36. Sloane
Sloane
“ Y es,” I sigh in ecstasy, then tug on my husband’s dark hair, holding him in place. This is the best way to be woken up. As I grind up against his face, I use my free hand to tweak my nipple, causing a spark to shoot straight to my core.
He moans in response, like he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
I’m beginning to think he does, because he’s woken me up like this every day this week.
Since the night he surprised me in our penthouse things have been nothing short of perfect.
I think it’s the honesty, and the knowledge that we’re both all in, that has taken our relationship to a completely new level.
A different kind of warmth spreads through me. Everything is different with him this time. The intense desire that always exists in Sully’s presence is still there, but now I feel cherished. Every touch of his hand, every brush of his lips, is laced with so much more.
He flicks his tongue just the way I like it, then drags his thumb through my arousal and presses inside my ass. I sigh in bliss. I’ve been so turned on lately, and nothing satiates it. “Gonna fuck this,” he says, eyeing me over my small bump.
I thrash beneath him, desperate. “Promises, promises.”
With a chuckle, he goes back to playing. When I hit my peak, he drags the sensation out, heightening the pleasure so acutely that I have to smother myself with a pillow to keep from waking the whole house.
I’m still coming down, my breaths still ragged, when he’s crawling over me and reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer. He eyes me as he holds it up, making sure I’m still game.
“You’re going to have to cover my mouth,” I tell him in answer. If I could barely keep myself quiet when he was simply going down on me, there’s no way I’ll stay quiet if he fucks my ass.
His eyes go hazy. “Deal.” Looming over me, he presses a kiss to my lips. It’s meant to be quick, but we get lost in it, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, sucking on lips, and moaning loudly.
Eventually, I fall back, breathless, and he sits up on his knees and uncaps the lube. His cock is so hard it looks angry as it juts between us. “I’m going to?—”
The door flies open, hitting the wall, and Cal appears.
My husband falls on top of me, covering me. “What the fuck?”
“My eyes!” Cal screams. “My bloody eyes!”
“Your eyes are bleeding?” T.J. asks from what I’m hoping is a few steps down the hall.
I snort into my husband’s shoulder.
He grunts in response. “This isn’t funny.”
I fold my lips in to stifle my laughter, but another giggle escapes. “I’m sorry, but it really is.”
“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Lo suggests.
“But his eyes are bleeding. Shouldn’t we help him?”
The concern in T.J.’s voice sends me over the edge, and I completely lose it, laughing uncontrollably.
It takes Sully a beat, but eventually he laughs too.
Now that the moment has been interrupted, I’m reminded of the plans I have for today. And they don’t include hiding out in this bed for even a minute longer. Poor Sully doesn’t know it yet, but he’s definitely leaving Jersey with blue balls.
Several hours later, my husband is back to smiling. “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” He scans the entrance to the stadium like he’s memorizing every single detail.
Over the last few months, he’s planned date after date, and he’s gone out of his way to show me, in big ways and small, that he cares.
Today, I want him to experience a little bit of that magic himself. Also, today is the day I plan to tell him that I really want to give us a shot. That I’m in love with him. And I want to tell T.J. that his parents are back together. I’m ready to stop hiding from the world.
I want to be his wife again. Officially. And I want to do it in an epic way.
“Cal called in a favor for me, since the Metros are playing the Revs today.”
The owner of the Boston Revs, Beckett Langfield, is a client of the firm, so I asked Cal if he could get tickets. He did one better, and I’m buzzing with excitement to show Sully the suite. It’s the perfect way to propose an end to our separation and the beginning of a new chapter.
My husband’s face is lit up like T.J.’s when we take him for donuts. “Remind me to tell Cal he’s my favorite brother.”
Amusement threads its way through me. “Noted.”
With a spin, he dips closer, giving me his full attention. “And you’re my favorite wife.”
I grin. That is why I did this. I pop up on my toes and kiss him. “And you’re about to get very lucky, Sullivan Murphy, because we have a suite all to ourselves. How does a baseball game and a blow job sound?”
Even Sully’s eyes smile. “Perfect fucking wife.”
We make it upstairs, and his joy only grows when he discovers that the suite is stocked with Strongbow, his favorite English beer, and Thatcher’s Gold, a cider.
I’ve also made sure to order the Italian sausages the stadium is known for.
As we settle in our seats, I swear my husband is happier than I’ve seen him in years. “This is incredible, sweetheart. I really appreciate it.”
Cheeks heating, I set a hand on my stomach. “You’ve done such a good job of taking care of Tia and me, so I wanted to do something special for you.”
He stretches out his legs, getting comfortable but also inspiring me to make good on my promise. The man has been more than patient. I won’t make him wait any longer.
I’ve just grabbed a pillow and am about to settle between my husband’s thighs when the door to the suite swings open and loud voices reverberate off the walls.
“Sully, my mate!” Beckett Langfield appears with his wife, Liv, by his side.
She offers a quick wave as I scramble up and fiddle with one ear, hoping like hell they believe I was retrieving an earring.
“There it is,” I say, my voice high-pitched.
Wide-eyed, Sully looks from me to his client and back again. With his blood all settled in his groin, it takes him a minute to catch up. I kick the pillow out from beneath his chair, praying our guests don’t notice.
Unfortunately, Liv is definitely hiding a smile and avoiding eye contact.
Dammit. Me and my hussy hormones really walked us into this one.
Sully stands and adjusts himself discreetly before turning to greet them.
“When Cal mentioned you’d be at the game, I figured a night away with my wife and good friends would hit the spot.” Beckett smiles like he’d love nothing more than to spend the day with us. While I appreciate his graciousness, I really wish we were going to be alone.
“Yes,” Liv chimes in. “But if you two would like a few hours alone, we’re happy to go sit in the Miller family’s suite.” She nudges her husband pointedly.
“And miss out on catching up with Sully?” Beckett, clearly oblivious, gives his wife an incredulous look. “I made reservations for the four of us tonight. Wait until you try the steak at this place. Melts like butter.”
Liv mouths an “I’m sorry” as Beckett yammers on. It’s another hour before Liv convinces Beckett to take a walk with her and we’re alone again.
When the door clicks shut behind them, Sully drops his head back and sighs. “Bloody Beckett.”
All I can do is laugh. This day has gone completely off the rails, but it has been fun.
“Fuck, I love the sound of your laugh,” he says, his blue eyes vibrant thanks to the sun shining down over the stadium and the joy that radiates off him.
And I love you.
I almost say it. I want to say it. I’m pretty sure my husband can see how much I want to say it. It’s right there on the tip of my tongue, but the words won’t budge.
The moment passes, and he blinks.
Dammit.
What is wrong with me? Why didn’t I just say it? I’m happy. My husband’s happy. I know what I want, and yet, still my tongue feels heavy in my mouth as the words just don’t come.
What’s it going to take to convince my heart that this feeling isn’t just temporary?