Heaven.
Seeing the bathtub, feeling the metal in my hand, everything that just happened seemed to really penetrate.
Even more so when he said welcome home.
Home.
Sure, I had my parents’ house, but it always felt like a museum.
Yes, I had my house, but at times, it didn’t feel like home.
But this. This house. It felt like... no... it didn’t feel like home... but with Grey inside of it... It did.
Oh my.
What was this man doing to me?
And as I thought that I felt tears trail down my cheeks.
His only rule was not to have anyone here without his approval.
Oh, this man.
I shook my head and then had a sudden thought.
And like all things, when I had a thought, I went with it.
Therefore, I looked at the clawfoot tub one more time, envisioned what I needed to grab at the store, and then cut the light off and walked out of the bathroom.
Then, the moment I made it to the kitchen, I eyed Grey standing at the stove for a beat, and then I moved closer to him.
As soon as I was at his side, I lifted on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “Thank you.”
He looked down at me and winked, “Future reference. Feel free to kiss me any fucking time you want. Yeah?”
I felt my cheeks blush.
He winked.
Grey
I needed to have a few minutes to myself.
To do nothing else than to get my cock under control, and if it wouldn’t make me an asshole, I’d go to the bathroom and jerk one off.
It was only a kiss.
The simple movement of pressing your lips on someone or something.
But that wasn’t just any kiss.
No, it was from her.
From the woman I’d taken one look at and knew would be mine.
My woman. My wife. My ole lady. The mother of my kids. My world. My life.
Thankfully, she spoke, which helped me take my mind off of my hardening cock.
