We sit pressed together in the booth, feeding one another in between kisses, and I fall in love with him all over again.
We walk home along the beach, barefoot, wrapped around one another, and my heart is full, my mind light, the future bright.
“I love you, my queen,” Saint says, holding his naked body still over me, peering deep into my eyes. I’m a writhing mass of desire underneath him, brought over the edge three times already as he remained true to his word, worshiping every part of my body like it was our first time together. Lust flows through my limbs like water gliding through a stream, and I’m more than ready to feel him moving inside me. “I will never make you forget that again.”
“What’s happened is in the past,” I say, reaching up to brush my fingers along the stubble on his cheeks. “We just focus on moving forward now.” There is nothing to be gained from overanalyzing the mistakes of the recent past.
He nods, and I feel him nudging my entrance. “I never want to treat you any less than you deserve. You have given me a life I never imagined possible, Lo, and you are my entire universe. You and the kids and our family mean everything to me.” He pushes slowly inside me, and we both moan in pleasure. “This, babe.” He thrusts to the hilt, holding himself still, fully seated inside me. “This is everything.”
Leaning down, he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss as he starts to move inside me. Except it’s no frenetic coupling like the past few months. His thrusts are measured and slow, and he pulls out and pushes back in as if he has all the time in the world. I feel him moving inside me, and it’s as magical as I remember. My walls hug his cock, clinging to him, and my fingers explore his warm skin, remembering all the contours and planes of his beautiful body.
He holds my wrists up over my head as his lips worship my lips and then my neck. His mouth moves lower, brushing seductively against my collarbone, sending shivers cascading along my flushed skin. Very softly, he sucks one nipple into his mouth while his hips continue moving strategically, his erection sliding in and out of me like time is endless. It’s a slow, continual seduction, a synchronized marriage of tongue, lips, fingers, and cock as he blows my mind, entrances my body, and reclaims my heart.
I am putty in his hands, matching his languid thrusts, meeting his skillful explorations with explorations of my own, making love to his mouth in return, until there is no me and no him. We are one as we ascend into ecstasy, shattering explosively together, staring at one another through glassy eyes as all the cracks are repaired and we are remade anew.
Chapter 8
Harlow
WE MADE LOVE for hours, and Saint worshiped me like I was made of porcelain. It was an entirely new experience for us and one which we both craved like addicts in need of a new high. Eventually, we fell asleep, waking up in a tangle of limbs as a loud noise jolts us both from slumber.
“What the hell is that?” I mumble into his chest, struggling to open my eyes. My body aches deliciously in a way it hasn’t for a long time, and I stretch out alongside him, purring like a cat in heat.
“Surprise, queenie,” Saint mumbles as Galen, Caz, and Theo come bursting into the room.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eyes as Saint repositions us against the headboard.
“Gatecrashing the party,” Caz says, flopping down on the end of the bed. “What else?” He flashes me a naughty grin.
“Who’s watching the kids?” We don’t have many babysitting options considering we live so far from our families.
“Jazz and Ken have them.”
“Was this your doing?” I ask Saint, brushing my messy hair out of my eyes.
“Yep. It’s been forever since we were all together. It didn’t seem right to hog you for the whole weekend.”
“This seriously feels like my birthday,” I say, before remembering what day it is. I squeal, flinging my arms around Saint. “Happy birthday, baby.” I pepper his handsome face with kisses while he looks at me with amusement.
“Yeah, happy birthday, baby,” Caz says, putting his face into Saint’s and puckering his lips.
Saint pushes him away, and he falls back, chuckling. “Knock that shit off, assface. Go kiss Theo.”
“Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt,” Theo says, smirking as he flips Saint off. Sitting down beside me, on the edge of the bed, he pecks my lips. “Love the hair.” He fingers a few strands. “It’s sexy as fuck.”
“If we hadn’t already arranged this,” Galen says, crawling up the middle of the bed. “We’d have called in every favor to get our butts here after Saint sent us those photos last night.” He leans in, kissing me. “I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but fuck me, that hair is sensational.”
“You all know sex is guaranteed, right?” I say, quirking a brow as my gaze dances between them. “You don’t need to shower me with compliments. My pussy is yours. My mouth and my ass too.” I fix the fakest sweet smile on my mouth as my hungry gaze rakes over them. It’s been forever since we had group sex.
“I smell an orgy coming on.” Caz waggles his brows and rubs his hands in glee.
“Food first,” Galen says as his stomach grumbles loudly.
“You are getting old, dude,” Saint says. “When does food ever come before sex?”
“When I need sustenance to show my wife the best fucking time.” Galen tilts his head to the side, grinning. “And I’m officially the baby, so you don’t get to throw shade.”
“You’re only a few months younger than us,” Theo reminds him.
“I’m still only thirty. The rest of you are ancient.”
“Hey!” I swat Galen with a pillow. “Anyone would think you don’t want me to ride your cock.”
He tosses the pillow aside, yanking me out of Saint’s arms and plonking me on his lap. “Does a bear shit in the woods? The day I stop wanting you to ride my monster cock is the day I’m dead.”
“You just had to go there, didn’t you?” Saint shakes his head before swinging his legs out the side of the bed. He yawns, and that sets me off too.
“Can’t deny the facts,” Galen teases, puffing out his chest.
“I still can’t believe y’all measured your dicks,” I say. “I seriously have no words.” There is competitive, and then there are my husbands. “Where are you going?” I ask, when Saint stands.
“To take a piss.” He pins me with a cocky smile. “Unless you want to hold it?”
“Ew. There are some things even I won’t do. Be gone with you.” I shoo him away with my hands, and the instant he steps into the en suite bathroom, I hop up, racing naked for my weekend bag. Bending over, I rummage around until I find the envelope.
Warm hands land on my hips, and I shriek at the unexpected contact. “Hell yeah, beautiful,” Caz says, rocking his hips suggestively as he thrusts back and forth against my ass. “Just like that, queenie.”
Straightening up, I fist the envelope and my silk robe in one hand, playfully shoving my husband away. “Someone’s horny.”
“We’re all horny,” Galen adds. “Just in case there’s any confusion.”