Chapter one
Logan
October
“That’s it, baby doll.Suck my cock like a good little girl.”
In response to my demand, Shiloh works her tongue across my shaft, exploring every inch of me as if this is her first time meeting my dick instead of the thousandth. It’s the best fucking torture.
“Baby.” I groan, tightening my fist around my woman’s long hair, guiding her hot mouth. My head falls into the massive pile of pillows as pleasure rockets through me. “Fuck. If you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Despite my firm grip, she pops off me the second the words leave my mouth. My head snaps up and my mouth gapes open.
“I was—”
She shoots me a withering glare that has my words dying mid sentence as she wipes her swollen lips with the back of her hand.
“No.”
I bolt upright. “That’s not nice.”
She rolls her eyes in a very Shiloh-like manner as her hands work their way down her naked body. Her thick thighs arespread wide, showing me how wet she is, and I ache to devour her.
“What can I say? I’m not very nice.”
“Lies,” I mutter distractedly, my eyes tracking her movements. Her breasts are heavy and overflowing in her small hands, but they fit perfectly in mine. Fuck. Every inch of her was made for me. “You’re the nicest woman I know.”
She pauses, her fingers millimeters from her dark, hard nipples. My mouth actually waters with jealousy. “I better be the only woman you know, Logan Huxley.”
My eyes flick to hers and narrow. “You’re very grumpy tonight, Mrs. Huxley,” I murmur, shifting to my knees. I cock a brow as I move toward her. “Why exactly would that be, hmm?”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“You most definitely are.” I chuckle, brushing the tip of my finger across her jaw. “I just can’t figure out why.”
I might have an idea, but I’m hoping like hell I’m wrong.
My finger trails down her chest, circling a puckered nipple before chasing the path with my tongue. I suck it between my lips and flick my gaze up to hers, watching as her eyes go hooded. There’s my baby. I pop off, giving her other breast the same attention.
“We have the house to ourselves all weekend,” I murmur as I continue to tease her. “I fed you every single one of your favorite foods for dinner, then spread you out on the counter so I could have my dessert. I spent half an hour with my face buried between your thighs and gave you countless orgasms. What exactly do you have to be so sassy about, baby?”
Please don’t say it.
“I’m fine.” She scoffs and reaches for my cock, pumping it with a firm grip. “Are we doing this, or not?”
I freeze, the harsh bite in her tone catching me off guard.
This isn’t like her. I can count the genuine arguments we’ve had over the three years we’ve been together on one hand. Every single one of them took place in the same eight-week period.
The reminder has my insides twisting painfully, and suddenly, the desire to fuck my wife dissolves. Not because I don’t want her, but because the memory of those weeks makes me want to bundle her in my arms and hold her close. Makes me want to love her, worship her, remind her she and our boys are the most precious things on the goddamned planet to me.
“Hey.” I snag her wrist, tugging it away from my softening dick and bring it to my mouth. I press my kiss to her wedding ring, the same way I do countless times a day. “Talk to me.”
Shiloh bites her lip and looks away. Nope. Can’t have that. I gently grip her chin, forcing her pretty eyes back to mine. I’m shocked to find them glossy.
“Oh, baby doll.” Her eyes squeeze shut as a muffled sob slips free. She tucks her lips in and curls in on herself. The sight is enough to destroy me. “Fuck.”
Without pause, I drop to my ass and snatch her up, bundling her into my lap. She comes willingly, but her body is tense. I scoot back against the mound of pillows and draw a soft blanket over her bare skin, cuddling her close. I press my lips to her hair and cradle her head to my chest.
