

"Because he is your brother. I don't know," Rachel replied, running her finger through the man's brown hair.

"I'm too nice," he mumbled against her flesh.

"Yes, you are, but..." she whispered, lifting his head. "We can be quiet, or at least try," she winked.

"You little minx," Chris scolded, squeezing her thigh. "Maybe I can get you to scream lough enough he'll just leave."

"Now, who is the naughty one?" she giggled, feeling Chris' finger dig into her side.

"I get it from you," he smirked against her neck.

"I think you're the one that causes me to be naughty," she countered as Chris found his place between her legs.