The minute he got up and released me to move, I hustled to our bedroom. There was never a moment when my husband offered to worship my body that I was stupid enough to turn it down. If he promised something in bed, he absolutely meant what he said and followed through.
I hustled my ass up the stairs just as my husband called out, “I’m coming for you, Vi!”
“Not yet, but you will be soon!” I teased, kicked it into high gear, and ducked into our bedroom. I started to shed my pants as fast as humanly possible and ended up tripping over my own feet, but Ridge was there and wrapped his arms around me before I could tumble face-first into the bed.
The minute I regained my balance, Ridge’s hands immediately went to my exposed thighs. His fingers trailed up to the panties I hadn’t pushed down yet, and he paused there long enough to pull the material out and snap them against my hips. I moaned as he traveled further up to the bottom of my button-up blouse and tugged hard enough to make all the buttons pop off. A giggle escaped me as they pinged around the room. My husband’s unfettered enthusiasm was worth the cleanup we’d have to do later. As soon as my blouse was removed, I turned in Ridge’s embrace to face him with only my bra and panties between us. My pants were still stuck around my ankles, along with one of my shoes that hadn’t come off when I tripped. I should have looked like an absolute mess but judging from my husband’s heated look, that wasn’t the case at all.
“You’re a beautiful mess, Wife.”
“You’re my handsome savior, Husband.”
“Well, aren’t we just a pair,” Ridge teased as he snapped open my bra without even looking. I was in awe every time he managed to get it unhooked on the first try when he couldn’t even see where it was fastened behind my back. Even I had trouble sometimes. His hands slid the silky straps down my arms, and he watched intently as the garment slipped free and fell to the floor at our feet.
His fingers glided over my nipples before he took a minute to pluck and tug at them until they stiffened into near painful peaks. “I don’t know if I can take the teasing, Ridge.”
“You can take everything I dish out to you, my sweet flower.” His voice had gone husky, and his eyes were half-lidded. The usually lighter, sea-foam green hue turned mossy as his pupils dilated. My horny husband reached down between us and snatched my pretty little pink thong right off my body. While the quick snap of fabric stung my butt a bit more than the earlier teasing pop against my hips, the anticipation of what my man would do next had me dripping with need.
“Ridge, I need you to take me hard.”
“Don’t you want to create our baby while making sweet love to your husband?” I knew he was teasing me, so I rolled my eyes.
“No matter how you take me, I feel loved, so how about we do it hard and dirty. If we’re successful, those days might be behind us for a while after the baby arrives. We need to store up all those memories to get us through the long nights and the quiet quickies.
“Shit, I don’t know whether to be turned on or off by that.” We both laughed, but I shrugged, and the movement caused Ridge’s attention to focus on my tits as they bounced. “Mmm, you should do that again,” he suggested. “I like when you’re indifferent, but only when you’re naked.”
I rolled my eyes again and grabbed his silky, turgid cock. I tugged hard and forced Ridge to take another step closer to me. His eyes came up to meet mine and I smiled sweetly at the love of my life.
“I want this cock inside me in the next two minutes, or I am going to forget how we’re supposed to make a baby and take your load down my throat instead.”
“Fuck, Vi!” Ridge hissed as he picked me up and threw me further up the bed. “Spread those legs for me, sweets. I’m about to make your wish come true.”
Chapter 2
Ridge
The past few weeks felt like living in a different dimension where my wife wasn’t the same open, charming, honest person I’d been enamored with for the past decade. The woman who was once always home when my workday was done suddenly wasn’t. Not only was she gone more often than not, she never bothered to update me on where she was headed. Sharing our locations, destinations, and full agendas had never been a requirement in our relationship, but it was often done out of courtesy or to avoid scheduling conflicts. Violet had never given me reason not to trust her before. Her secretive movements, hushed conversations, and vague dismissals of late had begun to fray my faith in my wife and our marriage in ways I never imagined possible.
She was gone again this morning before I even woke up to go to work, and that was saying something, since my alarm went off every morning during the week at half past five without fail. I glanced down at my phone as I sat at a stoplight and there was still no response to the text message I'd sent her before I left.
Ridge: Good morning, beautiful! Had to run to work. Where are you and what are you up to today? I was disappointed you were gone when I woke.
It had been thirty minutes since I sent the text. The person behind me beeped their horn, indicating that I'd missed the light changing over to green. The minute I started to pull forward, my eyes scanned to the side street to make sure nothing was coming, and I saw my cousin, Moreland, standing there. It appeared as though he was waiting for someone who was still inside the bakery, but with all the crap they had painted on their windows, I couldn't tell who. Another beep from the asshole behind me meant that I couldn't hesitate any longer. Moreland's attention flashed my way as the car behind me beeped again. Rather than raising a hand and waving, he ducked out of sight like someone who didn’t want to be seen.
"I feel like I'm in the twilight zone," I said to myself. Then I asked my car to call Moreland. It rang straight to voicemail, which made me feel even more off about the day. Instead of overthinking things, I called Aunt Gale. If Moreland was in town, she would know.
“To what do I owe the honor of speaking to my favorite nephew this morning?"
"I'm your only nephew," I reminded her as part of our usual game.
"Oh, yeah. So, you are. Well, what can I do for you, honey?"
"Is Moreland in town? I could have sworn I just saw him at the bakery I passed on the way to work."
She hesitated a moment and then sighed. "I'm not sure why he'd be in town and not inform his mother," she stated, but there was something off about her tone. It had lost the playfulness of our earlier banter.
"Okay, I guess maybe I was seeing things, then."
"Most likely. You know my boy is a hard-working sailor, and today might be Friday, but that's still a workday in the Navy, last I checked."
