“This was supposed to be just for you, wife,” he murmured, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared up at me.
“Thisisfor me.” I sank down on him then, slow and easy, as he groaned against my throat and gripped my hips like he needed the anchor.
Though he’d fucked me enough that I’d grown used to his size, I still couldn’t take him in one thrust. So I took my time, rising up before inching down, again and again. And then, finally, he was seated so deep inside me, I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
I shuddered out a moan, our foreheads pressed together as I clenched around his length and he cursed under his breath. Andthen I began to move. Up and down, slow strokes designed to torment us both.
“God, I could live right here,” he said, his breath hot against my lips. “Watching you ride me like you were born to do it. Look at you—fucking gorgeous taking my cock so well.”
Gripping my hips, he dug his fingers into my skin, guiding my rhythm over him, forcing me to take every inch as he ground up into me like he needed more. Like being inside me still wasn’t close enough.
“You feel how deep I am, hellcat? How much this perfect little cunt stretched to welcome me inside? That’s mine, Willa. All mine.”
Whimpering, I rode him with slow rolls of my hips, my hands in his hair, our chests brushing, him filling me completely—as close as two people could get. With one hand guiding my hips, he cupped my face with the other and kissed me—hot and wild and yet somehow still tender.
And when he rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed as he murmured, “You have no idea what you do to me, wife,” I let myself fall into the land of make-believe.
A place where he was mine, and I was his, and this cobbled-together life we’d built out of terms and conditions wasn’t pretend. Wasn’t something with an expiration date we’d agreed to before jumping.
Instead, it was beautiful and raw andreal. Something that never had to end.
CHAPTER FORTY
LINCOLN
Lincoln:
How busy are you at the shop?
Declan:
Busy. I’m not taking another of your shifts. Jesus Christ, Linc. Quit fucking your wife all the goddamn time and do some actual work.
Lincoln:
Excuse you. I’ll fuck my wife whenever the hell I want. Best part of being married.
And I’m not asking you to pick up a shift.
Declan:
Wtf is it then? Cause I already helped you build a goddamn spa outside. Pretty fucking sure the favor meter is tapped out.
Lincoln:
It’s for Willa.
Declan:
Fucker
Fine
Lincoln:
If I give you a crumpled piece of notebook paper with a half-sketched logo and a rage scribble over it, can you work some magic?
Declan:
