17. Chapter 16 #2
“Daddy!” Kayden cheers as I walk into the motel room with a purpose, with Blaze right behind me, and my girl’s eyes come my way in shock. She clearly thought I wouldn’t show up after receiving a court order just as our son gingerly climbs out of bed with excitement that makes my heart pound.
“Be careful, trouble,” she gasps, but he ignores his mama and rushes my way, throwing his arms around my waist. I wrap my arms around him, my heart pounding at the instant love I feel for this boy, and I kiss his head.
“How are you feeling, bud?” I ask with a murmur, and he mumbles, “Okay, I missed you, Daddy,” and I hold him a little tighter.
“I’m not going anywhere, Kayden,” I promise as I look up at lock eyes with my wife’s teary ones.
The woman is stubborn, I’ll give her that, but I’m even more stubborn, and she’s about to be hit with a fucking reality check.
“Hey, Kayden, you wanna come outside to look at my bike?” Blaze asks casually, and Kayden leans back with an excited grin, and I nod to the door and command, “Go slowly!”
He nods, then leaves my embrace and goes to his uncle, who smiles at him, wraps his arm over his shoulders, hands me the folder, and walks outside.
I wait until the door is shut before I face my frowning wife, her eyes on the door, but as I move towards her, her attention comes my way.
I hold the folder out to her and command, “Take it!”
My temper is barely holding on by a fucking thread.
She cautiously takes it, her eyes looking over my features. “What’s this?” Alexiana asks in confusion as she opens the folder, but she stills, reading the words I confirm out loud, “Court-ordered marriage counseling,” and she looks at me with a sharp glare.
I sneer, “If you think I’d give up that fucking easily after finally finding you after eight years, then you have another thing coming!”
“Not happening,” she snaps, and I grin harshly, “Then enjoy prison!”
I won’t have her pull away from me again. I fucking refuse.
“You cheated on me!” she shouts with frustration, and I shout in return, “And I’ve been punished for the last eight fucking years for it. I had to run into a school shooting and try not to think that my fucking son was in there, my son I didn’t even know about!”
“And whose fault is that?” she shouts back before she shoves me, but growls when I don’t move and she tries to shove me again, and she snaps, “You broke me, you broke us!” but I don’t say anything in return, I allow her to get this shit off her chest.
I need her to let loose so I can fix what I fucking broke.
“I trusted you; I let you in, and you broke it all, you ruined us!” she shouts and shoves me again, but when she says, “Just sign the goddamn papers!” I lose my cool.
I grip her hair in my fist, making her gasp in shock, before I shove her up against the wall and press my nose against hers.
Her chest moves fast between us and I growl, “I’ll never fucking sign the papers, every judge you try to speak to, every petition you try to claim, I’ll fight it fucking all because you are my wife and I refuse to lose the woman I love!
” before I slam my lips against hers hard, causing her to gasp, giving me the opportunity to shove my tongue into her without hesitation.
Alexiana kisses me back with as much anger as I’m kissing her, full of teeth and tongue. It’s dirty and oh so fucking hot that I get lost in her like I always did.
I let go of her hair, grip her ass and lift her, causing her dress to lift up slightly as she wraps her legs around my waist. I use my hips to keep her on the wall while gripping her throat with one hand, my other going to her full tit that I fucking miss sucking on.
I pinch her nipple through her fabric, making her moan, and I grind my cock against her fabric-covered pussy hard, getting a rhythm that causes her to move her hips with mine. I moan and groan into her mouth, pleasure shooting through me while our breathing picks up.
Eight years, and fuck, I have missed her so fucking much.
Alexiana grips my hair that has fallen out of its man bun, and I tighten my hold on her slender neck.
I grind even harder, faster while pinching her nipple before I suck her bottom lip into my mouth.
She tenses, her body locking up and before she can scream out her orgasm, I shove my tongue down her throat and move my hips quickly, helping her ring out her orgasm and instead of stopping.
I grind down even harder when I feel my spine tingle and my balls tighten before I let loose in my fucking boxers, coming like a teen.
I can’t seem to fucking bring myself to care as I kiss her harder, tangling my tongue with hers before sucking it into my mouth then gingerly kissing her lips knowing in a minute she’s going to push me away.
She tenses right on cue, stopping the kiss, and I place my forehead against hers as I breathe heavy and I rasp, “I just jizzed in my boxers,” hoping to ease her tension, and her lips twitch, she doesn’t want them to, but they do.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” she breathes, and I kiss her again, ignoring her scowl, and I murmur, “But it did, because you are mine, and I’m yours.”
She shakes her head and fights to get down, and I let her. Her eyes go to my cock, and her lips twitch again before she says, “I might be yours, Hayes, but you certainly are not mine, you made sure of that eight years ago.”
I shake my head, and I breathe, “I am yours. I made a mistake, one I have to live with for the rest of my life. We’re doing the therapy because I won’t lose you, plain and fucking simple, because like fuck am I spending the rest of my life alone.”
That said, I turn and storm out, my boxers feeling wet and fucking sticky, but I ignore it and head to where Kayden is sitting on my bike, leaving my wife to stew and probably hate herself and me for getting off.
Blaze raises a brow, especially at the wet patch in my jeans, and I narrow my eyes at him as he tries to hold in his laughter before I pay attention to my amazing fucking son, ignoring his mom’s glare on my back.
I meant what I said, I won’t lose her, I fucking refuse, even if I have to lean on my big brother, my girl will be coming home. Her and our son, even if I have to take Cage’s fucked up plan into consideration, because I fucking will.