“Luca, no strenuous activities,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s why you’re going to be on top.” I roll, taking her with me so she’s straddling me. She sinks onto my cock, and we both groan as I fill her.
Back in that cabin, I knew there was a good chance I wasn’t making it home alive. That I would never get to do this, never feel this connection to my wife again. She’s why I laugh and smile. I wasn’t sure I had a soul until she woke it up and wrapped it around hers. There’s no unraveling them now. They were always meant to be bound together.
I grab her hips as she rolls them. She rides me, moving up and down on my cock. “Fuck, baby.” I reach up, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb. It’s not long before I feel myself tensing. I squeeze her nipple harder, and my other hand goes to her clit as I start to climax, not wanting to leave her behind. She soaks my cock as I fill her with my cum. “Fuuuuccckkkk, Ariana!” I hold her by the hips again, fusing us together as we ride out our orgasms.
She collapses onto the bed next to me. Our bodies and sheets are covered in sweat and a mixture of our cum. I roll toward her, wrapping my arms around her as our breathing and heartbeats slowly return to normal. She runs her tongue ring along my bottom lip before taking it gently between her teeth.
I groan. “Minx, I’m going to lose any resolve I have leftregarding this healing and no strenuous activity shit if you keep doing that.”
She grins and kisses me lightly before laying her head down next to mine. I think I might have popped another stitch, but it was worth it. I’m not telling Ari yet, though. Maybe in the morning if it seems like a problem. Maybe never because asking Doc to come take a look at it and explaining how it happened is not something I want to do.
“Let’s go take a quick shower. Just a shower this time.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
We clean up and then crawl back into bed, away from the wet spot. Curling my body around Ariana’s, I wrap my arms around her.
I breathe in, filling my lungs with her scent as I drift off. When Lil knocks on our door an hour later, Ariana’s still awake because tonight she needs to sleep between both her soulmates. We throw on some clothes and move across the hall. I curl up behind my wife, and she and my cousin link their pinkies together, and we all fall asleep.
And we don’t care or give a fuck what anyone thinks.
Epilogue
Ariana
Forty-seven.
I shove another handful of popcorn in my mouth. Starting in the standard push-up position again, Luca lowers himself to the ground, bringing his right knee out and up to touch his elbow as he goes before raising back up.
Forty-eight.
The way his ass moves as he switches to his bend his left knee has me hypnotized. My panties are done for.
Forty-nine.
It’s official. Spiderman pushups are my favorite pushups.
Fifty.
He climbs to his feet, sweat glistening on his tattooed back. His lips pull up into a cocky smirk as he turns around and makes his way toward me. My eyes bounce around. There’s so much to look at; chiseled abs, the V that disappears into his gym shorts, that sexy eyebrow, the outline of his semi-hard cock… and the evidence of what happened only a couple of months ago. The wounds are still transitioning to scars, and his nose is a little more crooked than it was before, but it all looks good on him.
My gaze drifts to the ink over his heart. My words. My handwriting. My name.
I’m all over him. The necklace claiming him as my property hangs from his neck. He wears beaded bracelets around both wrists for me to fidget with. His pink wedding ring catches the light as he runs his hand through his hair.
Our last name is tattooed on both of his pinkies. His right bicep is covered in bright baked goods. He says he’s not done adding me to his body.
The man is the living embodiment of ‘Obsessed With My Wife.’
I’m not mad about it.
He leans over to pick up the bottle sitting next to me on the floor and his eyebrows pinch together in confusion.
“Did you drink some of my water, baby?”
“I, uh, got thirsty.” I also got a piece of popcorn stuck in my throat when he was doing some kind of ‘fuck-the-air-hip-thrust’ thing earlier. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Hmmm.” Raising the bottle to his lips, he tilts it up and finishes it off. His throat bobs as he swallows, and I bite my lip. Setting my bowl on the floor, I reach up and he helps me to my feet. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to me. Our tongues tangle as I dig my fingers into his hair. He groans and kisses me deeper as his dick hardens against my stomach.
