“I love you,” she says, her voice still soft.
“I love you too. And I fuckin’ swear, if those clients give you this much hell again, I’m fuckin’ coming in there and making it so they know never to fuckin’ do it again.” I fucking mean it, too, which is highly fucking likely why Roxie and Velvet go above and fucking beyond in their efforts to keep me away from the salon.
“Yeah, baby, I know you will,” she says, and I don’t miss the smile in her voice.
“You good if I go? J needs my help.”
“I’m good. You always make sure of that. I’ll see you tonight.”
We end the call and I make my way to where J’s dealing with a woman who’s losing her shit over us making the noise we’re making at the house next to hers. It can’t be fucking helped, though. The job we’ve been sent to handle involves us making a lot of fucking noise.
I’ve almost reached him when another text comes through.
Velvet
You, me, my nails down your back, tomorrow morning. And if Larry wants to talk my ear off, you’ll make it so he doesn’t.
Nash
Fuckin’ hell, you’ll be the fuckin’ death of me, woman.
Velvet
Good
3
J & MADISON
J’S POV
Four years after Storm.
Willow is 20 months old, Madison is four months pregnant with their second child
“Ugh,these pants don’t fit me anymore,” Madison grumbles as she throws her favourite pair of jeans on our bed.
“It’s too hot for jeans anyway,” I say, snaking my arm around her waist and pulling her close. “How about that dress you brought home yesterday?”
She frowns. “The pink one?”
“Yeah.” I slide my hand down over her ass. Over the lacy black panties I’ve decided need to come off. My wife is hot as fuck, and even more so when she’s pregnant. I can’t get enough of her.
Madison tries to smack my hand away. “J, we’ve gotta leave in an hour. I don’t have time for you to get all handsy with me right now. And that pink dress won’t work for tonight, so I need time to figure out what I’m gonna wear.”
I resist her attempts to push me away. “Babe, I’ve got plans to get more than just handsy with you.”
“Jesus,” she mutters, placing her hands to my chest, “We’ve already had sex twice today. If you need it again, you’re gonna have to take care of yourself.”
She’s moody this afternoon, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on more than I already am. I love working Madison up. The fact she doesn’t seem to have clued onto that amuses me.
“I don’t needitagain. I wantyouagain. That’s not something I can take care of myself.” I manage to get my lips on hers before she can stop me, and a moment later, she’s as into this kiss as I am.
Pregnancy hormones are a fucking jungle. No fucking doubt about it. But if there’s one thing I love in life, it’s my wife. Any fucking way she comes. Happy, sad, sexy, moody, whatever, I’ll take her. Jungle or no fucking jungle, I want her.
We were supposed to have tonight together, just the two of us. However, she and Harlow organised dinner at the clubhouse for everyone at the last minute, so I’m missing out on hours with her.
When I finally let her lips go, she sways into me, her hands moving under my shirt to find skin. And hell if she doesn’t suddenly want me in the exact fucking way I like.
