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"I love you too." I whispered against his lips. Saul smiled at me as he pulled me closer.

"Thank fuck." He murmured. "To be fair I didn't mean for that to slip out. But I have felt that way for a while. Pretty much since you got my Shining reference at the bar."

"Well it's a good thing I've had a crush on you since those ads started. Every night. 11 o'clock. My late night caller." I laughed. "Kind of hoped I'd run into you one day. Didn't think it would be at a bar where I wouldn't even recognize you." Saul's stomach tensed as my ring made contact with it, my hand splaying out across his ribs. He smiled at me.

"Since the ads started? Damn sweetheart that's a long time." He mused, his eyes falling to the ceiling. "Wow. Where have you been all my life?" I laughed and curled into his chest. "I'm going to go check on the removal of the mirror. Be right back." Saul carefully got out of bed and started searching for his clothes. Smiling, he tossed me his dress shirt before throwing on his undershirt. "I am never going to tire of seeing you in my clothes."

"Good." I whispered, tugging him closer so I could kiss him. "Barn door."

"Barn door?" Saul scoffed. He looked down and chuckled. "Barn door." Saul winked as he zipped his pants back up. I giggled as he left the room, closing the door behind him. I got out of bed and found my pants. I ventured out of the room, carefully retracing our steps to find the front door. Turning around, I found the living room. I headed towards it and ran my fingers along the couch. I smiled at the obvious gold color scheme.

“Holy shit.” I laughed. I ran a hand down my face. “I married Tony Montana.” I shook my head at the various statues around the room.

“greed, for lack of a better word, is good.” Saul leaned against the doorframe. “Want the tour?” He held his hand out to me. I took it with a smile.

“ah so I married Gordon gecko.” I teased as he put his arm over my shoulders. Saul chuckled.

“more like tom Hagen.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “You found the living room. And you saw the guest room. Kitchen is through here. All the newest technology.” Saul motioned around the room. “And before you ask yes I can cook. Basic shit. More like a steak and fries. Nothing three course or anything.”

“good because I’m not the greatest cook. I once burned rice.” I laughed. Saul nodded.

“ok. Step one in domestic life. I teach you to cook.” Saul laughed. “And maybe we learn to get better together.” I nodded as I leaned into him. “Ok so before we go to the next room…just…promise me you won’t make a joke about exactly how much money I have.” I nodded as I interlaced my fingers with Saul’s. Our rings thudded together and Saul turned his head to hide his smile. We walked into the next room and my jaw dropped.

“a fucking Olympic sized pool?” I cried. Saul nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. “Holy crap! Forget tom Hagen! Previous statement back in play.” Saul laughed as he kissed my cheek.

“I knew I could count on you to not make fun of me.” He teased. “Seriously though. Thoughts?”

“I’m honestly speechless.” I forced out. “Why do you have such a big pool?”

“Well. I mean…” Saul let out a laugh. “Because I can?” I laughed and shook my head at him.

“wow Saul. Wow.” I patted his chest as he led me out of the room. “Ask me not to tease you about your money but then pull that one out.” Saul rolled his eyes as he pushed open the door in front of us. “Oh shit. That’s a bathroom.” I pulled away from Saul and ran my hand over the tub. “This I like. The art…not so much.”

“Remember what I said. You can change anything. A complete remodel if you need to.” Saul said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Business card is in my Rolodex and they’ve got a tab open for me.” Saul leaned against the wall as I headed towards the shower. He smirked at me. “Only thing in here I’m attached to is the tub. And only because it’s big enough for two. And whatever extra activities they get up to. Have at it.” I raised an eyebrow at Saul and pointed towards the gold toilet. “Uh…no comment.”

“alright then.” I shrugged and shook my head as I looked away. “Any other fun rooms I should know about?” Saul shook his head.

“just the office and library. But I mean those are your basic run of the mill rooms.” I looked at him as I put the Xanax bottle back down.

“Library?” I asked. “We talking beauty and the beast level or is it like a boring ass room with three books and more art?”

“You tell me.” Saul said, taking my hand and leading me down the hall. He covered my eyes before pushing open a door. I felt him move behind me, pressing his chest against my back as he walked me into the room. “Keep your eyes covered. I mean it.” He whispered in my ear as he pulled away. I could hear Saul moving around before it was quiet. “Ok. You can look now.” I slowly let my hands fall down as I took in the room around me.

“holy crap I feel like belle right now.” I murmured as I took in the room. “Saul if you had told me about this on day one we would have been married that night.” Saul chuckled as he watched me.

“there’s a mix of random books I enjoyed over the years and law books. Feel free to read whatever you want. Hell add your own to the collection I don’t care.” I spun around and pointed at Saul.

“we do not change this room.” I said, voice and face serious. Saul smiled at me.

“understood.” He agreed, eyes shining as he watched me run around the room taking everything in. “Alright come. We got a couple more rooms to look at. You can come back here anytime you want.” Saul laughed as he came over and wrapped his arm around me. I looked over my shoulder as we left the room. I pouted as Saul chuckled. “I should have known better than to show an English teacher the library before ending the tour.”

“Yeah you should have known better.” I agreed. “That should have been last.” Saul paused, tilting my head towards him so he could kiss me. I smiled against his lips as he pulled me tight against him.

“I should have. But your reaction was worth it.” He murmured. He kissed me again before turning us towards another room. “Theater. Because having a tv in every room to begin with is just boring.”

“Ok two rooms we don’t touch.” I said, looking around me in awe. “Although painting it a different color than gold may be on the docket.” Saul smirked.

“deal.” He agreed. He pushed open another door and ushered me in. “And finally…my office.”

“ok.” I mused as I looked around. “Honestly Saul compared to the other rooms in this house your office is downright boring.” Saul shrugged as he went to sit down in his office chair.

“Or you.” You tuck your shoes against the wall. 

“Never been called ‘little’ in my life, sunshine.” 

There’s a hint of self-consciousness in his tone, so you make sure he sees your gaze dragging appreciatively up his body as you approach him. 

“What would you like to do for your birthday? I know we’ve got a few weeks but I want time to plan in case you feel like a weekend in Vegas or something.”

He faces you with a chuckle, “Just a nice dinner someplace in town.”

“I can do that. Anything else?”

Jim hesitates, pink peeking through his beard, “No.” 

You nudge him back against the wall and purr, “Talk, old man.”

“I’d like to have sex.” He smiles shyly down at you, “and…I’d like to pretend…never mind.” 

You smooth your palms up his chest, “Jim, sweetheart, you know I’d let you do just about anything to me.”

“I know.” He murmurs. 

“Will you at least tell me what it is?” You kiss his jaw, “are you fantasizing about pressing your advantage after I get tipsy at a chamber of commerce dinner?”

A few curls of hair fall across his brow as he looks down, “In a way. I want to, to pretend I'm forcing myself on you so I can...make sure this stays a family funeral home. See what I'm saying?”

Your excitement at the idea must be written on your face, because when he glances at you he chuckles again and says, “Seems you do.”

“Yes, and it sounds extremely hot.” You sling your arms around his shoulders, “you know what a wild and outgoing girl I am, maybe I’m not the kind to settle down until someone makes me.”

He groans, resting his forehead on the top of your head, “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

“We all die eventually, and I can think of worse ways to go out. Though I hope you don’t die anytime soon, I’d be awfully bored around here without you.” You cup his cock through his slacks, rubbing at the familiar weight of it, “there’d be no one to keep me company on Saturday nights. Or any other nights…”

A grunt as you stroke him more firmly, then Jim’s hands are on your face as he pulls you into a lovingly hungry kiss, “You’re a menace.”

You’d agree but he won’t release you from the kiss. So you hold him tighter and kiss him like your life depends on it as the two of you make the short trip to the bed.

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With the exception of the lone Italian place, the Pine Hills Lodge is the only spot in town that can be considered “fancy.” It caters to wealthy vacationers during skiing season and rich visitors who rent the extravagant cabins during the summer. 

You and Jim aren’t entirely out of place; you spot a few locals at the other tables. For your part, you’re dressed more conservatively than you’d like; there are outfits that drive Jim to distraction, but you can’t risk anyone thinking you’re out on a date. You can’t even hold his hand, no matter how much you want to; plenty of people in town already assume you took this apprenticeship to find a husband. 

He still manages to make your heart flip like an olympic gymnast just by shooting you a playful look over his glasses. 

The two of you order, talk over your wine, and you risk unbuttoning one more top button on your dress. 

As you’re eating, you update Jim on the gossip coming from some funeral homes on the coast. There’s a fight brewing between a family and the owners of the columbarium up by Canon Beach, due to a lost urn of cremains. 

“Well, it’s not really lost. It just got knocked into the ocean in the last big storm.”

“They do warn the families. I know, I’ve seen their pamphlets. Warns you that if a wave hits the wrong place you’re now getting a burial at sea.” Jim strokes his beard, talking more animatedly “I always wondered if you could make a floating columbarium. Or one in coral, like those reef reconstructions you were telling me about…what?” He raises his brows at you. 

“I need you carnally.” 

“Be patient.” His voice is playfully stern, “Little vulture.”

Because you love him, you don’t tell the waitstaff it’s his birthday. Instead, you tell him that he wasn’t allowed in the kitchen that morning because you were making his birthday cake. 

“It’s the one I made for the potluck. After Mr. Calhoun’s service.” 

The man in question lived across the street from the funeral home, and was always friendly to the pair of you, would trim the lawn or weed the pavement to keep Jim from getting cited by the city for a messy yard. It’d been a heart attack in his front yard, surprising everyone on the block. His family had asked to hold a potluck as part of his service, asked you and Jim to contribute since he’d thought of you as friends. 

The cake is your mom’s recipe, a flourless chocolate delight that always sold out at the diner. It was popular with the other mourners. 

Jim downed the remaining half of it later that night in the kitchen. You’d come downstairs to find him in his bathrobe, eating it off the serving plate, looking a bit like a bear raiding a beehive. 

Across the table from you, his face brightens, “With the frosting?”

“Of course.” You quickly flutter your lashes, “I thought we could have it after we finish…celebrating.”

His smile turns possessive for the briefest moment, “Couldn’t ask for a more competent assistant, sunshine.”

You finish your wine, “Happy to help, Mr. Bussey.” 

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You sleep in Jim’s bed more often than not these days, so it feels a little odd to be back in your own.

Over the last few months, you’ve bought a few pieces of lingerie subtle enough to hide under work clothes, and each piece has ended in Jim pulling you into his lap the first time he sees it “for a closer look” (“my vision’s not what it used to be” “Jim, you’re nearsighted”).

But nothing, nothing, has come close to the response you get by wearing something of his with underwear or, better yet, nothing underneath it. Tonight you opt for his blue sweater, the one that may as well be yours for how often you wear it, with black panties. He doesn’t know what you chose, only that you promised him he’d like it. 

You settle in under the covers, flipping through one of the issues of Scientific American. You’re the tiniest bit tipsy from dinner, chilly from the fall air in a way that makes huddling under the covers even more satisfying.  The thump and rustle of Jim moving around downstairs reaches you.  You love that you can hear him, love how safe and at home those noises make you feel. 

As his steps creak on the stairs, you press your thighs together; you’ve been looking forward to this since he asked for it and mildly turned on since the middle of dinner. 

He appears in the doorway in his bathrobe, briefs and white undershirt peeking through the gap. You sit up, as if it’s a surprise to see him so late in the evening. 

“That’s where it went.” He looks down at you, “you’ve been raiding my closet, sunshine.”

“Sorry. It’s the coziest thing in the house.” You smile, “promise I’ll give it back after I do laundry.”

“That doesn’t justify taking it without asking. I’m not dead yet, little vulture. You’ll have to keep circling a little longer before taking my things.” His voice is the soft, gruff creature you’re used to. It’s only his eyes, the wicked crinkle at the edge of them, that gives away the real game. 

You sit up straighter, set the magazine on the floor, “Maybe I should have gotten you a second blue sweater for your birthday.”

“Dinner out was just fine.” He’s now at the edge of the bed, lowers himself onto it with a small groan, “but now that you mention it, there is one other thing I want.”

You tuck your knees to your chest, wrap your arms around them as you lean forward and say, teasingly, “Want me to flash you, old man?”

You laugh as if it’s something you’d never do, as if you don’t already love the way his hands feel holding your tits. 

He huffs, amused, “Not quite. Birthdays remind me that I’m getting older. Running out of time to keep the funeral home in the family like I want.”

“I mean, we both know that working at a funeral home doesn’t draw in crowds of lovers.”

“No. Just one little vulture.” He reaches out, brushing the back of your cheek with his knuckles. 

“And I’m not really the maternal type. Though…you are pretty paternal, for a grumpy old shut-in. You’re good with the kids who turn up at the services.” You give him a friendly squeeze on the forearm. 

“I do really want kids. I’ve known that for years. But I worked out something else recently.” He takes your hand before you can pull it away, “If I’m going to have a kid, I’m having it with you.”

“The fuck you are, old man.” You try to laugh it off, try to free your arm. 

Jim tightens his grip, “That’s my other present, sunshine. And you’re going to give it to me.”

“No, I’m not. I don’t even like you that wa-” You squeak as he drags you into a kiss, releasing your wrist in favor of looping an arm around you and gripping your jaw with his right hand.

“Don’t lie.” His voice is rough as he growls, “I see how you look at me.”

“Let go of me. Now.” You snarl with all the effectiveness of a mink at a grizzly. 

“That’s no way to talk to me.” His thumb traces your lower lip. 

“It is when you’ve lost your goddamn mind!”

“I’m not crazy, sunshine.” He smiles, tries to push you backwards, “crazy in love, maybe, but that’s all.”

The two of you talked about how much he wanted you to fight him, and you know he’s not comfortable with you pretending to fight back. So instead of slapping him, you simply squirm in his hold, laughing weakly. 

“Okay, okay, so this is all a really bad joke. Very funny. Please let go before I have to, to…” you whimper as his grip on your face momentarily tightens. 

“I don’t want this to hurt. I really don’t. So I’m giving you one more chance to be a good girl and do what you’re told.” His voice is so soft when he’s close like this. It makes you want to obey, to be everything he asks for. 

You go limp in surrender. He smiles, kisses you deeply, teases his tongue against yours when you whimper again. 

“On your elbows and knees. It’ll be more comfortable for us that way. Don’t wanna crush you.”

When you roll over, he fondly pats your ass. You rest your head on your hands, catch him setting his glasses on the table. 

(You love how he looks in them, but the damn hinges keep catching in your hair).

“There we go.” Big, warm hands skate along your ass, “pull your underwear to the side. Let me see you.”

Reaching between your legs, you try once to talk sense into him.

“Jim, please don’t do this. This isn’t like you.” You’ve never been good at fake tears, but you manage to get a tremble into your voice.

“I know, sunshine, I know, you think of me as some big, harmless teddy bear. But bears have claws” his fingers tease your folds, “and they get hungry. Especially when something like you wanders into their den.”

“Fuck” you groan as he pushes two fingers into you. 

He chuckles, “You’re a mess. Should’ve done this ages ago. Clearly we both need it.”

“Speak for yourself, old manah” your hand drops from holding your underwear aside to brace on the bed as he finds your G-spot.

“That’s it, sweet girl, let me get you nice and relaxed.”

“It’s not easy under the circumstances.” You mutter as you melt into the bed. 

“You’ll get used to it. I promise.” He bends and kisses your shoulder blades through the sweater, then pulls his fingers from you. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“There’s my ray of sunshine.” 

There’s a shift of fabric behind you. Two thick fingers pull your underwear to the side again. When the head of his cock presses into you, you gasp and try to crawl forward away from the sensation.

His hand grips the back of your neck, freezing you in place. 

“Stop. trying. To get away.” The gruff, commanding tone makes your cunt ache for him to go deeper. He obliges you, shoving in sharply as he adds, “this is where you belong. The sooner you accept that, the happier we’ll both be.”

“M’not trying to get away.” You pout. 

“No?” You can practically hear him tilting his head in curiosity.

“You try being calm and collected while someone shoves a fucking coke can into you.”

“Funny, from here you took it like you were made for it.” He runs his free hand up your left thigh, then up your side under the sweater before cupping your tits, “god, you’re gorgeous.”

His hand continues caressing your chest, repeating motions anytime they make you moan. He’s barely fucking you, more rocking against you, slowly grinding his cock inside you. You want to fully give in, paw the parts of him you can reach, turn your head and let him kiss you. 

But the game’s not over yet. You intend to do his present right, not tap out at the first chance. 

“Y’know, given how you were talking before, thought you’d be in a hurry to cum.”

His fingers massage the base of your skull, raising pleased goosebumps on your arms, “I don’t want my kid conceived during some ‘quickie’.” 

You hide a laugh at the audible air quotes, “You’re real fucking confident it’ll only take once.”

“Believe it or not, I do have it in me to be optimistic. Besides” he teases your left nipple, “if it doesn’t happen tonight, we’ll just keep trying.”

You moan at the words, at the thought of him doing this every night, calling you a good girl every time you let him cum deep inside you. 

“You like that?”

A devious thought leaps to mind.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m thinking about finding some cute guy in town to knock me up before you get a chance.”

Behind you, Jim freezes. Fuck, that was probably too far, probably hit a nerve, you need to sit up and tell him you love him-

You back hits the mattress with surprising force as Jim pulls out and flips you over. He’s still in his bathrobe, but his briefs are gone and the chest hair not covered by his shirt is sticking up at all angles, matching his mussed beard. 

“Open your legs.” He orders. 

You open them, tip your hips up so he can pull your underwear off.

“I changed my mind about the position.” He pushes three fingers into you with an obscene, wet noise, “it’s important to face reality, right sunshine? We’re always telling people that.”

“Guhhuh.” You manage to nod as he finger fucks you rapidly toward orgasm. 

“So it’s important” he circles his thumb around your clit, “that you do the same thing. No line cooks for you, little vulture. No guys who own stores on the main road, no loggers or the men they work for. It’s not them doing this, and it’s never going to be. It’s me who's making you moan like a virgin on her wedding night. Me who’s going to put my hands and my mouth on this cunt whenever I feel like it.” He shoves up the sweater, exposing your tits, “me who’s going to kiss these until they’re red and slick any time you wear something low cut, me who’s going to kiss this” he drags the hand over your belly, “as it gets bigger.”

“Fuck, fuck, ohmygod, Jim.” You cum with a burst of ecstatic, grateful moans. 

“Good girl.” He quickly replaces his fingers in you with his cock, grunting happily as he fucks you in earnest, thrusts so purposeful they shake the wall behind the bed. 

His hand cups your cheek, “This is your life, sunshine. You’re mine, always will be, so you might as well embrace the fact you’re gonna be a dirty old man's beautiful young wife-” 

You cut him off with kiss, throwing your arms around him as he fucks you. He laughs against your mouth, brushes your noses together as he says, “ask me for it, god, sweetheart, please-”

“Cum in me.” You kiss his cheek, panting from how hard he’s fucking you, “come on, old man, knock me up, make me yours.”

“That’s it, good girl, my sweet girl, gonna give you exactly what you want, fuck, fuck” his cock stays shoved to the hilt as he cums, but he still thrusts as if he could push it deeper.

Nothing is going to happen. You had a new implant put in before you came to Pine Mills. But as you lay there, Jim moaning softly as he finishes pulsing inside you, for the first time in your life there’s a part of you that wouldn’t be mad if it did. 

Slowly, Jim pulls out and only makes a half roll off you before you hear a quiet, “oof.”

He’s stuck on his side, so you shift onto yours to face him, “Happy birthday, handsome.”

“Nmm” he smiles, takes one of your hands and rests it on his cheek, rubbing into it like a cat.

“Was that what you hoped for? It wasn’t too much, I wasn’t too mean?”

He shakes his head, still smiling, “No. You were perfect. God, don’t think I’ve cum that hard since the first time we fooled around.”

“Wow. That’s really saying something.” You pet his face, watch his breathing even out, “I certainly had a great time.”

“Board would throw a fit if you did get pregnant.” Jim murmurs thoughtfully. 

“Yes, which is why that stays a fantasy. Just like the idea that you’d somehow have to force me into fucking you instead of me wanting to climb you like a big, hot tree” You blink, snickering, “that sounded more like a compliment in my head.”

Jim takes your hand, kisses your palm, “Come on, little vulture, we can keep trying to compliment each other over cake.”

“I like the way you think.”

“You haven’t even met him.”

“Don’t need to. What’s Robby doing with him?” Jack’s brow was pinched as he glared at the stranger.

“You can’t kill him with your mind.”

“I can fucking try.”

The corner of your lips kicked up in a smirk. “Should I be concerned about the level of jealousy you’re exhibiting because Robby is talking to another man?”

His attention snapped to you. “I’m not jealous. I’m just worried.”

“Uh huh,” you resumed your walk into the building.

Jack fell into step beside you. “I’m not.”

“Okay, baby. You don’t have to convince me. I believe you.” You absolutely did not believe him.

Robby wasn’t just Jack’s friend. He was his brother, his favorite person other than you, his closest confidante. As such, Jack was protective, perhaps a bit possessive. He did not like that Robby had a friend he hadn’t met yet.

“What is he doing here?” Jack said low, so his voice wouldn’t carry.

“Him and Mike are going for a ride since he’s off the next three days,” you explained, though you were fairly certain Jack had already been informed of this multiple times.

“That’s him? That’s the motorcycle guy?”

You sighed. “Who did you think he was?”

Duke glanced over then did a double take when he spotted you. A wide warm smile covered his face. “Well, if it isn’t the Mrs.,” he said loudly and Robby looked over his shoulder to see the two of you.

He checked his watch. “You’re early.”

“Thought we’d let you get on the road,” you answered.

Jack was being unusually quiet beside you. When you glanced over you were surprised to find him glaring at you now. You just shook your head and turned back to the other two men. “Let’s get handoff done so you can get out of here.”

Robby smiled wide and clapped his hands together. “Absolutely. I’ll be right back, Duke.”

“I’ll be right here.”

You glanced at Jack. “You go do handoff. I want to talk to Duke for a minute.”

Jack’s gaze narrowed as he laced your fingers together. “Nope. You have to be there too. Those are the rules.”

You blinked. “Since when do you care about the rules?”

“Since now.” He looked past you to Duke. “Sorry. Duty calls. Nice to meet you.”

As he pulled you through the door, you waved at Duke. “I’ll text you.”

 Duke just laughed and waved back. “See you later, sweetheart.”

Jack continued to lead you through the department, past Robby where he stood at the hub. “With me, Robinavitch.”

Robby’s brows arched as he met your eye. You simply shrugged in response. When you reached a relatively quiet part of the department, he finally released you. He crossed his arms and scowled at the both of you.

“What?” you finally asked.

“Why is it exactly that Robby’s friend referred to you as ‘the Mrs.’?”

Your smile started small as you fought the twitching of your lips but it quickly grew. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m not.”

Robby’s smile mirrored your own as he nodded his head. “You are. It’s sweet.”

Jack’s face remained blank.

“I went with Robby to Duke’s garage about a month ago. It was fun. He called me Mrs. Robby. It was a joke because me and Mike kept finishing each other’s sentences,” you explained.

Jack’s form eased. “Mrs. Robby? Not…”

“Not what?”

“I thought he was calling you his Mrs.,” Jack explained.

Robby ran a hand over his beard, amusement written all over his face. “So, you don’t care that he called her Mrs. Robby at all?”

Jack shrugged. “Don’t be stupid. Why would I? I thought you wanted to leave. Why are you wasting my time talking about this?”

Once Robby was safely on his way, his location turned on for you and only you, Jack turned to you. “You went with Robby to Duke’s garage?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“How did you get there?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “Robby’s bike. He got me my own helmet and everything.”

You went to check in with triage, ignoring Jack’s heavy stare.

Robby had been back at work for two days when his motorcycle was hit by one of the ambulances. You and Jack arrived as he was trying to get it upright. Jack bit the inside of his lip to hide his smug expression. He tried to grab you as you rushed forward to help, hand just missing your arm.

“What happened?” you asked.

Jack tuned out the explanation as his gaze moved past the two of you to make eye contact with the ambulance driver and his partner loitering just inside the entrance. He nodded once in acknowledgement.

He tuned back into your conversation when he heard you ask, “Is it bad?”

Robby traced his bottom lip with his tongue as he looked things over. “I don’t think so. Just scratched her up a bit.” To prove the point, he straddled the bike and started it up. There wasn’t even a hesitation in the engine.

Damn fucking incompetent ambulance drivers. He left you two to talk and went inside to talk to the idiots he’d hired.

“We did what you wanted, Abbot. When do we get the rest of our money?” one of them asked before Jack could say anything.

His brow furrowed. “You’re not getting anything. I don’t pay for shoddy work. There’s nothing wrong with the fuckass motorcycle. What was the point of you even hitting it if you weren’t going to damage it?”

"Saul." I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tightly to me. He hummed against my lips. His hands edged up the bottom of my shirt. "Not here." Saul nodded, smiling as we pulled away. We laughed as I leaned into him. Saul hugged me as I curled against him. My face ended up buried in his neck.

"I can't believe we did that." He breathed out. "We're really married."

"Yes we are Mr. Goodman." I said, pulling back to look at him. I smiled at him as I ran my hands over his chest.

"I can't quite believe it Mx. Goodman." He smiled back at me. "About...my name..."

"I figured it wasn't really Saul." I said, rubbing his chest. Saul looked at me in awe. "First off...the same reason you don't want your clients to know you have money. Its safety. And I get that. Second off..." I gave him a shy smile. "I've lived in Albuquerque a while now. It wasn't all that long ago there was billboard with your picture and the name James M. McGill." Saul looked off to the side.

"Fuck." He muttered. “You were here then?” I nodded.

“I started teaching here when I was 25. The billboard was around the same time.” I wrapped my arms around Saul’s waist. “So…I have a question for you.” Saul turned to look back at me. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was conflicted. “You want me to keep calling you Saul or do you prefer James?” Saul let out a sigh of relief.

“Saul.” He breathed. “Once upon a time it was Jimmy but now it’s just Saul.” Saul paused for a second. "Not legally though. I think...given who I deal with on a daily basis it might be...safer...if you use McGill. Goodman will be just between us." I nodded as I leaned in to kiss him.

"Alright. Help me with it?" I asked. Saul nodded.

"I'll take care of it all. Don't worry about it." He whispered.

"What about rings?" I asked as Saul took my hand and led me down the stairs. "I mean I know that it doesn't quite matter with me. No one at the school or in my life is exactly going to know or care or even meet your clientele. But what about you?"

"Plenty of men hide their wedding rings. For one reason or another. I think I saw a couple bodyguards I interviewed wearing it on a necklace. I’ll just do that.” Saul shrugged. “No big deal.” I smiled at him as we entered the lobby of the courthouse. “I’m going to start the paperwork for the name change. Be right back.” He kissed me as he headed to the reception desk. I bit my lip as I watched him, still trying to wrap my head around the fact I’d just married a man I had met three days ago. Saul held out his hand for me as he tucked a folded piece of paper into his jacket. “I’ll start on that tomorrow. Today I just want to spend as much time with my spouse as possible.” I giggled as we headed out to the car.

“there was something else I wanted to ask you about.” I said once Saul got us on the road.

“let me guess. The three divorces.” I nodded. “Well hopefully my tombstone won’t read Saul Goodman four divorces. But uh first divorce not my fault. She cheated on me. Some guy she knew. Might have gotten into some trouble for that one.” Saul tapped the steering wheel.

“what does that mean?” Saul cringed as he glanced at me.

“I took a shit through the guys sunroof.” He pursed his lips. “We lived in Chicago and I was young and stupid. Thought it was a good way to get back at him. A shit through a sunroof in the summer in Chicago. It was bad.” Saul chuckled. “I got off light for that. But anyway.” He waved a hand. “Second divorce…also cheated on me. This time with my stepfather. That took a lot of therapy to unpack.”

“holy shit.” I murmured. “That’s cruel.” Saul nodded. “And kind of disgusting if we’re being honest.”

“yeah. I’m still not sure what entirely went wrong in either of those.” Saul shrugged.

“I mean I don’t get it. Couldn’t be the sex.” I said. Saul laughed. “Come on Saul. We’ve been fucking like rabbits since we met and never once have I complained.”

“no. But I’ve had a lot more experience now than I did then.” He chuckled. "Anyway. Third marriage. Well..." Saul sighed. "Far as I could tell, she didn't like the shit I got myself into. The people...I deal with." He rolled his eyes. "More likely the type of people I deal with."

"I mean you're a criminal lawyer. You have to expect that you would be dealing with oh I don't know criminals." I scoffed. Saul smiled at me.

"Exactly. But I didn't start out that way. I was a public defense lawyer. I specialized in elder law." Saul explained. "Eventually, I ended up a criminal defense lawyer. And the clients got a lot more unsavory."

"Wait how do you go from public defender specializing in elder law to criminal defense?" I asked as Saul pulled up to his office.

"I mean..." Saul laughed. "It should be obvious. The money." I laughed as I shook my head. "Just need to grab a few things from the office. Let Francesca know that she has a few days off for our honeymoon." He smiled at me before leaning over and kissing me. "Be right back." I watched him head into the building before looking over at the rest of the stores in the strip mall. A discount jewelry store caught my eye. I got out of the car, locking it with the keys Saul left in the car with me. I headed over and cautiously walked in.

"Hi!" The young girl behind the counter said as the door chimed. I nodded at her and looked around. "What can I help you find today?"

"You got any wedding rings here?" I asked. "Just got married. Kind of spur of the moment." She nodded with a smile.

"We get a lot of shotgun weddings. What's the price range?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Don't exactly have a price range. Just looking for something that catches my eye." I said, heading over to the counter. The girl started pulling out rings when the door chimed again.

"(Y/N)?" Saul called. I turned to him with a smile. "Ah. Oh those are some nice rings." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "How about we talk money over here? Only the best for my partner." He smiled at the girl as he steered me back towards the door. "How about we go somewhere better huh?"

"What's wrong with this?" I asked. Saul glanced over at the girl who was playing on her phone.

"Those rings are...hot..." He said, giving me a look. I looked at him in surprise.

"No shit." I whispered. Saul nodded. "Alright. Proper place then?"

"Sure. I know just the store." He said with a wink. "Sorry. These rings are just a little too plain. Thanks for the help." He called as we headed out. We headed back to the car.

"Sorry. Thought this would be legit." I said, interlocking our fingers as Saul tugged me closer.

"You couldn't know." Saul said, shrugging. "I only know because I had to get someone out of trouble due to a ring they bought there. I'm kind of surprised they're still in business the way the feds came in once. Oh well. Who knows what kind of deal they took." Saul opened my door and waited until I got in to close the door.

"So what kind of store you taking me to Saul?" I asked when he pulled out. "Something fancy?"

"Actually yeah." Saul laughed. "I got a little money. Clearly." He looked over at me with a smile. "Now I've got someone to spend it on. Let's go to the most expensive place we can. You deserve something nice." I felt my cheeks heat up as I turned to look out of the window. Saul chuckled as he reached over to take my hand. He squeezed it as he drove to the nicer side of town.

“Saul it doesn’t have to be expensive.” I sighed. “Especially when yours isn’t going to be.”

“who said I couldn’t have two?” He asked. “One to wear when I’m with you and one to wear when I’m at work.” He pulled up in front of a jewelry store. "Like I said. You deserve it." Saul leaned over to kiss me before getting out. I followed him, smiling as he threw his arm over my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around his waist and looped a finger through his belt loop. We walked into the store and Saul headed towards the back counter.

"How about standard gold?" I asked. Saul nodded. "Do you have any preference?"

"Not really." Saul said, looking over the various options. "I just kind of...there are a few that are too similar to what I had the last few times. Maybe we steer away from those." I nodded as I looked over the case.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, getting the attention of an attendant. "What about that one?" I pointed to a set a thin blue line running through the middle. The shade of blue matched Saul's eyes.

"That one is nice." Saul agreed, smiling at me as the attendant came over. Saul looked up at the sound of the man's keys. "Hi. Can we see those?" He asked, pointing to them. The attendant pulled them out and let us try them on. They were a perfect fit. Saul nodded approvingly. “How much?”

“$3000.” The attendant looked at Saul expectantly. Saul looked at me with a smile.

“you sure?” He asked. I nodded, gazing at him lovingly. “Ok.” He whispered. Saul leaned over and kissed me softly before turning to nod at the attendant. “Well take them.” The attendant looked at Saul, barely containing his shock.

“will that be cash or card sir?” Saul smirked at me as he handed over his credit card. The attendant took it and scurried off. Saul held his hand up against mine, our new rings glinting in the light of the store.

“looks perfect.” He murmured. I nodded as I leaned into him. “Is a plain one alright for the one I wear to work?”

“yeah. But can…” I cut myself off.

“what?” Saul asked.

“can I choose an engraving?” I asked softly. Saul smiled as the attendant came back. He nodded before turning back to the man.

“where are your cheapest rings?” He asked. Saul took my hand as we followed the attendant towards the back of the store. Saul gazed into the case and picked out a slim gold band. “What engraving do you want?” He asked me. The attendant handed me the paperwork. I thought for a second before writing down my initials.

“plenty of people have my initials. It will not,” I paused, giving Saul a look. “Put me in danger. No one will know.” Saul nodded before handing his card over to the attendant again.

“it will be ready in about a week.” The attendant said, handing Saul the receipts. We headed out, Saul holding my hand and playing with my ring as he drove us back to his house.

"These look good." He said, running his thumb over the band that now sat on my finger. "I'm not going to lie. Seeing that ring on your finger is doing something for me." I laughed as Saul pulled into his driveway. "Like really doing it for me." Saul was out of the car and around my door before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt. The door was pulled open and he picked me up.

"Saul!" I laughed, holding on tightly to him. He got the door open and laughed as he kicked it closed. Looking down the hall to our room, I noticed a work bag. "Oh crap. They're still here Saul."

"Fuck..." Saul mumbled. "Ok. Change of plans. Guest room." He turned and headed the other way.

"Saul..." I warned. "What if..."

"They won't hear us." He assured me. "What? Didn't think I wouldn't have my rooms sound proofed?" Saul looked at me with mischief in his eyes. "Do you know how many times Francesca has walked in here? Or even the parties I've thrown in my past? No one ever knew."

"Well..." I looked around as Saul nudged the guest room door open. "This would be a great party house." Saul smirked as he put me down on the bed.

"I know." He laughed. "Of course once we get the room back we'll have to christen it but this is as good a place to start as any." I quickly pulled my shirt off as Saul worked on his tie.

"Wait!" I reached out for the piece of fabric. "Give me that." Saul eyed me as I tugged on it. "This will work."

"Ok. Kinky." Saul said, unbuttoning his shirt. "Who is getting tied up?"

"You." I said, smirking. "I figured a little make up for last night. But also pay back for the mirror." Saul smirked back at me.

"I like the way you think." He mused as he dropped his shirt at the foot of the bed. Saul crawled over me and leaned down to kiss me. My fingers worked on his belt as Saul took off my pants. "Next time though, I'm tying you up. And I'm not using a simple tie." I felt heat rush through me at his words. Saul winked at me as I got his pants off. He rolled over onto his back and raised his arms above his head.

"What? No fancy smancy bed in the guest room?" I teased as I threaded the tie through the headboard. Saul shrugged, tilting his head back to watch as I tied his wrists together.

"Didn't really expect anyone would use it. The flashiest thing in here is probably the wallpaper." He turned back to me with a shrug and a knowing look. "Anyone who probably did stay in this room would probably not be by invitation. Didn't want to give them anything they could just walk off with." I nodded in agreement. I moved to straddle him, pausing as his ring caught the light. I started to smile involuntarily. "What?" He asked, tilting his head to see what I was looking at.

"Nothing. Just..." I shrugged as I shook my head. "Can't quite wrap my head around the fact we did it. We actually got married." Saul smiled at me, his face softening as he took me in.

"Yeah we did." He sighed. "And I am the luckiest man on the planet for it."

"Shut up." I laughed as I sank down on him. Saul moaned as my knees framed his sides. "Oh fuck." Saul's arms strained against the tie.

"Fuck me." He moaned, face scrunched up.

"I plan to." I murmured. Saul breathed deeply as I ran my fingers down his chest and through his chest hair. I leaned forward slightly, wrapping my fingers around his biceps. "You ready Mr. McGill?" I asked. There was a sharp intake of air from Saul. His eyes glazed over slightly.

"Yes Mx. McGill." He breathed out. "Give it to me." I lifted myself up and slowly sank back down on him. Saul bit his lip as my head fell back. "Fuck you feel so good." I repeated the action, shifting my weight as I leaned down to kiss him. Saul licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I let him in as I ground against him. His hips bucked up into me. My fingers ran through his hair as I picked up speed.

"Fuck Saul." I panted. He moaned as I circled my hips on my way down. I gently ran my nails down his chest, making his head fall back.

"Where did you learn to do this? Fuck." Saul groaned. I giggled as I started bouncing on his dick. "Oh crap. I'm not gonna...Tell me your close. I can't do this without you first."

"I'm close. Just a little more." I breathed out, curling my fingers in his chest hair. "I...I...JIMMY!" I screamed. Saul grunted and followed me over the edge.

"Crap!" He cried, arms going tense as he managed to pull the tie out of the headboard. I collapsed against his chest, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'll teach you how to tie me properly later." Saul pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

"At least it held up until the end." I said, propping my chin on his chest. Saul nodded. "Was that...me screaming Jimmy...was that..." Saul nodded with a smile.

"Unexpected but not...unwelcome." He whispered. "I left Jimmy in my past. I'm Saul now. And I've come to terms with that. But I would be lying if I said I didn't like hearing you say it." Saul pressed another kiss to my head. "Especially in the throes of passion."

"Good. Because I can't promise it won't happen again." I said. Saul smiled at me, eyes droopy from sex and a lazy smile on his face.