I freeze. It’s the way he’s looking at me, with so much love, it’s painful to see. It’s dark, save for the flashlight in the corner, but I can see all that’s beautiful about him, all I’ve fallen in love with; those kind dark eyes, those beautiful full lips, the irresistible curls in his hair.
I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from my near-death experience, or the intimacy of the tent, or the complete vulnerability I felt before Jacob rescued me, but I lose all resolve. As I feel myself surrendering, a voice in my head tells me to stop, but I’m too weak to listen to it. I just don’t care anymore.
I lean into him and press my mouth to his. He doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t give me the chance to change my mind. He grabs my ass and pulls me close against him. He’s already rock hard, and I’ve never wanted him so badly. He tugs my pajama pants and panties so roughly, he leaves me breathless. I’m wet and so turned on, and not about to waste another second. I scramble to help him get my bottoms off, and as soon as that’s taken care of, I peel his lounge pants down under his rear, release his erection, and straddle him. As soon as I press down against him, as his length sinks into me, a delicious tingle travels up my spine. There’s nothing better than Jacob inside me. My husband. My love.
He feels so good, yet he breaks me. My eyes well up, and a tear flows down my cheek. Thankfully, he can’t see it because it’s dark.
“God, you feel so good, baby,” he breathes.
I press down onto him in slow long moves, wanting to make this last forever. “You too… why do you feel so amazing?”
His hands are pressed hard around my hips. “Fifty-two days baby, since I’ve last had you. I thought I was going to die.”
My heart swells at his words. “Me too.”
I startle awake,not quite remembering where I am. It takes me a second or two to acclimatize. The air is humid and cool. Jacob is sound asleep next to me, and the sight of his sleeping face warms my heart — it’s just like it used to be when we’d wake up next to each other every morning. I miss those days. I shake my head with a sinking heart — those days are all in the past now. I scramble out of the tent to go see my babies.
As soon as I swing open the door, they’re both at my feet, yapping. I kneel down to kiss them. “I’m sorry, babies. I told Jacob to take care of you, and what does he do? He leaves you to come see me and get some action.”
Abby cocks her head and Baxter follows me as I head to the door to fetch their leashes. “Yep… looks like I’ve relapsed,” I confess. “And I was doing so well, wasn’t I?”
Abby cocks her head as if to say,Yes, you were. What happened?
“Well, what happened is that your daddy is fucking hot as hell, and I hadn’t been laid for nearly two months.”
As far as excuses go, I think that’s a pretty good one. Arousal mixed with a near-death experience. Okay, admittedly, it wasn’t a near-death experience, just the scariest noise I’ve ever heard. But still.
Back to square one, I guess. I’m not sleeping with him again. It’s time to set the counter back.
Day One.
