Chapter 15
Lena
While Krys loved me and Storm, she adored her grandfather.
Which was why she was spending the night with my dad.
As I waited for Storm to get home, my eyes took in the pictures we had hung above the mantle. Man, I loved this house, and I loved him all the more for getting it for us.
Because the pictures of our family hung in a circle around the picture the photographer took of Storm kissing me for the first time as man and wife.
While I loved that picture, nothing compared to the one we had hanging above our bed.
I was sitting in front of Storm with Krys in my lap with her smiling wide.
The moment I heard his boots hit the mud room, I turned my face to look at him, and before I could get a word out, he asked, “What’s on your face, Precious?”
I smiled up at him and asked, “Hey, how’d everything go?”
“Fuckers underestimated us. That was their mistake.” He winked.
Chuckling, “Good. And it’s a homemade hydrating mask.”
He lifted a brow, “Yeah? What’s in it?”
“Avocado, yogurt, olive oil, and honey.” I honestly wouldn’t have minded tasting it, but... some curiosities needed to be just that.
“Gotcha, so what are we watching tonight, and have you got more of that stuff?”
I didn’t hesitate to answer him, “Charmed. Since the woman who played Pru sadly passed away, I figured I would do a binge party. And why would you ask if I have more of this stuff?”
He looked at the TV where I had the first episode queued, “Well damn. Okay. Charmed a movie or something?”
I gasped, “What? You don’t know what Charmed is?”
He looked at me as if I had a couple of screws loose, “Precious, I got a dick.”
Okay... he had a point... but... “Precious, you can’t say jack shit about me not knowing about this show when you’ve never watched Two and a Half Men.”
I sighed, damn, did the man have to be so smart? Then I huffed, teasing him, “Okay, fine, you have a point. I will concede this. For now.”
He winked, “Well, thank you so much, Precious. Now, do you have more of the face mask stuff?”
I nodded, “I do.”
“Alright, let me shower, and you can put it on my face.”
I felt my jaw drop and my eyes widen... “Umm, why exactly? Not saying I don’t mind the idea or not like it... but why?”
“Because I got a hot as fuck woman and I’m older than her and I need to keep looking my fucking best.” He winked down at me, dropped a fisted forearm to the back of the couch, and then placed a kiss atop my head.
And then I watched my fine as-hell man stroll out of the living room and into our bedroom.
Those jeans hugging his ass and thighs like my pussy hugs his cock... speaking of his well-endowed cock... and I did double the recipe... it wouldn’t be wasteful if I washed this off quickly, joined him in the shower, and then reapplied it.
We would be saving water too... There was nothing wrong with conserving water.
And with that, I jumped off the couch. Thankfully, I hadn’t started the binge party yet, and I quickly got the stuff off my face in the kitchen sink.
Then as I walked to our bathroom, I shed my clothes and threw my hair in a messy top knot.
The heated gaze on his face the moment I opened the shower door... so freaking worth it.
Once I closed the shower door, his hands gripped my ass, lifted me up, and then pressed my back into the shower wall.
“Wanna tell me why you haven’t started your shower yet?” I asked him with a lifted brow.
He winked, “I was waiting on you.”
And with that, words became unnecessary as he moved his lips from mine, down my neck, his hand roaming over my curves, my nails digging into his back.
And I was ready, just by him doing that, and he knew it because, in the next breath, his cock was sliding into me.
Feeling him entering me, stretching me, gliding in and out until he planted himself deep inside of me, “Fucking home.”
I smiled wide, as my eyes stayed locked with his, and then whispered, “I’ll always be your home.”
And with that, he made sure one hand was firmly wrapped around me tightly, and then he was moving in and out of me, thrusting hard and fast, moans, and growls filled our bathroom.
“You know, if anyone dared try to interrupt us while I was deep inside you, I’d blow this world to smithereens.”
And with that, I washed my body while he washed his hair, but I didn’t have to do my back... because he did it... and he didn’t have to do his back because I did it.
Once we were both dry, me in a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank, and Storm in a pair of pajama pants we both settled on the couch after I reapplied my face mask and applied it to his face.
Now this is where you have two types of men. You have the ones who will do stuff in secret, never wanting the world to see a certain side of them. Not even for their women. Then you have the men who want the whole world to know about how much they love their partner.
And my Storm, my Vance was the latter.
Which he proved when I giggled, after I saw his face, tagged my phone, and snapped a picture of the two of us making faces in the camera.
He didn’t tell me not to post it anywhere. He didn’t tell me not to send it to Raine or anyone else for that matter.
What did he say?
“Send that picture to me, Precious.”
His arms were wrapped around me and then we started the show.... halfway through the second episode, we removed the face mask and grabbed a bowl of popcorn.
The moment we hit episode four he whispered, “Don’t plan to binge this without me, alright?”
I nodded, snuggled into his warmth, and whispered, “I love you, Vance.”
“Love you too, Precious.”