Chapter 38
Cormac
Istare down at my wife, all satiated, lips swollen from my kisses. Both sets of sweet pink lips. There’s a heavy look of lust in her eyes. For me. And only me.
Just for a second, I think I’m remotely worthy of her.
With my hand on the back of the sofa, I realize I don’t want to fuck her on this thing. She deserves more than that.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her while gripping her at the waist. “We’re on the move.”
“Umf,” she exhales when I lift her.
The hallway breezes by, and my son’s room is a reminder of another secret I’m keeping.
That and my quest to end the lives of drug dealers.
While tonight she heard some of the loose details, she doesn’t know the whole story.
It’s hard to know which she will be more offended by.
What will break her trust? What will make her leave me?
But with Scarlett’s hand in my hair, lips running along my jaw, all I want to think about is this naked woman in my arms. Her skin is warm but coated in sweat. I can’t wait to be naked and on top of her, feeling these legs around me and sweating with her.
I tried to fight this, not wanting to get sucked in. But I’m here, and I think it’s okay to be this crazy about someone. Love is a risk. Period.
In the bedroom, I lay her out in the sea of messy sheets and waves of blankets, then cover her with my body. Pivoting my hips, I grind my hard dick against her bare center. “Do you still want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes.” She bucks against me. “This feels so good. So right.”
I never thought sex could feel so easy and electric at the same time. That I could give all of myself to someone again without fear or being disgusted with myself after what I did to Ana.
Scarlett rears up on her elbows. “Are you staying dressed? Because that can be hot.” Her foot climbs my leg and finds my cock.
“Whoa,” I say. “Watch the nuts.”
“Hmm. I changed my mind,” she says, sitting up and starts to undress me. “I want to see you naked. All of this has to go.”
I let her lift my T-shirt over my head and smile at the little gasp and moan she tries to hide, seeing my body.
I step back to drink in her stare as I remove my pants to tease her. To make her wait, the way I waited for her. She just didn’t know it.
“Like what you see, little Ford?”
“Yes.” She smiles. “And I like that you call me little Ford. It makes me think you’ll let me keep my name.”
“No matter what your diplomas or licenses say, you’re an O’Rourke.” I push down my briefs and stand there, naked as she is.
Goddamn, my wife is impossibly and painfully beautiful. She often looks disheveled lately, but that’s a symptom of medical school, lost sleep, hard work, and studying until she’s ready to drop. I’m so fucking proud of her.
She bites her lip, and her gaze settles just below my waist.
“Your eyes can’t stop staring at my cock.”
“It’s a pretty fantastic cock, Cormac.”
My name sounds sinful on her mouth. No one’s ever said it the way she does.
Scarlett sits up and kisses my chest, flicking my nipples with her tongue.
“Christ, that feels good.” My cock thickens and pulses, hungry to be buried deep inside her dripping, sweet cunt.
She moves her mouth down the center and past my navel. My heart pulses hot blood through my veins, and I grip her hair, not sure if I’ll pull her up to taste her mouth or throat fuck her again.
Maybe there isn’t a choice.
“I can’t believe I thought I could resist you,” I murmur.
Making her sleep in my bed crumbled most of my resolve. I’ve been holding on by a thread. It was inevitable I’d snap.
“Silly man.” Her hand snakes past my hip and grabs an ass cheek while the other closes around my cock.
I forget to breathe from the jolt.
Stroking me, she says, “I never got over how you felt inside me.”
A damn breaks and I lose it. I bend down and crash my mouth against hers in a savage kiss. I wedge myself between her legs as I keep kissing her lips. Her neck, her collarbone, between her tits. Sucking on her nipples, I feel her get wetter and wetter against my balls.
I pull back once more to admire my wife, choked up that I couldn’t stay her roommate and equally angry with myself for building a wall in the first place. She stares back at me, jaw tipped open, pink tongue wetting her lips, and her eyes glassy with lust.
“I have condoms. I can put one on,” I offer.
“I got tested after Pierce because he cheated on me. I’m clean, and I’ve had a birth control shot for the last couple of years. We can get dirty and wet.”
“My dirty, dirty wife.” My head explodes, and I lose control.
I close my hand around my cock and gently stroke it to make sure I’m hard enough but not on the verge of spilling. I want to enjoy this, and I want her to enjoy me fucking her.
I position myself at her soaked entrance. “You ready for my cock?”
“So ready, Cormac.”
I thrust inside, and Scarlett arches under the impact. “Christ, for a fake husband, you—”
I shush her with my mouth. “This isn’t fake anymore. I’m fucking you, my cock is buried inside you. That makes this marriage real.”
“Good. You are so mine,” she reminds me that possession goes both ways.
I love how strong she is and how each day she gets a little further past what Pierce Langston did to her.
“God, I can’t believe you fit inside me.” She tilts her hips to meet each one of my thrusts.
“You’re so tight, I feel your walls sucking in my cock.” I love how she’s making me hers. It feels incredible to be wanted for just who the hell I am. Almost.
Settling into a rhythm, I glide in and out, slowing down at times when I start to feel the edge coming up at me.
“Scarlett, you look so fucking good taking my cock.” I squeeze her butt cheeks to bring our bodies closer together. “You okay?”
“Cormac, keep going,” she cries out.
“Tell me how good I feel, Scarlett.” I change up the angle and get even deeper. “Use your words. Are you full? Do you need more?”
Not that I have more, but I’m open to playing with toys or stopping to lick her to extend the pleasure for her.
“So fucking good,” she moans. “My husband is fucking me so good.”
“Yes, he is. So long as that’s me.” My hand wanders up her neck, and I squeeze her throat while I fuck her like an animal.
“I love how big you are.” She tips her neck back. “Right there, don’t stop.”
“Christ, do you see what you do to me? This wet pussy dripping down on my balls has me so hard.”
“Keep fucking me, please.” Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she starts to spasm around my cock.
After I close my hands around her tits, she drenches my length. It’s warm. It’s tight. It’s fucking wonderful.
I lean forward to kiss her and drink in her moans. The sound drives me insane. My wife loves wild sex and has a pussy all for me. I keep going, testing my limit until that tingle in my spine blossoms into a fire in my heart.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I want to come deep inside her because I can. She’s clean, I’m clean, she’s on birth control, and I’m her fucking husband. But I want to mark her. I pull out and erupt in thick, hot ropes all over her stomach, and some even make it to her tits.
I see stars. God, I never came this hard. Breathless, I collapse next to Scarlett and pull her toward me, not caring if I get cum all over my chest.
My breath can’t catch up, and I feel lightheaded. “Christ, that was so good.”
“Are you okay, doctor?” My wife lifts my hand and checks my pulse.
Seconds pass as I watch her eyes as she counts the beats under my skin. “You’re gonna make it.”
“Not likely, if that’s the kind of sex we’ll be having.” I pull her in for a kiss, but she breaks it a moment later.
“So… Was this a one-time, get it out of our system thing?”
Fucking, ouch.
“I didn’t think of it that way.” I roll onto my back. “I don’t want to hurt you, Scarlett. I warned you about the mess I am.”
“I, um, looked up some case studies on relationships and recovery.” She trails a hand down my sweaty chest. “You did a year, like they recommend. You’ve stayed clean. You have a stable home and a job. There’s no need to deny yourself anymore.”
I blink, taking that in. “It’s not me I worry about.”
She sits up. “Do you think because I let Pierce suck me into something hurtful that I’m a terrible judge of men?”
Fucking ouch again because that’s exactly how I would characterize it.
“Sex was never part of the bargain to get married,” I remind her.
“We’re both sober adults. So we can do this again?” Her eyes light up.
I forget she’s twenty-five and full of energy and optimism.
“Sure.” I get off the bed and grab my phone. “I need you to promise me something.”
She grabs a pillow and covers herself. “A video promise?”
“No. I want you to promise me that the minute you’re not happy with something I’ve done, said, or if I’m just acting like a selfish asshole, call me on it. And if I give you a hard time, call this number.” I show her my phone. “I’m forwarding you the contact.”
She blinks. “Who’s Lachlan?”
“That’s my six-foot-six brother.”
“He knows we’re married?”
“He does now.” I clear my throat. “I saw him tonight. And told him.”
I’ll wait to tell her about meeting everyone on Christmas Eve. The last I counted, that’s thirteen strangers, including my mother. And not including seven kids. One being mine!
“Lachlan was in the same camp they sent me to,” I say to finish my point. “If I spiral, you call him, and he’ll come straighten me out.”
“Seems a little extreme.” She goes pale, the orgasm glow fading.
“Lachlan is the definition of extreme. But he’s fair. He’s just terrifying to look at.”
“Noted.”
I head to the bathroom and grab a washcloth. Back at the bed, I caress my wife with the warm cloth and smile as she groans against my touch.
“What do we do now?” she asks, her eyes dropping closed.
Just then, I realize Scarlett’s ankle has hooked around mine under the blankets.
And I don’t pull away.
“I need some sleep. We have class tomorrow.” I get back into bed and pull her toward me.
“You have class every day, professor.” She nuzzles against me.
I laugh at the pun that I’m not a classless slob.
“Doesn’t feel like it, but I’m trying, little Ford.” I kiss her on the forehead. “I’m trying.”