And Stormi. She was the only thing that fed me. The only thing that brought me peace and chaos at the same damn time.
She collapsed on the bed, trembling, body still humming from everything I’d done to her, and I just stood there breathing like I’d ran miles.
“You thought I was done?” I asked, voice low. My hands trembled with restraint. “You thought that was enough for me?”
She smiled, that smile was gasoline and I was already on fire.
“I haven’t touched you in weeks. I haven’t tasted you. I haven’t felt you lose control around me. And now that I’ve had a taste?” I leaned close, forehead against hers. “I need more. I need all of you.”
I kissed her like I was fighting for my life. Because I was. Because she was my life.
Stormi tried to speak, maybe tease me, maybe beg me but I didn’t give her the chance. I flipped her again, slowly, she wassomething I owned but worshipped. I was a man who knew his limits didn’t exist when it came to her.
And when she looked back at me God. There it was that look the one that said:
Take me. Break me. Remind me I’m yours.
And I did with every thrust, every whisper I spoke and every ounce of love that looked more like obsession.
I wanted her ruined by me. Marked by me. Unrecoverable without me. This was us reclaiming something. Rebuilding what the world tried to destroy.
I gripped her hips so tight that my fingerprints would be her reminder tomorrow.
She cried out my name and I snapped completely. Losing myself in her repeatedly, until the only thing left was our breathing. She was mine. And I was gone.
“Date night this Saturday?” I asked, my voice low as I held her close, my nose buried in the curve of her neck. Her scent was soft. It was the only peace I knew these days.
She giggled softly, that lazy, sweet smile spread across her face like she was some teenager being asked out for the first time. “My husband taking me out?” she asked, eyes sparkling she knew she own every part of me.
“No kids. No family. Just me and you,” I said, kissing the edge of her jaw. “I got something special planned for you.”
She turned slightly in my arms, her fingers drawing lazy circles on my chest. “Let me check my schedule,” she teased.
I tilted her chin up and kissed her lips slow and deep... “Clear it for me,” I whispered against her mouth.
She didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. The way she looked at me, full of love and peace, said everything. So, I held her tighter. Held her like she was my salvation. Because she was.
And for the first time in weeks, I let my guard down. I closed my eyes, my wife in my arms, our sons safe and sound in the rooms just down the hall, and this house our home, finally full of warmth again. Whatever comes tomorrow, I’d face it. But tonight. I had everything.
Chapter
Twelve
SETH
“Good morning, Mama,” I said, stepping into the kitchen with that old familiar warmth I’d been missin’. I kissed her cheek like I used to, back when the world felt simple and I still felt like her little boy.
She didn’t stop stirring the eggs, just kept humming that same church hymn she always went to when she needed peace or when she was mad as hell and trying to keep from saying the wrong thing.
I knew this version of her. Quiet, distant, and cold with a hint of holy. It meant I’d done something she hadn’t forgiven yet.
“Shiloh was fussy last night?” she asked without turning around.
“Yeah,” I nodded, easing into the conversation, “for some reason, he only wanted Stormi.”
She finally glanced over her shoulder. “She’s a good mother.”
“She’s a good wife too,” I added, watching her face tighten just enough to know she didn’t like that answer.
