I should tell her I’m fine, to go home and take a nap or something, but that’s not what I do. I don’t answer her question and instead clear the distance between us, easily picking her up. It’s lucky I’m already in the bedroom. I kick closed the door, not giving two shits if I put a dent in it. I’ll replace it.
When her back softly hits the wall she lets out a laugh that I quickly cut off with my mouth. My dick grows harder, enjoying the feel of her laughter against my body as it turns into a sweet moan. “Gotta get her out of our bed,” I rumble against my wife’s mouth.
Our youngest little girl has made a habit out of crawling into our bed. That means I can't wake my wife how I like to—with my face between her lush thighs making her cum against my mouth before I slide deep inside of her.
It’s been over two days since I’ve tasted her pussy or been inside of her tight cunt, and I’m like a trapped bull in a cage at this point. The only time she and I aren't all over each other is when we’re under doctor’s orders. I think the reason I don’t get so worked up then is because I know it’s about what’s best for her.
She is already cooking up our fifth. After our little girl, she gave us twin boys followed but another girl. Thank god this one is going to be a boy. I need more men in the house because our little girls look way too much like their mama. I’ll need all the help I can get.
“Gotta taste you,” I tell her as I grind my cock into her. She lets out a load moan. That has me stilling. My body tenses.
“I told Mike to send them to lunch,” she rushes to say. She knows I wouldn't like anyone hearing those sweet sounds coming from her mouth. All of that belongs to me. When it comes to sharing my wife, I know I can be a bastard. Except when it comes to our kids, but they are an extension of her. We made them together and they’re always the exception to the rule. It’s why I was in the mood I was in, because when our little girl crawled into bed wanting her mommy to hold her, I couldn't say no. I picked her up and put her right in the center of the bed between us.
“Smart girl. Wouldn't want to have to spank your ass before I got my taste,” I warn her.
“As much as I love you spanking my ass I need your mouth now.” I look into her eyes and see the same need I’m feeling. She’s just different about showing hers. Where I come in here to work and can beat the shit out of things, she smiles on worrying about everyone else.
“I got you,” I tell her, kissing her again as I reach under her too-short dress to pull her panties from her. I remind myself to make sure to find this dress later and toss it or hide it until she doesn't have a baby bump that makes the damn thing ride up, showing too much leg for my liking.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter when I feel her completely bare under the dress. I really should spank her ass right now, but first I need to taste her. Not just for me but now for her. I should have known she was aching as bad as I was.
I fall to my knees in front of her. “Hold it up for me,” I command. She reaches down, spreading her legs before lifting the dress to bare her pussy and small baby bump. I fight my belt, needing to free my cock as I lean in to get my taste of her. Something about seeing the small baby bump I put there and her pussy bare for my taking pushes me on harder.
I eat her like a starved man. I’m not happy with the first or second orgasm. I need a third and I’m going to get it before I let my dick find its home inside her. It doesn't take me long to get her there.
I lay her down on the carpet. Her eyes can barely stay open now, but I know when I start to push inside of her she’ll be back with me. The sight of her so satisfied almost has me cumming before I can push inside of her. But I fight it off. I only want to release inside of her.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but I’ll spend the rest of my life worshiping her. Maybe I’m a bastard for the need I have for her. But can anyone blame me? She’s perfect. She can say all she wants about how I saved her that day, but I know the truth.
She was my savior. My reason for living. I will spend my life making sure she never regrets taking a chance on me, fighting for what we could have.
“I love you so damn much, baby,” I tell her as I push inside of her tightness and kiss her deeply. I know I’ll never let her go. Someone took her from me before and tried to lock me away from her, but no one can ever lock up the love I have for her. No one better even fucking try.
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THE END
Be Mine… Or Else
Dove Rosetta is crushing hard on the hot guy she ran in to at the coffee shop. His big build, sharp suits and dark eyes have her flustered, and as luck would have it, they meet by chance every day. She might be innocent, but her thoughts aren’t, and she’s ready for him to make a move.
Beau Heart has been watching her for weeks. It’s no accident that he sees Dove every day and he’s tired of playing it cool. He’s done with gentle and patient. He’s grumpy, and now it’s time for dirty and fast.
Warning: This Valentine’s story is filled with alpha possessiveness and rough need. Good things come to those who wait, but great things come to those who claim. Get ready!
For Sue Schwegman,
You’re our favorite Book Snob.
One
DOVE
"Ouch!" I squeak as I poke myself in the eye. I drop the contact and let out a deep sigh.
"What are you doing?"
I glance over at Tia with my one good eye. She’s leaning against the bathroom door frame, looking at me with curiosity. Her jet-black hair is in messy tangles, and she’s still in her pajamas.
"Trying to put these stupid contacts in," I tell her and grunt. Turning around, I blink a few times and look into the sink for the contact I dropped. I don’t see it anywhere and frustration gnaws at me.
"Is this about Mr. Venti?" she asks.
My cheeks flame at the thought of him. I’d given him the nickname before I found out who he was. Every time I saw him he was ordering a venti coffee, so it stuck. His real name is Beau, which sounds like a Nicholas Sparks hero, and he’s got the face to match.
I meet her eyes in the mirror. She is studying me with a smile on her face. Normally she’s got on heavy eye makeup with dark lipstick to match her dark eyes. She’s covered in tattoos, but somehow she still looks like the girl next door. She’s got a baby face that sees everything, including right through me.
Clearing my throat, I try to focus on the task at hand and ignore the fact that Tia might be able to read my mind. I've had these contacts for months, but every time I try to use them I give up. I can't ever get them in and once I do they drive me crazy.
She’s right though. He is the reason. I’m trying not to look so young because I know Beau has to be at least ten years older than me.
"Dove." Tia says my name softly. "If he's been flirting with you already you don't need to change anything."
I bite my lip. I thought he'd been flirting with me. It's been going on for weeks but he never takes it any further. He hasn’t asked me on a date or even for my phone number. Maybe I’m reading it wrong and he’s just being nice. I'm terrible at flirting and knowing when a guy likes me.