“It’s just through here,” I explain, grabbing her hand in mine as I lead her to the far wall of the gym. When I gave her a tour of the house before her hysterectomy, I told her this door was for a changing room off the gym because I didn’t have the surprise finished at the time. But over the course of her healing these past few weeks, the last of the materials arrived and it’s finally ready for the big reveal.
Just as I’m about to open the door, she tugs on my hand to stop me. “Seriously, J. Where are you taking me? Oh, do you have some sort of kink about christening every room in the house? Because if so, I can think of about a dozen other rooms I’d rather do that in than the gym changing room. No offense.”
“None taken. And I’ll store that idea away for later, but that’s not what this is about. I may have told a little white lie when I said this was a changing room.” Reaching behind me, I turn the handle and watch her face register what I mean when the door opens to the dimly lit room.
She covers her mouth and gasps. “Jax, what is this?”
“I’m sure you’re used to more state-of-the-art equipment, but I got the best of what was available to me in hopes you could record music here when the mood strikes,” I explain, guiding her into the home studio I had originally built into the home but left empty. Standing behind her, I wrap one arm around her waist while using the other to point to different things in the room.
In place of the small changing room she was expecting is a room that spans nearly seven hundred square feet. I walk Taevin through the first part of the room where the production equipment is set up against a half-glass wall that leads into an enclosed studio that takes up nearly two-thirds of the space.
“When they were finishing the basement, they had to move the baby grand piano in here before they even put up the walls. They literally built the room around it, so I made it the focal point,” I explain as we walk into the studio area. The entire backwall is filled with various guitars hung on the wooden acoustic paneling. “Over here is where you can record vocals, and the music producer I hired to help me with logistics and equipment assured me the room was big enough for your full band to be in here if you ever wanted to fly them out to record something.”
Turning her around, I point back through the glass to the wall by the entrance. “And then I purchased and had as many pictures of you performing over the years as I could hung up on the back wall there. I figured the one on the side here would be a good spot for any of your albums and awards if you ever wanted to bring them here. If you ever, uh, you know, decided to stay,” I end on a whisper, instantly regretting pushing her too far when I’m met with nothing but silence.
Instead of saying anything, Taevin leads me back into the control room. I’m about to apologize for overstepping when she pushes me down onto the couch against the far wall. “What—” I start, but am cut off when she straddles my lap.
“Sometimes words aren’t enough to express appreciation—” Taevin starts as she slides my shirt up and over my head. “Sometimes expressing gratitude through action is the only way to show someone how truly appreciative you are of their grand gesture.” My breaths come out strangled when Taevin places a kiss on my jaw and licks a trail down my neck before sitting up and wrapping her arms around my neck. Resting her forehead against mine, she shakes her head almost as if in disbelief, and the feeling is mutual, because what is happening right now?
With her lips brushing against mine, she murmurs, “And Jackson, I’m so fucking thankful for not only this beautiful room, but this entire house that I very much so plan to make our home. Because, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to live with you here. Not just while I’m receiving treatment, but for the rest of our whole damn lives.”
Reaching up, I grasp her face in my hands and lean back so I can look into her eyes while I make my confession. “Baby, nothing would be more right.” My gaze flickers to her lips and back. “I love you, Tae. I still love you. I’ve never stopped, not for a damn minute over the past ten years.”
A strangled gasp leaves her as she wraps her arms around me, rocking us back and forth as she clings to me. Without breaking our embrace, she whispers against my neck, “I’ve never stopped loving you, Jackson, and I never will. I am yours until I take my very last breath, and even beyond that—my love for you is eternal.”
Instead of giving either of us a chance to react to her declaration, her lips crash against mine in a kiss that expresses not only our love, but our forgiveness and promise to move forward in our second act together.
Our bodies move in sync as if no time has passed since we were last like this. Fisting the fabric of my T-shirt she’s wearing, I slowly inch my fists up, only breaking our kiss so I can lift it off over her head.
“Tae, baby,” I breathe, completely mesmerized by the feel of her silky skin beneath my palms once again. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her bare breasts in front of me is too tempting to resist. “You’re so fucking perfect, T.”
I’m prepared for the apprehensive look crossing her face and not surprised when she murmurs “No, I’m not.”
“You are. You’re perfect beyond belief. I’ve been obsessed with you since we were eighteen and my fascination has only grown with time. Come here,” I tell her, pulling her closer so I can place open-mouth kisses across her chest, kissing up her neck until I come across her rose tattoo behind her ear. Drifting my lips over the delicate ink, I tweak her nipples between my fingers at the same time, earning me a sweet moan that sends blood rushing to my dick.
Taevin grips onto my shoulders, nails digging deliciously into my flesh as she begins rocking her hips over mine. I resent every ounce of clothing separating my skin from meeting hers.
As if she can read my mind, Tae lifts off of me before undoing the button on my shorts and pulling them and my boxer briefs down at the same time.
Taevin stands before me in nothing but a white, cotton thong, and the sight flips a switch inside my brain. I go feral, moving into action as if on instinct. One moment I’m sitting on the couch, the next I’m kneeling before her with my arms wrapped around the backs of her legs.
Staring up at her, she cups my cheek, and then drags her thumb across my jaw until she thumbs my bottom lip, pulling it from between my teeth. “I’ve nearly forgotten all of the sinister things my husband’s mouth can do. Think you can remind me?”
I fucking whimper in desperation for her to let me do just that. I’d love nothing more than to taste her again. Eating her pussy was my favorite pastime.
I lick a trail up her thigh until I meet her thong-covered pussy. Hooking my fingers beneath the waistband, I slowly drag them down inch by inch, placing delicate kisses in their wake until she steps out of them.
Licking my lips, I prepare to devour her just as she presses her palm against my forehead.
“Lie down on the couch, J.”
“What?” I ask incredulously as I look up at her.
“Be a good boy for me and lie on your back so I can sit on your face.”
It’s actually pathetic how fast I scramble to the couch, but I give zero fucks in this moment because my wife is going to sit on my face. I’m not sure where this newfound confidence of hers has come from, and I’m certainly not going to think on it too hard right now, but I’m a fucking fan of my wife telling me whatto do. I’m not above begging and pleading with her to let me taste her at this point.
As soon as I’m lying on my back, Taevin straddles my chest, facing away from me. My mouth waters in anticipation but before she scoots back, Taevin bends over and places a soft kiss on the head of my cock, making it jerk in response.
