Chapter 4
Sam
Holy Balls.Suds slides in deep and grinds against my sweet spot. After one mind-blowing orgasm, I didn’t think I’d blossom again until spring, but he already has my bud interested.He starts slowly, kissing my eyelids until I open. Then, his intense brown eyes capture mine, my inner muscles twitch, and he groans.
“Sugar.”
I arch and match his rhythm. Together, we accelerate. Thoughts flee as my body takes on his need. He spins and lifts me on top. As I ride him, he fingers me, coaxing me toward climax. The moment I’m about to come, he pulls out, and sets me on my hands and knees. Gripping my hip, he reaches around to press a finger to my quivering nub, places himself at my opening, and dives in. When he halts, I glance over my shoulder to see if everything is okay, and he winks.
You want to play, huh?I place my head between my hands and my butt rises higher in the air.
Hissing, he moves, our cores bump, and I reach heaven with a shudder. My inner muscles shake around him as he holds my hips and takes command.
“Fuck!” He joins me with a primal groan from deep within his chest, then collapses onto the damp sheets, unable to move.
After a brief snooze, I stir with his weight on top of me. His mouth next to my ear, he says, “I love you. Never doubt me, y’hear?”
Time stands still as we find our way back to earth. Eventually, he pulls out and rolls his warm body off from my back. Lying side by side, we stare at each other, and smile. My palm rests on his cheek’s rough stubble, and we kiss gently until the cat jumps on the bed.
“Meow?” Her paws pull at my hair and when that doesn’t work, she head-butts Suds.
“Get your own damn partner.”
I figure I’m off the hook from earlier, but my husband is not a man so easily distracted. “No more jealousy. I only got eyes for you, babe.”
“I wasn’t worried… not exactly.” I intertwine my fingers with his. “It’s a matter of fairness.”
“Hmm?” His beautiful eyes penetrate my soul, releasing some of my fears.
“Well, after having a baby, you’re more handsome than ever and I got fat.”
“Sam.” He pinches my chin. “You are fucking perfect. A few pounds one way or ’nother won’t make a difference how I feel. We clear?”
Despite his amazing hands and tongue, or maybe because of them, I strengthen my resolve to stay on my cold-turkey diet. From now on, no eating between meals, no carbs, and no alcohol. I will eat eggs for breakfast, salad for lunch, and meat with veggies for dinner. No more Petey’s and no Italian pastries from Mrs. Murphy’s. I heave out a deep sigh.
“What’re you thinkin’?” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Simply, how lucky I am. And how early I need to wake.” I turn, spoon against him, and when I snuggle, his arm tucks me close.
“Are we good? No more worrying about Selena Bright?” Resting on an elbow, he nibbles my shoulder.
“As long as she understands I’m armed and jealous.”
He snickers. “I did tell her that. But babe, I got one request. No more hanging up in the middle of a discussion.”
He’s right but I didn’t want to argue, and he is so overprotective. “Remember me? Your business partner? You can’t keep insisting I stay at home.”
“We agreed-”
“I know and I’m sorry but it’s not enough, tough guy. Sometimes, I need to go out in the field. Especially, if there’re no risks. God, at times I feel so useless. If I talk about curtains one more time with the play group moms, I may go postal.”
He grumbles but it sounds like agreement, so I close my eyes and sleep. The next morning, my alarm goes off and we make love in the shower.
While I towel dry, Suds rinses and shares his itinerary. “I’m goin’ to take Mikey to the park, then leave him off at the salon. Wheels has Selena for the day. She has a couple of… Uh, clients. Afterwards, me and him will drive her to DC.”
Next, we review my agenda and when finished, I rush downstairs to catch an Uber. Having not slept, the moment the plane takes off, I’m out until we land. At the gate, I grab my bag from the overhead compartment, thank the crew, and shiver in the accordion tunnel.
Inside the warm terminal, my mouth drops as I stare out the window. Holy fuck, it’s snowing huge thick flakes and the tarmac is covered with at least an inch. God almighty, how the hell do people live in the artic?
