“You’re going to be the sun.”
“What?!” I shout, finding this a bit hard to believe.
Last year after we’d taken all the kids out trick or treating, we’d gotten a babysitter so all the adults could go out for a night of fun. We girls got the idea to do a wardrobe change while the husbands dropped the kids off with the grandparents.
I’d actually changed into a sun costume. Obviously I was a slutty sun, which was hard to pull off, but I did it. When the husbands all showed up to find us in our changed outfits, the night was cut short. Well, cut short at the bar after Donovan caught me.
I’d given him a run for his money and made it out of the bar before he got a hold of me. Though when he caught me, he took me home and tied me to the bed. I press my thighs together thinking back to that night. Damn, that was hot.
“Are you thinking about last Halloween?” He sits me down on the kitchen island, and his hands slip under my dress. “Fuck, no panties?”
“I must have forgotten,” I lie.
When you have two little ones underfoot, you learn to steal your moments. They’ll be up from their nap soon, and then people will start to arrive. I ditched the panties thirty minutes ago when I heard him come in from feeding the horses and jumped into the shower.
I go for the button of his jeans, getting his cock out. “Damn, you're soaked. This from thinking about me tying you up?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“I wanna eat you.” He pulls my ass to the edge of the counter.
“No time.” I guide him to my entrance. “Now, Donovan. Eat me tonight when you tie me up.”
“Fuck,” he groans, pushing inside of me. “I can’t tell you no.”
I wrap my legs around him as he starts to thrust. I lean back on my hands as he fucks me hard, and I watch his cock slide in and out of me. My dress bunches all the way up to sit on top of my small baby bump.
His fingers go to my clit as his other hand goes to the back of my neck to pull me to him for a kiss. My sex clamps around him as I start to cum, and he groans my name against my mouth. He follows me over the edge but keeps pumping, drawing the orgasm out as he spills deep inside of me.
“I love you,” I breathe against his mouth.
“I love you too.” He kisses me softly. His cock jerks inside of me. “I want you again.” He pulls out and thrusts in, making me moan.
“Mommy?” I hear called through the house.
Donovan pulls out of me quickly and puts his cock away as I straighten my dress. He helps me down off the counter as our son comes strolling into the kitchen with his sister. Both are half dressed in what I’m guessing is their Halloween costumes.
“I was going to help you guys,” Donovan laughs.
“You said after nap we could put them on and show Mommy,” our daughter is quick to remind him. “I’m Mars, Mommy!” she squeals excitedly, and I can already tell our son is Earth. “Daddy is gonna be Saturn.”
“All planets that revolve around the sun,” I say, putting it together. My waterworks come back, and I sniffle. “Donovan.”
He cups my cheek to look up at him. “We all revolve around you. You’re our light, sunshine.”
He’s not wrong, because I only truly shine for them.
Epilogue
Donovan
Ten years later…
* * *
“Oh, the mail is here,” Gracie says. “I’m expecting a package.”
I’m in the kitchen making lunch as Gracie walks by. When I glance out the window, I see the mail truck coming and growl.
“Don’t know why he can’t just leave it in the mailbox.”
She giggles as she shakes her head and walks out onto the porch. I finish making her sandwich and cut it in half, then look out the window again. The new mail carrier is young, and I don’t like the way he smiles at my wife.
Without thinking, I make my way out the front door and stand on the front porch next to Gracie.
“Hey, Scott, thanks for bringing it up to the house,” she says and goes to walk down the steps, but I stop her.
“Where’s Martha?” I ask, and this guy Scott looks up at me.
“Hey, Mr. Combs. Sorry, Martha took the day off so I’m on her shift. Good to see you again, Gracie.”
She tries to move again to grab the package, but I step in front of her. Scott’s eyes widen as he holds out the box with trembling hands.
“Is everything okay?” he asks as he glances down at my hand.
It’s then I realize I brought the knife outside with me, and I’m gripping it tight as I stare at him. “Um, yeah. Sorry about that.” I put the knife behind my back, and Gracie pushes past me.
“Really, Donovan.” She rolls her eyes and takes the box from Scott. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he says and backs away quickly.
“Tell everyone I said hello and I’ll see them in a few weeks.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Scott rushes to say as he darts to his mail truck and takes off.
“You don’t have to work,” I say to her, and she pats me on the chest. It goes a long way to soothe my jealousy, but I’m still not over it. I don’t think I’ll ever want to share my bride.
“I don’t work.” She smiles at me indulgently. “It’s just seasonal help to get them through the worst of the holidays. Besides, it just means that when I’m not here you can think about ways to love me when I come home.”
“You act like I don’t already do that.” We walk in the house, and I put the knife down on the kitchen counter. “Come here.”
She puts her package down on the counter and comes right to my open arms without hesitation. I grab her ass, pulling her tight against me, and she hums her pleasure.
“I’m never happy about sharing you.” I bury my face in her neck, and she sighs.
“I know, and I love it.”
“Just tell that Scott kid to watch his back.” She smacks my chest, and I grunt.
“Donovan, he's old enough to be my kid.”
“Maybe he’s got a mommy fetish like I do.” She giggles this time when I nip at her ear and pick her up.
“You’re a beast.”
“You love me,” I tell her as I carry her into the bedroom.
“I do, and you love me.”
“Forever,” I tell her and she nods in agreement.
“Forever.”
Hungry For More
by Alexa Riley
Sage Carter has spent her whole life surrounded by her family that treats her like a child. When she finally decides to live life on her own, it’s still under the shelter of her brother's apartment. But the day before Thanksgiving, his business partner comes to visit and just so happens to find her in the kitchen…in her underwear. Can she make it through the holiday without dying of embarrassment? Or will the incident be the spark that lights the fire from within?
Jensen Powell has done things in his own way on his own timeline. When he’s forced to go home with his business partner for Thanksgiving, he doesn’t expect to find a curvy bombshell waiting for him. One look and she belongs to him, if only she’ll give in. He hasn’t had a reason to be thankful until now, and he’s making the most of it.