Chapter 21
“Mon, hon. I’m telling you, you’re gonna terrify the man. Lucas Marshall has never been this serious about any woman he’s ever been with. I can tell. But the more you talk about the seriousness of it. You’re gonna startle one of em! They’re both gun shy. Lucas is constantly worrying if he’s coming on too strong and Becks walks around like she is waiting for something horrible to happen at any moment.”
“I can’t help it, Paul! They’re both so deserving of love. It's like fate brought them together. Becks has been through so much. I just want her to be as happy as I am with you,” her eyes met mine, and her lips parted into a grin.
“Well. When you put it like that,” I said, pulling her closer to me in bed, “You may get lucky if you keep that up.”
“Promise?” she laughed, running her hands across my lower abdomen, I could feel myself hardening. I was always ready to go around her. Fourteen years of marriage hadn’t dampened that at all.
“It's basically set in stone,” I said, voice low, before kissing her.
Afterwards, laying there and watching Monica catch her breath, I chuckled again. “Still haven’t lost my touch.”
She slapped my chest playfully.
“Hey!” I said, tugging her back against my front and wrapping her in my arms, “You weren’t complaining five minutes ago on orgasm number two.”
“Would you shut up?! The girls are going to hear!” she laughed again, wiggling back against me.
“Hon, you’re gonna have to give me a minute if you wanna go again,” I growled at her hips’ movements. She chuckled, shaking her head at me.
“Paul, you are ridiculous,” she muttered.
I continued, “Why don’t we go out on a double date with Becks and Lucas next weekend? I really think Lacey is ready to watch the girls alone for an evening,” I hedged. “Trevor is always a phone call away and so are we. She’s a good girl, Mon.”
Monica sighed, “Fine. But she’s getting a list of rules.”
I chuckled, “I wouldn’t expect anything less, firecracker,” I said, kissing her again. “I love you, more than anything else in this world, Monica. You and our girls.”
“I love you too, you goof,” she whispered, kissing the tip of my nose softly.
“Now,” I said, shoving her onto her back and spreading her thighs, “Let me give you number three.”
She was moaning and writhing within minutes.