Chapter 21
FORD
After a long shift at the firehouse, I strolled up the front steps of the cottage.
It had been busier than usual—among others, we’d had a call for a possible heart attack that turned out to be an intense panic attack, a carbon monoxide leak, and a three-car collision on the highway.
I was exhausted and ready to crash, but I wasn’t about to do that before I got in some time with my wife.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside, my ears perking up at Quinn’s voice coming from the bedroom.
“Well, he obviously sees something in me, or he wouldn’t have married me,” she said, her voice strained.
Brow furrowed, I set my keys on the counter and strode toward the room, stopping just inside the doorway. Quinn’s back was to me as she hung her head, defeat cloaking every inch of her. And I wanted to know who the fuck was making her feel that way.
She didn’t say anything for long moments, but whoever was on the other line was giving her enough of an earful that I could hear the murmur of it from where I stood, even without the call on speaker.
“No, I’m—” She breathed out a frustrated sound and tipped her head back to stare at the ceiling, her hand curled into a fist at her side. Her shoulders were rigid, her entire body tense, and I’d had enough.
I slipped into the room and walked up behind her, my steps faltering at Quinn’s next words.
“My relationship with my husband is none of your concern, Mother. I promise that what we do or don’t do is not meant to embarrass you.”
This was her mother who was speaking to her like this?
Quinn had alluded to not having a great relationship with her parents, but I’d assumed it was in the typical they irritate me, but I love them kind of way. Not in the they berate me and tear me down every chance they get kind of way.
I stood close enough now that, even without the call being on speaker, I could make out every word Mrs. Cartwright said, her tone shrill and harsh.
“You’re the most ungrateful child I’ve ever met.
After everything we’ve done for you…after your father got you that job…
and this is how you repay us? Flaunting yourself around town like that…
Even if it was with your husband . You should be mortified.
It’s no wonder you don’t have any friends when this is how you behave. ”
What. The. Fuck .
With my mouth set in a grim line, I reached up, ready to snatch the phone away and give that bitch a piece of my mind when three beeps sounded, indicating she’d hung up on her daughter.
Instead of getting mad like I’d expected, instead of lashing out like she would’ve done if I’d been on the other end of that phone, Quinn just tossed her phone on the nightstand and pressed her fingers to her forehead, her shoulders curling forward.
I’d never wanted to comfort someone more in my life. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, squeeze her tight, and remind her just how fucking amazing she was.
But I knew Quinn well enough to realize she wouldn’t want any outright coddling. In fact, I was pretty sure she might knee me in the junk if I tried.
So instead, I cleared my throat to warn her of my presence and smacked her ass before she could turn around.
She gasped, spinning to face me, a hand on her chest. “Ford!” Her cheeks were flushed, her brow pinched, and I hated her mother for making her look like that. Hated that she’d put that strain on my wife’s beautiful face. “You scared me.”
“Sorry, kitten,” I murmured, tipping my head down to hers and pressing a kiss to her lips.
She was stiff for a few moments until, finally, she rested her hands on my chest and melted into me. With a soft hum of contentment, she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue against mine. She felt so good in my arms, so right as I held her to me, gliding my palms over her body.
After long moments, I pulled back with a couple small kisses and looked down at her. “Sounds like you’ve had a shitty night so far.”
She breathed out a laugh. “The shittiest.”
“I have the perfect antidote for that,” I said before jumping backward and landing on my back on the bed, arms folded behind my head. “Climb on up, wife.”
She grinned but shook her head. “Shitty night, remember? I’m not in the mood for sex.”
“I never said anything about sex. I just want you to come over here and sit on my face for a little while.”
“Pretty sure I’d smother you.”
“And I’d die the happiest man on the planet if your pussy was the last thing I tasted. Now, take off those panties, straddle my shoulders, and sit on my face.”
“Be serious,” she said flatly.
I raised a brow. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Ford…”
“Kitten. Someone made you feel like shit tonight. Let me make you feel good.”
I couldn’t do a whole lot when it came to her parents, wasn’t sure how to support her in that, but I could do this. I could do this all fucking night.
She bit her lip, indecision written all over her face. But she slipped her hands beneath the hem of her dress, slid her panties down her legs, and stepped out of them. And then she stood there in one of those little sundresses, her pussy bare beneath it.
I didn’t even try to hide the hunger in my gaze as I watched her climb onto the bed, her legs going on either side of my hips as she straddled me just like I told her to.
I slipped my hands under the skirt and gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh and urging her higher. “Come on, wife. It’s been a whole day since I’ve had a hit of your pussy, and I’m starting to have withdrawals. Climb on up here and give me a taste.”
With her hands braced on my chest, she looked down at me, one brow raised. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“I’m rock fucking hard just from the thought of it, so yeah. I want you to do this.”
Apprehension was written on her face, but after a glance behind her at the giant hard-on I was sporting, she seemed to be reassured. Because, finally, she shuffled her way up my chest until her knees were on either side of my head, and she hovered over my mouth.
“I didn’t say hover.” I smacked her ass, her body jerking closer to me. “I said sit . Now be a good girl and give me that cunt.”
Without waiting for her to comply, I reached up and gripped her hips, guiding her down onto my face. At that first taste, I hummed into her pussy, opening my mouth and gliding my tongue over her, from her entrance to her clit and back again.
She gasped, her hands flying to the headboard as she stared down at me, eyes wide.
With her ass cupped in my hands, I devoured her, grinding her down onto my mouth because I wasn’t sure I’d get my fill otherwise.
I fucking loved how she tasted, loved how she smelled, loved that awed look of rapture on her face as I took her exactly where she needed to go.
“Ford,” she breathed, starting to rock her hips against my face and finally losing herself in her own pleasure.
I groaned against her, desperate to tell her how gorgeous she looked like this. How much I wanted her to come…that I needed to taste it. How badly I wanted her to fall apart for me.
But because my mouth was full of her pussy and there was no way I was stopping until she came down my throat, I just gripped her ass tighter, swirled my tongue faster, and worked her quickly toward a well-deserved orgasm.
She arched her back, one hand gripping the headboard, the other speared in my hair, and I wanted to see this view every day for the rest of my life.
Wanted to watch as my wife bit her lip and looked down at me, her eyes glazed over, lips parting as she tightened her thighs around my head.
As she moaned low in her throat while I worked her over with my mouth.
As she kept our eyes locked together when succumbing to her pleasure and coming all over my tongue.
But I wasn’t going to get to enjoy this for the rest of my life. I wasn’t even going to get a year.
Nearly half of our agreed-upon time was already gone, the weeks flying by far too fast, but I was damn well going to enjoy every second I had left with her.