Smirking, I scoff lightly. “To be honest, just lately we haven’t been doing a lot of talking.”
“Oh, then what have you been doing? We’ve all noticed the way you’ve been recently, but I need details. Pregnant sex is a pain in the ass, so I need to live vicariously through you until my pussy recovers from pushing a watermelon out of it.”
“That was an image I didn’t need.” I grimace.
“Starling. Details. Seriously, what has that crazy-ass husband of yours been doing to give you that glow?”
“Do you remember that book we read with the…free use in it?”
Sammy’s jaw drops open. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
“So, no warm-up or foreplay. He just spreads your legs and fucks you whenever he wants?”
“I mean, not just sex.”
“What else?” she asks quickly, her expression openly curious.
“He’ll shove his dick in my face and force me to suck him off. And…”
“And what?”
“We’ve been experimenting with the plugs I bought back when Bunny was talking about how much she enjoys anal.”
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Sammy says with a smirk.
“I wouldn’t call it…good, but I…” Swallowing thickly, I glance at the baby in my arms, glad that he has no idea what I’m saying before I blurt, “I kind of enjoy him forcing me to do it.”
“Forcing?” Sammy hisses, her brows arched so high they’re almost touching her hairline.
“Notforcing, forcing. I could say no. But the dirty talk is insane, and he…tells me to take it. That he’s not asking permission. It’s…”
“Hot,” she pants, wafting her hand exaggeratedly in front of her face.
“So hot,” I agree. “Sebastian basically said that he knows I’m just as much of a psycho as him, so if he can’t control me, he can control my body.”
“And you like that?” she asks, hanging off my every word.
“I really do. I don’t know why, but I really, really do. It’s like this new dynamic between us has given us balance again, and we’re not fighting for the upper hand.”
“Is that what you’ve been doing? I knew you guys were struggling a little bit, but I didn’t realize it was that bad.”
Sighing, I pull a face at Lysander and boop his nose before I respond. “It’s not bad, exactly. But he’s been on edge, and that sets me on edge. It’s gotten worse as the summer has come to an end. But this last week, it’s been amazing. I’m still mad at him about the security team and changing me to online to finish my degree, but I don’t feel like we’re tiptoeing around each other anymore.”
“Because you’ve agreed, he can use you like a sex toy,” Sammy snorts.
“Have you even been a sex toy?” I snark.
“Well, no, but…”
“You should try it. Maybe you can when your pussy doesn’t look like hamburger.”
She flicks her middle finger up at me, and I laugh. “You need to get ready; I’ll return this one to Cassidy while you take a shower, then I’ll help you get dressed.”
Closing the bedroom door behind me, I coo at Lysander as I carry him downstairs, finding Harry standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee.
“I think this belongs to you,” I say, pressing a kiss to the top of the baby’s head before I hold him out for Harry to take.
