I wince as Alex shakes his head, strips off his jeans and underwear, and walks toward me. Without thinking, I sit up and scoot forward and he climbs in behind me, his legs on either side of mine, and groans as he leans back, pulling me against him.
I give him my whole weight as I tilt my head and press my lips against his throat while his arms wrap tightly around me, the coolness of his wedding ring hitting my warm skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, I missed you and the kids today,” he sighs, and I hum in contentment as I close my eyes, his heartbeat soothing me.
“Not as much as I missed you,” I admit, and he kisses my head.
“How was your first day back?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.
I admit, “Hard, the sub they had before I left redid the work I already did with the kids, so the two months of lessons they missed I had to fit into the schedule for the next three just so they don’t get behind and the kids struggled with my name change.”
“Lazy fucker,” Alex mutters, and I grin.
Great minds think alike.
“Mama texted throughout the day,” I confess, and he tightens his hold on me.
On our spontaneous wedding day, when we got to the courthouse, I was shocked to see my parents, well, to be honest, saying I was shocked was an understatement. Mama looked ready to bawl, while Dad looked proud, all while Matty kept side-eyeing my mother along with Uncle Mathew.
Apparently, she wanted to make amends and get to know her daughter again, and I, well, honestly, I told her I wasn’t ready. I’m still not, but it hasn’t stopped her from messaging me every day, which pushed me to message back, and slowly we’ve been going back and forth with messages.
“More gossip about the church ladies' night out?” he asks, his chest rumbling against my ear, and I snort.
“Mrs. Gatter slept with the priest, her husband found out after finding a video of her doing sixty-nine with him,” I mumble, and he laughs.
“She’s worming her way back in, isn’t she?” he confirms, and I hum.
“I tried not to let her, but I don’t know, I guess I just missed my mama before everything happened,” I confess, and Alex squeezes me tightly.
“I’m proud of you, darling,” he whispers, and I grin wide before I slowly move and turn in his arms, causing him to flatten his legs as I climb over his, straddling him making my leg twinge but I ignore it.
“How proud?” I ask with a husk, and he grins wide as he cups my cheek and whispers, “Very fucking proud,” before I take him inside me, his cock filling me up after blindly guiding the tip at my entrance.
I don’t think we’ve gone one night without him inside me, even if it is my time of my month, he is in me.
"Kiss me, Alex," I whisper.
He mutters, "With pleasure," and presses his lips to mine and aware of my leg injury, he grips my hips, gently lifts me, and pulls me back down, letting me swivel my hips for pleasure and we repeat the motion as we make love in the tub, a habit we've come to cherish while water splashes around us.
Slowly over the past nearly eight months, this man has worked his way into my life, into my heart. He’s taken over all of my senses, so that when he isn’t around, I feel like I can’t breathe without him.
He has slowly become the reason why I become a better person, a better mother and a better wife, he helps me let people in again. Including my own parents even when they don’t deserve it. As I moan against my husband’s mouth his cock filling me nicely, my walls sucking him in, I have never been so goddamn grateful to a seven year old for pushing for us to meet because meeting Alex, was the best day of my life.
Epilogue
Dirty – A Year Later
“Fuck, that’s it, darling, squeeze my cock,” I groan as my wife’s walls tighten around my cock and I thrust harder, faster while lifting her good leg up over my shoulder so I can get deeper and the sounds of our bodies slapping echoes in the room along with our pants.
The right leg still has some nerve issues. Still pisses me off that she pushed me out of the way of a bullet, which she has mentioned she will not take back, because it meant Lyra and I were safe, my stubborn, perfect woman, that she is.
“Alex, please,” Hol moans against my lips, and I thrust harder, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other echoing in the room gets louder, sweat dripping from both of us.
This is round, five, fuck, or is it six? I can’t fucking remember, but it started in the kitchen, and we slowly worked our wayupstairs. Thankfully, the kids are with believe it or not, Hol’s parents, in a home they moved to five months ago, five minutes from the club.
It didn’t happen overnight and it took fucking everything for my girl to agree with them taking the kids but gradually we built up the trust. To the point her parents now argue with my fucking parents over who will take Caleb and Lyra when Hol and I need some alone time. Like right now, I’m pretty sure I’ve got afuck youmessage on my phone from my mother.
I swear the woman needs to learn to share.
