He meets my gaze. There’s only pure love shining in his eyes. No frustration with me. “You don’t have to apologise, Scarlett. I know it’s your hormones giving you hell.”
Ever since the day he told me we don’t burn the house down but rather we build it strong, this man has been showing me just how much he meant those words. We rarely argue even though I’d argue like hell with me if I were him. Wilder gives and gives without asking for a lot in return. The only thing he wants is my love and my commitment to building our house strong. And while he has those things, always, I don’t show him that often enough.
I move into him and pull his mouth down to mine so I can kiss him. I spend my time in this kiss, deepening it slowly until he’s groaning into it.
“Scar,” he rasps, dragging his mouth from mine. “You can’t kiss me like that when I’m already hard for you.”
I give him a sexy smile. “I thought you weren’t planning on fucking me this morning.”
“It doesn’t matter if I’m planning on that or not, I’m always fuckin’ hard for you.”
I feel those words deep in my core. I may do a good job of grumbling my way through telling my husband I don’t want sex, but there’s no denying that most of the time, he only has to look at me a certain way with those greens of his and I would beg him to fuck me.
I press myself against him and kiss him again. This time, I make it a much shorter kiss, and then I say, “I have presents for you and some of them are the kind of presents that we shouldn’t exchange with your family in attendance.”
His lips pull up at the ends. “I thought there were no presents for me.”
“That was the demon in me speaking. There are a lot of presents for you. Like, alot, a lot.”
“I didn’t realise we were doing a lot, a lot of presents. I only got you one.”
“Well, I mean, so long as it’s the exact present I want, you’re good.”
“I’ll take it back and exchange it if it’s not, and perhaps next year, you could write me a list that has only one present on it so that I don’t fuck it up.”
I grin.
I did give him a wish list that had ten gift ideas on it.
“I think you should just get better at knowing me,” I tease.
“How about we go inside, and you give me these indecent presents before Mum and Dad arrive?”
“How about we go inside, and you fuck me?”
His eyes flare with undeniable heat. “Fuckin’ hell,” he growls, and then he’s got me over his shoulder and is carrying me to our bedroom. “Paul just texted that he’s on his way, so this is going to be fast.”
I shrug as Wilder begins tearing at my clothes. “He can wait outside while we finish.”
Wilder shakes his head at that, but still, amusement fills his features. He knows I kinda mean it. I really could get away with saying or doing anything and he would still love me.
My thoughts over that run wild, causing me to grip his forearms and say, “I love you, Justin Miller, and if you ever stop loving me, I will hunt you down and make you start again.”
This gets all his attention, slowing him right down. His eyes come to mine, and we share a long moment of just watching each other while what I said works its way deep inside of him. Then, he takes hold of my face and kisses my last thought, my last breath, my last everything out of me before growling, “I will never stop loving you.” One of his hands moves to my stomach and he curves it over the baby bump that’s barely there while looking down at it. “It’s always going to be you, me, and our kids, Scar.” He meets my gaze again. “And not one fuckin’ thing will ever come between any of us. I promise you that.”
My heart has never known love like the love Wilder gives me. Love that knows no bounds and never ceases, not even when shit gets hard.
I stare up into his eyes. “That was the present I wanted. You don’t have to return it. And just to save us time with the unwrapping, so that we don’t have to have the fastest sex known to mankind, I got you a cock ring. And now you should just fuck me already because I’m suddenly desperate for your dick.”
He opens his mouth to say something at the same time that Paul calls out, “I’m here!”
Wilder looks positively cockblocked.
I simply grin at him before calling back, “We’ll just be a minute, Paul.”
7
KING & LILY
