Chapter 20 #3
I stand and look down at him. Using the firmest voice I ever have with him, I say, “I won’t be happy if I find out you ever do any of these things again. Am I clear?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, go inside and get ready for bed. I’ll be in to read with you soon.”
He does as he’s told and I follow him inside before making my way to where Lily is in the bath.
She lifts her head and opens her eyes when she hears me come in. She doesn’t say anything, though; she waits for me to speak.
I sit on the edge of the bath and run my eyes over her.
Ten years with Lily and some days it’s still like looking at her for the first time.
I still discover something new every now and then.
Or maybe it’s just that I bring a new perspective to our relationship every now and then, like I am tonight after talking with Cade, and see her in a new way.
Whatever the fuck it is, there’s no denying that Lily always has every ounce of my attention, even when she thinks she doesn’t.
“Jesus, King, are you going to tell me what happened?”
I bring my gaze back to hers. “He’s feeling left out.”
She frowns. “What? Why? That makes no sense.”
“It does make sense. He thinks you want him to always step aside for Travis.”
More frowning. “Step aside? What does that mean?”
“He said he thinks he always has to let Travis win at everything.”
“But he doesn’t have to. Where is this coming from?”
“We have to go slower on treating him as the older brother. He still wants to be treated in some of the ways we treat Travis.”
She thinks about that for a moment, slowly nodding. “Okay, that makes sense.”
I hold her gaze while I ready myself for the hell that what I’m about to say to her will likely cause me. “You’re too soft on Travis, Lily.”
This is a topic we’ve discussed before. It’s also a topic she doesn’t care for. Tonight is no different. “I’m not too soft, King. You’re too hard.”
“Yes, I am. I agree.” I take in the widening of her eyes. This is the first time I’ve ever agreed with her on this, and I’m only doing it now because Cade has helped me see this clearer.
“Did I just hear you correctly?”
I nod. “I don’t always stop to consider where the kids are coming from when I want them to change their behaviour.
Talking with Cade tonight has shown me that I need to dig deeper and think about shit differently.
” I pause. “You can’t go soft on Travis at Cade’s expense.
Yeah, Cade is old enough to learn about making allowances for his brother, but at the same time, he needs to feel your love.
When you go soft, he takes that as a sign that you’re choosing Travis over him. That’s where this shit is coming from.”
She stares at me for a long moment.
She then sits up in the bath and leans forward to bring her hand to my neck. Pulling my face to hers, she kisses me. When she’s finished with my lips, she says, “You might be an asshole at times, but you’re a smart one and I love you.”
“Fuck,” I growl, needing a lot fucking more than one kiss. “I’m going to read to the kids while you finish in here. I’ll be half an hour at the most. When I get back, I want you spread out on that bed ready for me.”
Her eyes blaze with heat and she kisses me again. Then, letting me go, she says, “Make it twenty minutes. And King? The first thing I want is your tongue inside me.”
Christ, my wife is almost as filthy as me these days. I still haven’t decided if that’s a good or bad thing. It’s distracting as hell when I’m away, so I tend to lean towards it being a bad fucking thing.
I leave her so I can put the kids to bed.
It’s going to be the longest fucking twenty minutes of my day.
Lily’s POV
I spend fifteen more minutes in the bath before getting ready for King.
After drying myself and spraying his favourite perfume on, I do as he ordered and spread myself out on the bed.
He takes longer than he said.
After another twenty minutes have passed, I throw one of his shirts on and go looking for him, finding him lying next to Cade on Cade’s bed, talking with him.
They’re so engrossed in their conversation that they don’t see me at the door. Not wanting to interrupt, I go into the kitchen and clean the dinner dishes away.
I’ve just finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on when King’s strong arms circle me from behind. His mouth comes to my ear. “I fucking like that shirt on you, but it needs to come off.”
I turn in his arms and take hold of his face so I can drag his mouth down to mine. Kissing him, I slide my tongue over his and deepen the kiss, giving him everything I’m feeling.
Love, lust, frustration, impatience, annoyance, happiness, anger, gratitude, all of it.
This man who has been by my side for a decade can bring it all out in me in under an hour when he tries. Hell, even when he’s not trying, he can make me feel every feeling under the sun in a short amount of time. Just like I know I can do the same to him.
I never want him to change.
“Fuck, Lily,” he rasps as we grow frantic with hands everywhere and the kind of kiss that makes me breathless in all the right ways. Lifting the shirt of his I’m wearing over my head, he drops it on the floor and bends his face so he can take one of my nipples into his mouth.
I grip his hair and arch my back as pleasure takes over my body.
King and I never have sex in the kitchen when the kids are home, so he’s caught me by surprise. I’m helpless to stop him, though. I need him. Now. Right now.
Moving my hands to his belt, I undo it and then his jeans as fast as I can. He hisses when I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s dedicating time to my breasts, but he stops that as I stroke him.
His eyes come to mine. He looks at me like he always does, like I’m the only woman in the world. There’s so much desire in those eyes of his that it only makes me need him faster, sooner, harder.
He keeps his gaze on mine for a few moments while I stroke him.
I know he’s thinking about how he wants to fuck me.
The anticipation I always feel while I watch him think works its way through my veins.
Sex is the only time I hand over control fully to King, and this is why.
I love how the power fuels him. How it brings out his darker, dominant side that makes the kinds of demands on my body that I feel for days.
“I want you sitting on my face,” he says, his voice husky with desire. Then, without waiting for my response, he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to our bedroom.
He strips out of the rest of his clothes, not removing his eyes from me. A minute later, he’s lying on the bed, pulling me to sit over his face with my knees either side of him.
I grip the headboard while he grips my ass and tongues me.
“Oh God,” I moan, riding his face. I fucking love how much my husband loves eating me out.
King could do this for hours.
I’m convinced of it.
He loves using his tongue, his lips, his teeth, and his fingers to fuck me.
And often, like he does now, he brings my fingers in on the job too.
He guides my fingers inside me and orders, “Fuck yourself but stop right before you’re about to come and let me finish the job.”
I look down at him and do as he says, keeping my eyes on his as he watches me finger myself.
I grip the headboard tighter as my orgasm teases. “I’m about to come,” I say as I rock my hips above his face.
Pulling me back to his face, he fucks me with his tongue and fingers, growling deeply, sending the very best kind of vibrations through me.
“Oh God, oh…fuck, King,” I moan as I come.
I’ve barely orgasmed when he grips my hips and moves me off his face so he can sit. A moment later, I’m on my hands and knees on the bed and he’s slamming his dick in me.
“Fuck,” he roars, thrusting in hard and fast, wiping all coherent thought from my mind.
We’re all skin slapping together, fingers bruising, hearts joining as we both chase the release we need with each other.
My first orgasm stretches out into multiple orgasms as King fucks me. He doesn’t come quickly, and by the time he finally does, I’m completely lost to the pleasure.
When he pulls out of me, I collapse onto the mattress, spent. Exhausted.
He lies next to me and pulls me into his arms. I need to go to the bathroom to clean up, but first I need this moment with him.
We lie quietly for a beat and then I say, “I never want to do this with anyone else.”
His arm tightens around me possessively. “Trust me, I won’t fucking allow that. Ever.”
I look up at him. “I wasn’t referring to sex, King. I meant I never want to do life with anyone else.”
He keeps his hold tight on me as he looks at me. “I won’t allow that either.”
I smile, tightening my arm over him too. Then, exhaling a long breath, I say, “Raising kids is hard work. I’m not sure I can make it.”
He frowns. “Make what?”
“All the years we still have left to go. Also, Christmas is hard work. And so is summer. I’ve run out of energy for it all.”
He contemplates that for a few seconds. “I’ve got you covered.”
“How? I mean, seriously, King, you’re always so busy with—”
He presses a finger to my lips and silences me. “I’m home for a week. You can put your feet up.”
I stare at him. “What? How?”
“The reason I wasn’t replying to your calls and texts today wasn’t because I was ignoring you, Lily. I was taking care of shit so I could have some days at home. I hope to fuck you’re ready for me, because you’re gonna have to put up with me for an entire week.”
Holy shit.
I move so that I’m straddling him. “You never take time off at Christmas.”
He brings his hands to my thighs. “Yeah, well I am this year.”
Holy. Shit.
I smile. This smile is far bigger than my last one. “You know what that means, right?”
King knows me well after all these years together, so he knows I’m going nowhere he wants me to here. “I fucking shudder to think.”
I laugh and bend to kiss him. “It means we can do five fucking questions every day for the next week.”
“Christ,” he mutters before slapping my ass and saying, “Get ready for round two. And get ready for a lot of fucking sex the next week. If I have to answer your questions, you’ll be sucking my dick a fuckuva lot.”
I kiss him again, smiling into it before murmuring, “You forget how much I like sucking your dick. Even after all these years, it’s still one of my favourite things to do.”
I leave him to clean up, thinking about the next week and all the things I can get him to do around the house and with me.
When I return to the bed, I slide in next to him and say, “This is the best Christmas present you’ve ever given me.”
He moves so that he’s on top of me. Looking down at me with love, he says, “Surely we’re fucking done with five fucking questions after a decade of them.”
I grin. “Baby, we’ll never be done with that. I would have thought you’d know me well enough by now to know that.”
“A man can fucking live in hope.”
With that, he proceeds to make good on his promise of a lot of fucking sex.
This is turning out to be the best Christmas of my life.