“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard. But you have to be patient. We have all day to fuck. Right now? Right now, I’m making love to my wife for the first time.”
As Mira’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, warmth spreads through my body. My chest tightens with emotions, and my balls tighten with my impending release.
I brush a sweat-soak strand of hair away from her face. “Are you close, sweetheart?”
She only nods, her breath ragged and choppy, a beautiful flush working its way across her chest and up her neck. When I slip my hand between our bodies and rub her clit as I surge up into her, she gasps and I lose my tenuous grip on my control.
Our lips crash together in time with our bodies, my heart pounding in my chest as all thoughts of anything outside of Mira evaporate like fog from my mind. She’s the sun, chasing everything else away. Her breasts bounce against my bare chest, and the erotic slap of skin against skin has my muscles tightening. Tingles work up from my thighs, over my groin, and through my abs.
“You’re so perfect,” I praise as needy whines and mewls flow from my wife’s mouth. She’s close. So am I. My fingers circle her clit faster and faster as Mira’s stomach hollows out. She cries out against my mouth, her eyes falling closed as she throws her head back. Her inner walls ripple and contract against my dick, and pleasure rips through me as everything tightens. And then I’m burying my face in her neck and biting down on her shoulder as I shatter, coming inside my wife with a long, low moan.
She swivels her hips, riding me through our orgasms, and I chuckle when she tenses her inner muscles and squeezes my dick. She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect for me.
“Griffin,” she whispers, smiling shyly at me, “that was…”
“Only the first of many,” I promise, sealing it with an intense kiss.
It’s a promise I deliver on. Again and again and again. By the time it’s dark outside and the world is quiet, Mira is a sweat-soaked, sated mess. Despite having cleaned up after each round, if I pressed a finger to her slit, I’d feel my cum dripping out of her. The thought gives me no small amount of satisfaction, but even that doesn’t hold a candle to the sheer intensity of my joy. Because, while this marriage may still be an uphill climb, I’m no longer dragging my wife up the mountain with me, kicking and screaming. She’s climbing with me, side by side.
All those failed relationships. All those years feeling cursed to watch the people around me fall in love while I was sitting on the bench, jealously hoping for my turn. Now, here I am, holding my sleeping wife. And sure, we still have to find a way to tell her brother and my teammates, and yeah, I could still screw this all up, but for now?
For now, I’m going to hold my exhausted wife as she breathes deeply and rhythmically in her sleep beside me and soak up every single second. Because she’s everything to me.
“I love you,” I whisper, wishing I had the courage to say it when she was awake, but knowing I’ll get another chance.
She called me her husband, after all.
twenty-six
MIRA
“I forgot to tell you,”I say as I stretch beside Griffin in the early morning sun, his glorious naked body wrapped around me. “Ed invited us to join his book club.”
A shiver works through my body as Griffin’s low chuckle makes his chest vibrate against mine. “Oh yeah? What do they like to read, thrillers or something?”
“Nope.” I try to suppress my giggle. “Fairy smut.”
I squeal when Griffin sits up in bed, causing me to roll off his chest. His hazel eyes glitter when he turns to look at me. “Shut up. Ed does not read fairy smut.”
“Oh, but he does. Heandhis friends, who, by the sound of it, are all older gentlemen.” I giggle at Griffin’s wide-eyed expression of pure excitement. “I told him you read romance, so he invited both of us to join.”
“Fuck yeah! I’ve been trying to get the guys to start a smutty book club with me, but the only one who even considered it was Ryder. Killjoys.” Griffin shakes his head. His eyes are still squinty from sleep, and his shaggy golden hair is sticking up in every direction, butgodis he sexy.
I must make a small sound, because a moment later, Griffin leans over and nips at my neck. “Like what you see, wife?”
“Mm-hmm.” I do, I really do. Between the perfection of Griffin’s naked form beside me and the memories of all the ways he owned my body yesterday, I basically woke up horny. Which is why I was trying to distract myself with thoughts of old-guy book clubs, something that clearly backfired.
As Griffin’s long fingers cup one of my breasts, I instinctively reach for him. When my hand wraps around his hard shaft, he groans, and his grip on my breast tightens. “My husband is so sexy,” I murmur, more to myself than Griffin, but it makes his face light up in a luminescent smile.
“Say it again.”
I chuckle, stroking up and down his length. “You’re sexy.”
“Not that part,” he says with a choked voice. “The other part.”
Confused, I pinch my eyebrows together. “What other part?”
“The part where you called me your husband.”
