The hum of different languages in the background tells me I’ve reached an offshore call center. Wanting Axel to listen in, I push the phone’s speaker icon.
“Hello, I’m calling about a woman who attended last weekend's event. She hasn’t come home yet.”
“Oh, I am so sorry to hear that, ma’am.” Her sing-song tone says she’s anything but.
“I will be helping you solve this issue. Unfortunately, the facility is closed, but someone will call you back in the morning. May I have your number?”
I repeat the digits four times before she gets it right. Shaking my head, I hang up, then plop on the living room couch beside my daughter. “Why do I have the feeling I will not be getting a callback?”
Bear lifts his head off his bed, glances at Axel, and paces along the sliding glass door. Perimeter clear, he returns to his place.
Recalling the strange vehicle, I make a note to mention it later, but at the moment, we have a new adventure starring MyLittle Ponies. Not long after, Abbie finishes her bath, I read her a book, and she falls asleep.
Once he’s kissed our daughter goodnight, my husband takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. “Sex?”
Winking, I shut the door with my lips to his ears. “Depends. Which pony are you?”
“The one with the blue balls.” His deep chuckle strikes my clit while my tits tighten.
As I strip off my shirt, I whisper, “It hasn’t been that long.”
“Doesn’t matter. All that tail wagging made me hard.” His silver-laced brows waggle as he works on his buttons.
My blouse drops to the floor, I slip down my tight black skirt and lose the underwear. “Why, Special Agent Wulf, I had no idea you had a thing for horses.”
“I don’t, but I like to be ridden.” Both undressed, he straddles me and kisses down my neck, pausing before he addresses my aching breasts. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love your sexy scientist outfits?”
“Perhaps, but why don’t you remind me.” My fingers slide through his silvery hair.
As his soft strands caress the sensitive webbing between my digits, he tilts his head to nibble the tip of my nose. “You don’t mind I’m gray?”
Because he's never asked, the question catches me off guard. “God no. I love it. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. Come here, Mr. Silver Wulf.”
I pull on his ears, his mouth meets mine, and our tongues tangle. While touching each other all over, he bites my earlobe.
“If memory serves, you found my sexy body irresistible.” His chuckle reaches his bluish-steel eyes, creating tiny crinkles in the corners.
Brows raised, he moans at my fist curling around his thick length. “Actually, it was your amazing dog. After all, it was him, not you, who saved my life.”
“You fell for Bear? Are you for real right now?” My husband grabs my waist, swivels onto his back, then shifts me on top. When his thumbs tease my nipples, my center leaks hot slick liquid near his belly button.
“No lie. Girl Scout'shonor.” I laugh until he grips my thighs, my core at his mouth.
Butt cheeks to my ankles, he sucks my clit so hard my brain cells cease firing. On the sharp cliff of an incredible orgasm, he pauses, which makes me moan.
“The truth, babe.” He’s so turned on, his eyes’ black centers almost cover his irises.
My hard nub pointing, I remember that fateful day on Rehoboth Beach. I had face-planted on the sand to avoid a shooter. After, I stood with my nose to his crotch.
“I give, it was your cock.”
One final suck sends me into oblivion. Slipping off his face, I scoot back, place his tip at my opening, and slide down to the bone.
He bucks up into my throbbing, pulsing inner muscles. I delight in his strength. Hands to his shoulders, I ride him hard.
“Aww, fu-” Before his shout wakes Abbie, I shoot my hand over his mouth.
“Shush.” The fleshy part of my thumb stings as he bites down.
