Maddox
Maddox
A YEAR AND A HALF LATER
I heard the cursing before I spotted her bent over her bike and painting the sexiest image. Her body had changed after pregnancy, making her curves more pronounced. It made me want her more if that was possible.
“Come on, just give me a little more room,” she mumbled, making me even more curious about what she was up to.
“Need any help?” I asked, making her jump. Her body tensed, and she tried to turn but bent over so far that she’d gotten stuck.
“Nope. All good.”
“Bullshit.” I chuckled and walked up behind her. “Though, this angle does have some advantages.” I rubbed my hands over her ass, gripping her cheeks. Her breath hitched, and I smiled wider.
“Nope. No more babies,” she groaned.
Laughing, I pulled her up, keeping her back flushed to my front. “But we make such cute ones.”
Darcie groaned like she was annoyed, but her ass wiggling against my crotch said otherwise. “I actually didn’t come out here to seduce you,” I whispered, brushing my teeth across her neck. “But now that I have you alone.” I turned and lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist. Our mouths crashed into one another, and heat licked up my spine. Whenever I kissed this woman, I felt it would never be enough. Even after years of marriage and several kids, I yearned for her in a way I never wanted to forget.
Darcie had always and would always be my everything.
Setting her on the workbench, I quickly removed her top and unfastened her pants. She shoved my shirt over my head and loosened my belt. Her hand cupped my shaft, and I lost focus for a moment as I breathed through my arousal.
“Goddamn, Princess. You drive me wild.”
“Same, Madd. I need you,” she whimpered.
Gaining control, I kept myself off the ledge and focused on my wife. “Lift,” I demanded, removing her pants and shoes. I stared at her naked body in awe, loving every stretch mark. Darcie planted her feet on the table, showing me her glistening pussy. I took her direction and shoved my pants down, grabbed her under the knees, and notched myself at her entrance.
Leaning back on her elbows, she encouraged me with her eyes to continue. Pressing forward, we both sighed as I slid in. For the first few thrusts, I went slow until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Dropping her legs, I caged her in on the workbench and plunged in. The sounds of our skin slapping echoed around us, and our arousal filled the air. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure raced up my spine. My balls drew up, and I covered her mouth with mine.
Our tongues twirled as we clawed at one another, pressing our bodies impossibly close. Darcie’s legs were wrapped around me, and I thrust so hard the bench moved.
“Yes, Madd. Yes, fuck. I’m coming!” She moaned loudly, tossing her head back.
At her exclamation, I let go, and my orgasm crashed through me. My muscles tensed as my cock twitched, my cum spilling out in thick ropes inside her. I laid across her, panting as I caught my breath.
“Fuck, we’re good at that,” she teased.
“The best.”
Smiling, I kissed her once and stumbled back. I grabbed my shirt and wiped off my dick and then her. Wading it up, I helped her off the bench and back into her clothes.
“What were you doing to your bike anyway?” I asked, helping her with her shoes.
“Grayson said he hid one of those noisemakers on it, so I was looking for where it could be. I don’t want to ride tomorrow, and it suddenly goes off.”
“Pretty sure he was lying.”
“Well, I needed to be sure,” she huffed. “This charity ride is important. We haven’t seen some of the old Mavericks in a while. Plus, it’s Hank's retirement. It means a lot.”
“I know, Princess. It will be perfect.” I kissed her head and promised to question Grayson until he admitted it was a prank.
Darcie had worked hard to ensure her father’s last official ride was good. He’d been cancer-free for four years now and wanted to move closer to his grandkids. The ride was to raise money for pancreatic cancer research in honor of her dad. Most people who’d helped us take down Stanley were making the trip for it. It was going to be one big reunion.
“Come on, I came out here to tell you the kids are ready for bedtime stories.”
“Dang, it’s already that time? I swear the days get shorter.”
She hurried across the backyard and into the house, and I smiled after her. This life, I couldn’t have pictured it any better than it was.