Chapter 2
LIAM
My wife was generous and kind. There were many things she excelled in, and I loved her for each of them, but it was her weaknesses that really had me simpering like a fool for her. Because when my wife didn’t exceed or excel, she fixated.
And her fixating usually included a greedy appetite for my cock. It helped to take the pressure off whatever it was she couldn’t fix, and it somehow cleared her head.
So when she pulled into the garage, and hurried out of the car to hide whatever she had purchased, I only smiled.
Our son, Jaime, was asleep, so I carried around the tiny monitor showing him sleeping peacefully in his crib.
“Hurry, the girls will be home from school soon,” Haley said, opening the back hatch of her car.
I took the bags from her and followed her upstairs.
“You know the girls aren’t going to really understand this competition. They have their own traditions with Colson and even Rae now with the tree hunting. They’re just going to want to have fun.”
I winced when Haley froze mid-step, her shoulders hunching toward her ears. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
Fuck first, talk later. That was the way our relationship worked because if Haley talked first, she would talk herself into an entirely new fixation that required prepping and occasionally a flow chart. Thankfully, she continued into our bedroom, briskly making her way into our walk-in closet.
“How long has Jaime been asleep?”
The bags were stashed away as she stripped out of her coat.
“About forty-five minutes.” I was proud as hell that I had gotten him to sleep at all. At five months old, he preferred his momma rocking him to sleep over me. She sang to him too, and if no one else was here, I’d try to replicate her tone while I did the same.
Haley kept losing layers, until I finally caught onto what she was doing.
“We have maybe twenty minutes. If we’re lucky. You better hurry,” she said, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor.
My brain misfired for a second and then I hurriedly shoved my jeans down, then ripped my shirt over my head.
“We can do foreplay after, if he’s still asleep. For now, just get on the bed and let me straddle you.”
Fuck. She didn’t have to tell me twice; my cock was already hard as she slipped her thong down her legs, and with hooded eyes, knelt on the mattress.
“You wet?” I rasped as her mouth came down on mine.
My fingers immediately found her slit, discovering she was indeed slick.
With a heavy breath, she confirmed it, “thought about how you fucked me last night on the way here.” Holding the base of my shaft, she positioned herself over me until she was sinking down.
“Just assume that ninety percent of the time I’m wet for you simply because I’m remembering what you did to me or imagining something I want you to do to me.”
She moved her hips forward, while cupping her breasts, and stared down with a flirty smile, making my cock twitch inside her.
Circling her waist with my hands, I pulled her against me.
“You liked when I interrupted your play time in the tub?”
With a bounce on my cock, she moaned her reply.
I rocked with her, burying myself into her tight heat.
“You liked when I pulled you out, laid you across my lap and slid that toy into your ass while I fucked you with my fingers? You soaked the whole floor with all that bathwater, Haley. Your ass is still red from when I punished you for trying to get off without my permission.”
“Liam,” she rasped, rocking faster, “ohmygosh, fuck, fuck.”
“You already coming again, my greedy girl? Next time I’m going to fuck your throat while you sit on that toy. Maybe we’ll find one that spreads your pussy and your ass while I fuck that mouth.”
Haley’s hair tickled my thighs as her face lifted, and her orgasm took hold. I thrust my hips three more times before my release came. Right as we both came down from our high, the sound of our son’s cries filled the room from the monitor.
“Perfect timing, Mr. Croft.”
She slid off me and began cleaning up, reaching for her long silk robe.
“We’re talking about that shopping trip, Mrs. Croft,” I yelled after her as I sat up, still trying to catch my breath.
Being married to someone twelve years younger occasionally took its toll. I had a voracious appetite, but fuck, I was tired.
Haley waved me off, and then once she walked to the bedroom door, she threw over her shoulder, “nothing to talk about. I win Christmas. Rae and Nora will eventually forgive me.”
With that, she shut the door, and I hung my head.
Davis and Cole were right, this entire Christmas competition was going to be a shitshow. I was going to need to call and give them both a head’s up.