“How is she?” I ask.
Kelsey still hasn’t been feeling great. She’s blaming it on the winter and not being used to the cold.
“A little better. Still doesn’t want to go to the doctor though.”
I shake my head. “Stubborn one.”
“One of the reasons I love her.” He stops in front of me, looking down at us with a smile. “You need some help?”
“Nah, I’m comfy.”
Chuckling, he leans over to ruffle my hair, knowing there’s nothing I can do about it.
“You’re a good man, Grizz. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
He goes back upstairs to take care of his wife. Tommy says he loves how stubborn she is, but he’s one cough away from shoving her in the car and driving her to the hospital. She’s been throwing up every day for over a week. She’s had bad headachesand can hardly get out of bed. No temp though. And she can eat certain things and feel fine, but other things have her sick for hours.
I sit on the couch for a while longer, watching the TV on low volume. It doesn’t even matter that they’re both sleeping, just having them next to me, touching me, is the best thing ever. I didn’t know being next to someone else could feel this good.
Dorothea has been sleeping longer through the night. Anastacia still naps when she can and has been in a better mood because of it. I think we all have, now that we’re getting better sleep.
My back starts to ache, my arm going numb, so I guess it’s time to go to bed. I run my hand down Anastacia’s arm to wake her.
“Angel,” I whisper. “Hey.”
“Hm?” She shifts, looking up at me with sleepy eyes.
“Let’s go to bed.”
She blinks a few times, clearly still half asleep.
“Bed, Angel. Let’s go to sleep.”
She nods, sitting up. With her eyes half closed, she makes her way to our bedroom, me following after her. I turn into Dorothea’s room and lay her in her crib, then lean down to kiss her head. I wait a moment to make sure she’s still asleep.
“Good night, beautiful girl.”
I check that the front door is locked—twist lock, deadbolt, and chain—then head to my bedroom, taking off my shirt as I go. I get down to my boxer briefs and slide into bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I curl up behind Anastacia, pulling her against me. She hums a happy sound, wiggling her ass against me, which my dick takes notice of. Still, I close my eyes with the plan to go to sleep. She’s tired; sex can wait. It can always wait.
It used to be a huge part of my life—drinking and fucking. It was part of the club and what we did for fun and to pass time—it’s what all the other guys still do. Well, all of them but Shark and Snapper. Now? I think I could go without sex for the rest of my life, as long as I have Anastacia. She fills parts of me I didn’t realize were empty—parts I was filling with meaningless things like sex and alcohol. Cliche, I know. But it’s true. I’m fulfilled. Happy. Sex is great and it feels amazing and I love it with Anastacia, but I don’t need it the way I once did. We have so much more than that.
But I am still a man, and she has a nice fucking ass that is now grinding against me—purposefully making me hard.
“Angel,” I growl, sliding my hand up her stomach and between her breasts to rest there. Her nails dig into my thigh, holding on as she pushes against me.
She tugs on my briefs to pull them down, then shoves her panties down. I lift her leg, and slide into her.
“So fucking wet…”
“Can’t help it.”
I rock into her slowly, touching every inch of her that I can. I kiss her shoulder, her neck. She sucks on my fingers and rides my cock, trying to make me pick up the pace but I’m enjoying going slow.
Fucking hard and fast is great but taking it slow and feeling every inch of her tight pussy around me is goddamn amazing. I find her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts, wanting to feel her come undone on my dick. It doesn’t take long, and her fluttering pussy has me coming right after.
We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be so stupid. We should use condoms, take precautions, but… she feels too fucking good to stop.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
