“What if the kids hear us and wake up?” I whimper as his hand slides over my lower stomach. But the moment his fingers reach my slit, parting me, and he slowly drags them up over my clit, all my conscious thought slips away. All I can concentrate on is how good it feels. He knows my body in a way that I don’t even have to say a word; he reads my cues, and I’m like putty in his hands.
“Then you better be quiet.” He rolls my body toward him, and as soon as I’m on my back, he is on top of me and his mouth is on me like he has been starved of the passion a kiss between us can hold.
His lips are my weakness.
The perfect softness of skin and the roughness of his beard. I crave it when we are apart, and the moment we reconnect, it’s like his facial hair awakens the sexual woman I never knew I was until I met Lex, the same one I bury deep down around my children.
But right here, right now, I want to let her free.
I grip his hair tightly as I devour him just as fiercely as he is me. Our bodies rub hard against each other, trying to find some relief from the arousal that is exploding inside us like fireworks that have been lit a few days too early.
“Fuck,” he growls at me as he pulls back slightly, and the pupils in his eyes are black, wide, and full of fire. I never have to wonder how he feels about me, it’s written all over his face.
“Until the day I die, I will never get enough of you.” His head drops to my breast, and he sucks on the nipple that is rock hard, sending chills through me, and my pussy is dripping.
“Then take me now, hard and fast, before we miss our chance.” I’m desperate to feel him inside me after his words have my heart full to the brim of blissful love for him.
“I don’t have to be told twice.” And in one motion, he pushes his cock deep inside me, his mouth opening over mine, swallowing the loud moan of pure joy that is being freed from my body.
We are so frantic to get to the peak of our orgasms together. Our mouths are intertwined, hands are moving in a frenzy to touch every part of each other’s bodies as Lex continues to pound into me over and over again. I wrap my legs around him, giving him the perfect angle to rub against my clit every time he buries himself so deeply.
I’m so close and am struggling to breathe, but I know if I pull out of this kiss, I’m going to be screaming the house down as this orgasm hits me hard. Tender sex is beautiful, but this fast, chaotic sex is hot as hell and has my body responding explosively every single time.
The fire starts burning through my body as I scream his name into his mouth, and I come so hard my body is shaking. White flashes of light cross my vision as my eyes clench shut. Lex’s body responds to me losing it, as I feel him draining every last drop of come inside me.
We finally break apart, and all I can hear echoing through the room is the sound of us both gasping for air.
“Holy shit, woman!” Lex grunts beside me on the bed.
“You promised me I would still get my time with Sexy Lexy, so I’m holding you to that.” I giggle, and in my head, I know that we will be old and gray and I’ll still be calling him that. It keepsme back in the memory of that first special summer we met and our time at the lake house together.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll fulfill that promise again.” Rolling to his side and propping himself up on his elbow, he looks down at me.
“Ten minutes… You must be getting old, it used to be five.”
“Oh, you will pay for that comment.” He moves down the bed, and before I can say a thing or move an inch, he is between my legs and drops his head toward my body. “You better get the pillow, because I’m not going to stop until you are screaming my name repeatedly and can’t hold on any longer.”
And he wasn’t joking.
Chapter Three
LEX
They all complained so hard when I told them the kids were coming on this trip, but our first two full days in Australia have been amazing.
We spent one day full of animal encounters at Taronga Zoo which was like nothing we have ever experienced. It’s hard to believe the zoo is in one of the most sought-after locations in Sydney and that the animals have uninterrupted views over the harbor toward the Opera House. The kids fed giraffes, got up close with the kangaroos, took photos with koalas, and learned the native animals don’t just roam the streets of the city. And when those little black Tasmanian devils started chasing each other around their enclosure, they reminded me of the kids on a bad day. They can get aggressive for such a small creature.
Although we hired our own private water taxi for the week, the younger kids still wanted to take rides on the iconic harbor ferries, so we gave in and battled the holiday crowds, which was easier here because no one knows who we are. Of course, we have a couple of plain-clothed security guys just watchingus from afar, that Ashton organized for us. The kids don’t need to know they are being watched, but we just feel safer with the security close by if we need them.
We wandered around The Rocks, which is where all the historic buildings are still standing and have been restored from when the English first settled in the country. And of course, that day the kids kept our bank balances working overtime because it is also the prime tourist shopping area. Us four guys wrangled the kids for an hour while Mia, Paige, Tilly, and Bella were given time to wander on their own. So far, we have four pieces of art to take home, enough stuffed koalas that we could say we own a whole colony, but the thing that Mia loves the most is the beautiful white-gold opal ring she is now wearing. No matter what I say—and she doesn’t even need my money, she has plenty of her own now that she is independently wealthy and doesn’t need to feel like she relies on my trust fund—but she still won’t usually spend it on herself. This ring is the first large purchase she has made on her own, not because she needed it, but instead for the simple reason that she fell in love with it. They say healing takes time, and this is part of her journey toward feeling worthy and loving herself enough to step out of her comfort zone and splurge.
The kids, well, that’s a different story. She is always happy to spoil them.
We’ve been at Manly Beach now for over and hour, and I think I have built over a hundred sand castles that one of the little ones then runs and jumps on top of while they loudly squeal and giggle. But it’s time for them all to sit and have a morning snack with the moms.
“Dad, those guys I was just talking to want to know if me and you guys want to play beach cricket with them?” Jack looks at me with pleading eyes. I’ve watched cricket before but have never played it and have no idea on the rules, but I love that he still wants us involved.
Tate jumps up from the sand to stand next to Jack. “I’m in. Let’s show these Aussie boys that we can beat them at their own game. Who else is in?” He looks at Gray, Mason, and me, and I know we have no choice but to join them.
