“If I can beat Rich to it.” She grinned, already walking toward the nursery like she ran the whole damn house.
“I’m bringing Shiloh to you now,” I told her. “Need a night alone with my wife.”
She gave me a sideways look. “Oh, you tryna make another one tonight?”
I chuckled low. “Something like that.”
She laughed as I jogged back to our room, gently lifted my youngest son into my arms, and carried him to her.
Jo moved in after Stormi had the baby. Said she’d stay ‘til things got smooth again. At first, I was skeptical. Three strong ass women under one roof? Thought they’d burn the place down before the month was over. But what we built here. This village it’s solid. Real solid. A man couldn’t ask for more.
I placed Shiloh in the crib inside his never used nursery, kissed the top of his soft curls, and nodded toward the door.
“Tag Rich in if you need him,” I said.
She knew what that meant. It was code: Don’t knock. Don’t call. Don’t open the door. Tonight was for me and mines.
“This is the kind of love that keeps me up all night. This is…”
Stormi was still deep in her shower studio session by the time I stepped back into the bedroom. Her voice was soft, slightly off key, but sweet as hell.
I didn’t hesitate. I stripped out of my clothes, every layer falling to the floor without a second thought and stepped into the steam into her. She didn’t hear me at first, not until I slipped in behind her, wrapping my arms around that waist that still made me lose focus. I pulled her close, my chest to her back, lips pressed against her damp shoulder.
“This is what I want to do for the rest of my life,” I whispered, echoing the song as I kissed my way down her neck.
She giggled and leaned into me like she’d been waiting all day to be touched this way. Everything she’d been through lately… and she still smiled. Still held it down for me. For our boys. For everyone around her.
She turned to face me slowly, her eyes meeting mine and just like every time, I got lost in them.
“The boys are right in the room, sleep,” she said, looping her arms around my neck with that soft warning in her voice.
“Already taken care of,” I murmured, claiming her mouth with a kiss that told her exactly how much I needed her.
I wanted to be gentle. I needed to be. But the urge to feel her, reconnect, remind myself I still had peace in the middle of all this chaos it took over.
I lifted her, pressed her back gently against the shower wall, steam curling around us, water sliding down her curves. Outside of her heart, her lips were the only thing I planned to be soft with tonight.
“I love you,” I breathed against her ear, voice low and raw.
She bit her bottom lip, those big eyes heavy with the same hunger I felt. “I love you too,” she said, smiling slow and sexy.
And at that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the war outside these walls. Not the past, not even the pain just us. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders as my mouth found its favorite place on earth. She tasted like everything I missed. Everything I needed. Every reason I hadn't burned this city to the ground yet.
The second I touched her, Stormi melted into me soft, trembling, her breath catching on the edge of a moan. I kissed around her clit first, teasing her, taking my time. Licking slow, letting my tongue write love letters she didn’t need to read out loud. I wasn’t just trying to make her feel good. I was trying to bring her peace.
Her hips rolled forward, thighs tightening around my face, back arching off the wall like her body couldn’t take it anymore. And still, I didn’t let her fall. I never would.
I stopped just before she came, kissing her thighs, biting gently, blowing soft air across her slickness watching her shiver. Her hand found the back of my head, fingers curling into my hair. “Seth…”
I smirked. Yeah, I missed her. Missed this. Missed being the reason she came apart. When her release finally hit, it was soft and loud a moan that told me I had my wife right where she needed to be.
She moaned, back arched, breath shattered against the steam of the shower, and I lost my mind completely. I didn’t want to be careful anymore. I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to ruin her for anyone else not that she’d ever belong to anybody but me.
“I can’t breathe,” she whispered through a moan, and all I wanted to say was:
“I’ll breathe for you, baby. I got you.”
Because I did. In every fucked up, twisted way I had her. And she had me.
