Chris shook Amber awake, realizing they were going to be late for their appointment; Amber groaned, not wanting to get up after a short night's sleep.
"Come on, babe, we have to go, or we're going to be late. You know how traffic on the highway can be between here and the airport."
Amber sighed, unwillingly getting out of bed, and packing a bag to get dressed on the jet.
"Remind me again why we have to go back to Nash when we just got here last night? You know how I feel about coming to see family, and not getting to do so, because you always forget to tell me something."
Chris shook his head, knowing he didn't tell Amber about the marriage counseling session he put them in, in hopes to get through their rough patches with a little more ease.
"It's an appointment for both of us; Mama, Dad, and Dot all seem to think that it'll do us some good."
Amber tried not to roll her eyes, but didn't have much luck, since Chris caught her attitude.
"Just get in the car so we can go."
Amber threw her bag in the trunk, and climbed in the passenger seat of the challenger Chris had got her for Valentine's Day; Amber sat silently with her arms crossed over her chest.
Chris looked over at her, trying to come up with something that he knew she would want to talk about; when he didn't have any luck, he decided it was best to just go for it.
"Oh, come on, babe, it'll be okay, I promise."
Amber sighed, shifting her attention from the windshield to the side window.
"What do I have to do for you to talk to me?"
Amber looked over at Chris, as he tapped his first finger on the steering wheel; she grinned, thinking about all the things she could do to him to make him hurt.
Amber traced her finger along Chris' jawline, and he shivered, not sure what she was going to do, let alone what she had planned for this flight; she leaned over, pressing a kiss to Chris' neck, and his neck hair stood on end as a chill shot through his body. He bit his lip, trying to focus on the road as they neared the airport.
"What are you doing, Amber Nicole?"
Amber grinned, watching him attempt to shift positions while driving as he got more and more uncomfortable.
"What's the matter, baby?"
Chris scoffed as they pulled into the parking lot of the airport, where his private jet was awaiting them; Amber grabbed her bag out of the trunk, and met Chris by the jet. They climbed on, and got situated as they waited for takeoff. Amber sat across from Chris, and couldn't keep the grin from forming on her lips when she looked down and saw the bulge forming in Chris' crotch region.
30 minutes later, they landed in Nashville, where Chris' electric blue challenger was awaiting them; they climbed inside, and Chris made the short 15 minute drive to the doctors office. When they arrived, Amber dropped her head, realizing what was now going on.
"Chris, why are we here?"
"Because mama, dad, and Dot think it'd be good for us. Hell, I even think it'd be good for us..."
"What, marriage counseling, when we don't need it?"
Chris sighed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle.
"I'm not going inside, we don't need this."
"Oh, come on, Amber, maybe there's something he can help with..."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, maybe he can help figure out when were constantly bickering or something."
It was now Amber's turn to sigh, as she reluctantly walked into the brick building with her husband of a little over a year; they walked to the elevator, and selected their floor. Amber glanced over at Chris, who was now aggravated.
"Ya know, it's pretty sad that we've been married just about a year and a half, and we're already in marriage counseling."
Chris sighed, not wanting to listen to her mouth, so he just nodded. When they were on the floor they needed, they found the waiting room of Dr. Smith, and checked in the with receptionist.
"You may follow me; Dr. Smith will be with you shortly."
Amber and Chris sat on opposite sides of the couch, patiently awaiting Dr. Smith to come in; Amber was staring outside and Chris was playing on his phone when Dr. Smith came in.
"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Young."
Amber rolled her eyes at him, knowing he was Chris' anger management doctor, and Chris placed his phone on his leg, face down; Dr. Smith quickly jotted some notes down before starting their session.
"Well, Mr. Young, I can definitely see why you're always angry, and constantly fighting with your wife."
Amber's eyes shot between Chris and Dr. Smith; she could see the anger build up in Chris, and hoped he was going to conserve himself, since they weren't at home. He balled his fists, trying to contain his anger, but he wasn't going to let someone talk about his wife that way.
"Ya know what, go fuck yourself, Smith; I thought you could help us, but you talking shit on my wife isn't doing anything but pissing me off. We will take care of any of our issues from here on out, and you won't be hearing from us again."
Chris stood up, helping Amber up, and leading her out of the room.
"I'm sorry, baby..."
"Stop...just kiss me."
Amber bit her lip as Chris gazed into her eyes, wondering how he got so lucky to have an amazing wife like her; he pressed his lips to hers, and she melted into his kiss. She pushed him into the elevator, making sure they were the only ones; her hands began wandering his body, finding his neck and hair. She pressed another kiss to his lips, letting her hands trail down his torso. He bit his lip when her hands found his crotch, and she began rubbing him through his jeans; he debated on if he'd have time to let her have some fun before the elevator stopped on the bottom floor. He grabbed on of her hands, and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans; he let her comprehend what he was doing for a moment, but when she was taking too long to do what he wanted, he shoved her hand down his boxer briefs, and she began to rub his cock. He tossed his head back in pleasure, but was almost embarrassed, as they stopped on the bottom floor; Amber pulled her hand out of his pants as fast as she could, and he buttoned and zipped them again.
They both walked out of the building with flushed cheeks, hoping nobody noticed, and quickly got in the car; Chris thought to himself 15 minutes can't be that bad to get home, but what he forgot was that it always seemed longer when he wanted his wife, whom was now teasing him. He groaned, trying to keep his cool as they drove home; when he realized he couldn't wait until they got home, he pulled off on the nearest backroad, hoping nobody would drive by. He lead Amber to the front of the car, stripping her shorts and underwear, and helping her on the hood; she pressed several kisses to his lips and neck as he stripped his jeans and boxer briefs. He released his cock, which was now standing on end, and eased his way to Amber; when he knew she was ready, he slammed into her without warning, and her scream echoed throughout the woods and farmland. He found a steady pace, and listened to Amber's screams echo throughout the horizon; her hands found his hair and chest, and she began digging and pulling, leaving marks. She didn't lose eye contact with him until her walls clamped around his cock, slicking it with her juices, and he grinned. He watched as her body became limp as she rode out her orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, chris, that was absolutely amazing."
He grinned, as his stomach tightened, and he came inside of her, knowing they were also wanted to try and have kids in the near future.
"I love you, babe, now let's get home; we have an entire house to break in, still."
Amber grinned, pressing a kiss to Chris' lips, letting him help her down; they got dressed again, and made the short 5 minute drive home.
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