Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Willow
Haze leans back, lines himself up and slides inside of me with one push. I close my eyes, enjoying the onslaught of his huge cock. He stills, not moving, and when I open my eyes, the sight of him watching me makes my heart spin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me. “So fuckin’ pretty.”
“Because I called you husband?”
“Yeah, and you better get used to it.”
“That crawling thing was hot. If we could make that a regular routine, that would be great.”
He chuckles against my forehead as he presses a kiss there. “Now I’m your pretty boy?”
“Oh, you always were my pretty boy,” I laugh. “You just didn’t know it.”
He pulls out, then rams back in, stilling again. “Does this feel pretty?”
I shake my head. “Uh, no, that feels like a monster.”
“A monster you love.”
“Without a doubt.” My eyes flutter closed as he repeats the process, in no hurry to just bang me and be done with it. This man’s stamina is like nothing else. I can’t even understand how he is holding on. I wish I could say the same.
“Eyes open when you scream my name.”
They fly open, meeting his intense gaze. “I think the entire building might know your name.”
“If they don’t, they will by the time I’m done.”
He pulls out, then slides in with a thrust, repeating the process.
The way he rolls his hips… had I really forgotten how good this was?
I mean, aside from the bathroom incident, it has been a while.
Yet, he’s right, we could’ve been doing this the entire time.
While a part of me indulges in that thought, I know that all of this is about timing.
It would’ve been about sex, and he’s right — we’re so much better than that. Sex is just the icing on the cake.
“So good,” I mutter. “Oh, Aust, right there.”
He moves that ass like a man on a mission, even if the pacing is a little slow, but that thrust?
That really gets me going. I almost felt like disobeying him earlier so he would drag me over his knee.
My, how I’ve missed that. We’ve always been pretty adventurous in the bedroom, and now I’m reminded why I always had a permanent smile on my face when he’d left my bed.
“That’s it, baby, take my cock. Your pussy is so damn tight.”
His words light a fire within me as I meet his thrusts, chasing my next release.
This man is like nothing else. His pubic bone rubs against my clit, causing me to whimper.
Overcome I plant my hands on his ass and come like there’s no tomorrow.
He fills me so good. Every single cell in my body responds to his touch.
He doesn’t let up, driving me into the mattress as my vision clouds and I see stars.
I’m going to need a day of rest tomorrow if this keeps up.
“Aust!” I cry.
“Told you’d be screamin’ my name.”
“You don’t play fair.” I feel him pull out, then he kisses me chastely.
“And you’re makin’ my dick weep.”
I reach for his cock and he hisses when I sheath him in my palm. “So big.”
“You got him all excited.” He kisses me again, so tenderly, then rolls us over so he’s on his back and I’m straddling him. “Let me taste your pussy like this.”
“You want me to ride your face?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Aust, that’s a little—” I yelp as he pulls me closer and I’ve barely got one knee over one side of his head when he’s latching onto me.
Holy smokes. I hold onto the bedframe, planting my other knee down as he goes to town again.
This man is insatiable. Absolutely one hundred percent indecent, and I’m loving every moment.
I ride his face until I’m crying out, unable to control myself, then I’m sliding down his body and straddle his hips. I grip his cock and sink down.
We both moan in unison. “Oh, that’s good,” I sigh, sliding down to the hilt. “Your kind of stamina is impressive.”
“It’s gonna be impressive when I’m comin’ inside this tight little pussy.”
I rock my hips, using the bedframe as a base to steady myself, and I start to ride him.
The bastard lays down against my soft, fluffy cushions, smugly smiling at me.
There’s no way I can be mad at him, and why would I?
He’s freaking amazing in the sack, and tender but also rough all at the same time.
“That’s it,” he grits, holding me at the hips. “Ride this baby home.”
“I’ve missed this,” I admit.
“You don’t ever have to miss it again, I’m here. I’m yours.”
A wash of tenderness obstructs my vision, and I will myself not to cry.
All these years. All this time. My perfect man was right there.
My beautiful Haze was already mine. I don’t want him to see me fall apart, so I focus on my task, knowing this man won’t be finished even after we’re both exhausted. That’s not his style.
We move in unison, both chasing our releases. Every breath, every roll of my hips, every single grunt and rasp touches my very soul. When he cups my breasts and I tip my head back, adrenaline rushes through me. I brace myself on his shoulders as he sits up, cupping my face in his.
“My wife.”
“Yes.”
“I’m never lettin’ you go again.”
His words tip me over the edge as my climax hits me hard, and it’s that much sweeter when he thrusts up, spilling inside me with a long, hard groan. Nothing has ever sounded so sweet.
We’re both a panting, blithering mess as we try to catch our breaths. He buries his face in my neck. “I was stupid to ever let you go. Forgive me.”
“I do,” I say, kissing the top of his head. “It’s in the past, like we said. We have to move on.”
“I need you.”
Hearing him say those words. I try to hold back the emotion, but I can’t, not this time. When he raises his head, confusion crosses his face. “I need you, too,” I say.
“Are you…” He doesn’t say anymore. Instead, he wipes my tears with his thumbs. “I never want to make you cry. Ever.”
“They’re not tears of sadness.”
“I swear to god I will never hurt you ever again. We’ll talk it through.
I won’t pretend I know what’s best for you, or tell you what to do, but we have to talk about how we’re feelin’.
That’s the only way it’s gonna work.” When he wipes under my eyes again, this time he licks the pad of his thumb, tasting my tears.
“I know,” I whisper. “I feel like I can tell you anything.”
“You can. I promise, nothin’ you say to me will change the way I feel about you.”
“I feel the same way.”
“Even after I tell you I took Connor out to the bayou?”
I push back to look down at him. “You didn’t.”
He stares at me blankly as my eyes widen. Then a slow grin creeps across his face. “You really think I’d do that?”
“Uh, yes, of course I think you’d do that, and that puts me in an awkward position given my job.”
He bumps his hips. “I think I like your position right here, little lady.”
I kiss him. “I’m sure you do.” I start to pull off him and he stops me.
“Where you goin’?”
“Don’t we need to clean up?” I ask.
He thinks for a second. “How big is your shower?”
I shake my head, that mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know the whole premise of the shower is to clean oneself, not to make more of a mess.”
He shrugs. “Depends on which way you look at it. We get messy again, then we clean off. Simple.”
“Then we go back to bed and I doubt you’ll keep your hands to yourself,” I say matter-of-factly. “So we rinse and repeat.”
“It isn’t my fault you’re a sexy woman who has a body made for sin, in any case, you’ve survived on less sleep than this.”
My face flushes when I think about some of our escapades when we were younger. Having sex anywhere we could when we each lived at home. His truck. The park. My grandmother’s bathroom — she wasn’t home at the time. “Yes, I’m having a vision right now.”
He chuckles and I like the sound. I like Haze happy.
I sober as we stay wrapped around one another. “What if we fuck it up again?” I whisper.
“We won’t. We love each other too much. We’re magnets. We can’t keep away from one another.”
“Love is a powerful emotion, sometimes it clouds judgment,” I start, not wanting to put a damper on things, but also wanting to keep it real. “What if this is just us feeling good because we can’t stay away from each other?”
“Then that’s a good thing. If you’re suggestin’ that’s all it is, you’re wrong.”
I want to be wrong. I love him. My heart can’t take being crushed by him ever again. “I trust you. I trust us.”
“Then hold onto that.” He presses a kiss to my nose, then my eyes, then my lips. “Marriage is hard work, but I’m here for the long haul. I told you that — whatever it takes.”
“You can start by using the loofah on my back, I can’t reach.” I roll my lips, trying not to laugh.
“I’ve no idea what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, but any excuse to touch you is a good one.”
This time, he helps me off him and I crawl backward, taking my silk robe off the nearby chair where I draped it earlier. “What do you think you’re doin’ with that?”
I shrug my arms inside. “I—I guess I’m not used to just strutting around naked,” I say honestly.
He shrugs the robe back off my shoulders and it slides down my back and onto the floor. “No clothes around me, babe, no point.” He lifts me into his arms and I feel calm in his embrace, just like I always did.
“Did I tell you how annoying you are?”
He grins. “Yup, and you know I never listen to you.”
“You can say that again.”
He carries me into the bathroom, then sets me down on the side of the tub while he reaches into the shower and starts to run the water.
When the steam starts to form, he holds his arms out and I take his hands.
He may be a beast in the sack, but Haze is a gentle man with me.
Always has been. He handles me like I’m the most precious thing in the word. I can’t believe I fucking cried.
When he faces me, something prompts me to ask, “What’s wrong?”
His brows furrow, and his face shows pain — he seems like he wants to say something, but when he parts his lips, he simply says, “I’m just feelin’ all mushy.”
I cup one side of his face. “You’d tell me if there was something wrong?”
He purses his lips, then he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Nothin’ could ever be wrong with you in my arms.”
He pulls me into the shower and I relish the hot water on my skin as we both stand beneath the warm spray. He takes my body wash and immediately soaps up his hands and begins to wash me. Fucking wash me.
“I could get used to this,” I moan when he pulls my back to his front.
“Is this the loofah I’ve been told so much about?” He twirls the purple object around on his finger by the tassel. “This got to touch your body, and I didn’t?”
“You’re jealous of a sea sponge?” I sigh. “Jesus, Aust.”
He chuckles. “I think my hands do a better job.”
And they do. All night long.