“How do we tell your family?”
My eyes flicked over the console. Daisy sat with her arms around her stomach, her gaze pinned somewhere out the window.
“Tell them what?” I was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but I asked anyway.
Daisy turned, pink flushing all the way down her neck. “That we’re…us.”
Us.
I hit the blinker and shifted in the seat. Just hearing her call ususmade my dick hard.
“I don’t think we need to tell them, Daze.”
“Oh.”
I reached over and caught her hand, dragging her knuckles to my lips and holding them there as I spoke, “I’m pretty sure they already know.”
“Oh.” Her expression settled. “Did Harper…”
“I forbade anyone from coming to the house all week,” I admitted roughly. “If they haven’t guessedwhy,then I’m pretty sure they’ve never known me.”
Her lips parted. “You…forbade them?”
“You think they’ve just been conveniently absent?” I teased with a low chuckle.
I’d wanted this woman for four years. You better believe I forbade visitors now that I finally had her. I didn’t want anything disturbing our bubble. Not work. Not my family. Not Todd’s family. That was how I convinced her to let the rest of my delivery team take over our route for the week. I told her I didn’t want to take the chance that Mary or one of her cronies would try to ambush her again. The truth was now that I finally had her, there was no chance I was going to share her, at least not for a couple of days.
I lowered her hand back to her lap, keeping my fingers entwined with hers as I flashed her a wicked grin. “They wanted to bring food and gifts and…I wanted you to myself.”
Which was how we ended up here.On our way to Aurora’s birthday party at Aunt Ailene’s. Except it wasn’t a birthday party at all. It was a cover for the baby shower that Harper asked to throw Daisy. And only one of the many surprises I had in store for my beautiful wife.
She was six weeks out from her due date, and after just a handful of days living with her, I could tell she wanted to nest. I watched as she unpacked her things into my closet, organizing and reorganizing almost every day. The fridge was now full, everything from milk to veggies carefully stacked and cornered into its own space. When there was nothing left to organize, she’d started on a fresh batch of perfumes for the fundraiser. Wildflowers and violets, and now the kitchen counter was covered in mason jars.
Yesterday, she’d asked to rearrange the living room furniture after we’d had dinner on the deck. I moved the couch three times before demanding she lose a piece of clothing for every piece of furniture I moved.
It didn’t take long before she was naked. Or before I had her hands on the back of the couch as I fucked her from behind.
“How very caveman of you,” she teased.
I gave her thigh a squeeze. “Not nearly as caveman as I’d like to be,” I murmured and then slid my hand down between her legs.
“Max!” Daisy gasped and clutched my wrist with both her hands, her laugh becoming a choked sound when my fingers brushed her pussy. “We can’t?—”
I silenced her with a look. “Lean the seat back.” I watched her throat bob, and then she slid her hand to the side of the seat. A second later, the soft hum of the motor tipped her seat back. “Lift your dress for me, little wife.”
I made no secret of how much I enjoyed the baggy dresses she favored—and how easy they made things like this. And Daisy made no secret of favoring them more since I explained in great detail, with a demonstration, how much I liked them.
“Thank you,” I murmured with polite irony, sliding my hand along her creamy thigh and brushing my knuckles over her sex. “What kind of husband would I be if I left you all wet and needy like this?”
“Max…” Her voice turned into a garbled moan as I stroked her.
I knew it wouldn’t take much. She was so damn hypersensitive all the time now, it felt like all I had to do was look at her and she was wet for my dick.And I couldn’t get enough.
“Perfect, Daze,” I growled, hooking my finger under the edge of her underwear and tugging it to the side. A groan shredded through my lips when my fingers slid through her slick folds. “So fucking perfect.”
“Max…” she whimpered, clutching my biceps, clawing at my muscles through my shirt as I worked her swollen little clit hard and fast.
“That’s it, baby,” I cooed, spinning the steering wheel with one hand and turning onto my aunt’s driveway.
