Chapter 2
ZANDER
This is the best time. I have got to be the luckiest, happiest man on the entire planet right now.
It’s the middle of the day and I’m lying in bed, my naked wife spread-eagle beneath me, her dripping pussy vibrating as I suck and lick until her toes are curling into the sheets and she’s fisting clumps of my hair.
Let her tug until it stings. I don’t fucking care.
She tastes delicious, and feeling her legs quiver beneath my touch, knowing the effect I can have on her… yeah, it makes me very fucking happy.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur against her inner thigh, then squeeze her ass cheeks and suck her clit between my lips.
“Oh shit,” she breathes, her back starting to arch as she tugs a little harder and suddenly falls apart. Her muscles go taut beneath me, her hard butt squeezing tight as her body practically shoots off the bed.
Hell fucking yes!
As much as I love playing football, I’m glad the season is finally over. Now I can spend some quality time with this luscious woman. Her body is fire, the endless workouts she’s been doing at the gym turning her into a strong, sculpted goddess.
She’s been beautiful in every stage of her life.
I’ve loved her curvy and spongy after her pregnancies, and I love her now, mostly because she seems to enjoy her body so much more when she’s fit and healthy like this.
“Get inside me,” she softly demands as she grabs my arms and pulls me over her.
I catch myself with a laugh, sliding into her wet oasis with a practiced ease.
I love that I don’t have to suit up anymore.
After Sienna’s third and final pregnancy, which was a fucking nightmare, we decided to make birth control a permanent thing. I was willing to get a vasectomy, but Sienna wanted her tubes tied. So, she had the procedure done when Olly was only one.
Since then, we’ve been able to make love whenever we please, and since all the kids are currently at school, we can go for it in the middle of the day without a care in the world.
Yes, I love my life.
“Fuck, you feel good baby.” I pump into her, loving this connection as I nuzzle my nose against her cheek and smile at the mewling sounds coming out of her.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve been holding out for life to just slow down a little.
Playing professional ball is a huge commitment. I’m away a lot, and Sienna’s been raising our four kids on her own during those times. Her parents come and stay for stints to help her out, but I hate that I’m not around as much.
I’m back now, though.
The offseason is a much slower pace, and I’m gonna have chunks of time to really step up and help out.
And I’m desperate to do it, because I’ve noticed a shift in Sienna this year. Something is definitely off, and I haven’t been able to pinpoint what. Whenever I ask her about it, she says she’s fine, because I think in her mind, she is.
But she’s not.
She just doesn’t seem as happy, and I don’t know if it’s because of me or what.
The kids are all doing great.
Zoey’s in high school now—God help us.
Cole and Logan are dominating fourth grade like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
And Olly started kindergarten in September last year and found his feet immediately. He even complains that there’s no school on the weekend.
So, what’s bothering Sienna?
I’d love to figure it out… if she’d just let me.
“Ooooo.” Sienna’s fingers dig into my shoulders, her words a soft whimper. “Harder, baby, please.”
I plunge deeper, rising onto my hands and pistoning my hips so I can pleasure her the way she wants.
Trying to catch a glimpse of those sparkly blues eyes of hers, I tip my head to the side, but she squeezes her eyes shut, exposing her throat to me as she lifts her chin and gets lost in the heady sensations driving through her.
I get it. My nerves are on fire too… in all the best ways.
Thrusting sharp and hard, I hit her deepest pleasure points and am rewarded with more sweet groans and whimpers. Her fingers grab my forearms, squeezing tight as another orgasm obviously builds within her.
Fuck, I’m going to pop in a second.
She feels so fucking good.
“Sparks,” I whisper. “Fuck, baby…” My words trail off as my own orgasm starts to take hold.
I want to draw this thing out, make it last all freaking day, but the pressure inside me is building too fast.
She’s too hot.
Too sexy.
Too…
I groan, a rocket firing through my body and straight out my dick as I jerk and plunge, hard and fast.
She gasps, then starts moaning in time with me, her sweet pussy clutching my head, spasming around it and sending my body into a delicious state of chaos.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. She feels so good.
I squeeze my ass, pressing into her as deep as I can, breaths punching out of me. My chest heaves, my arms quivering as I hold myself inside her and let this wave of ecstasy ride through me.
After a moment, we both start to relax and float down from our highs at the same time. I sink over my wife, resting my cheek against hers and lightly sucking her earlobe.
“You are fire, baby. You’ll always be my blue flame.”
She softly giggles, wrapping her legs around my hips and crossing her ankles.
Then she presses kisses against my shoulder and up my neck, and I turn my head in time to meet her lips and kiss her deeply, drinking from that luscious mouth.
Our tongues slide together in a slow dance before I pull back to check her face.
Smiling down at her, I silently ask if she’s good, and she gives me a noncommittal eyebrow raise before softly pushing me off her.
I roll to the side but gather her up before she can leave the bed.
She laughs, letting me pull her back so we can spoon for a minute. Her fingers paint lines across my forearm before she starts to pat my hand, a silent request to let her go.
“Just a few more minutes,” I kiss her shoulder.
“I can’t.” She laughs again. “I have to get to my training session. I don’t want to be late.”
“You’ve just done a workout with me. Do you really need to go to the gym?”
She pulls my arm off her and wiggles to the side of the bed.
Her voice is light and playful. “Just because you’re home now and free as a bird doesn’t mean my entire routine has to change.
I want to get my workout in before we leave.
I’m about to have an entire weekend of no gym and decadent food.
This session will be like money in my health bank. ”
I laugh. “Sparks, you don’t need a health bank. You’re fitter than half my team.”
She shakes her head, obviously not believing me. “I have my routine, Zan. Don’t make me break it.”
I raise my hands, rolling onto my back as she slips into our en suite. I should probably get up too and do… I don’t know what. Sen’s got this house running like clockwork.
When she steps back into the room, fully naked, I sit up on my elbows and watch her get dressed. The little yoga shorts she slips on are so fucking hot. I can’t wait to take those things off again.
“Don’t,” she warns me, and I glance at her face, still surprised by how easily she can read me. “When I get back, we’ll be in action stations, okay? We have a very small window between Zoey getting home and leaving for the airport, so I need you to help me get everyone organized.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I sit up, trying to get a smile out of her, but she’s too busy clasping her bra and looking away from me.
“So, Olly needs to be picked up at two. Cole and Logan are biking home, so you don’t need to worry about them, and Zoey’s catching the bus.
While I’m at the gym, I need you to finish packing our bags for this weekend.
I got the kids to pack last night, but can you please double-check all their gear?
I guarantee Logan’s forgotten his toothbrush, and if Olly has packed underwear and pajamas, it’ll be a miracle, so his entire bag will need checking. ”
I nod. “Yep, I can do that.”
“Make sure he hasn’t tried to sneak in his entire Avengers action figure collection, will you? I told him three max.”
“Got it.”
“And the Christmas presents are hidden in the garage—you know, my secret spot? So if you could smuggle those into the back of the car before the kids get home, that’d be awesome. Oh, and don’t forget Satch’s birthday present. It’s in a pink bag at the bottom of the stairs.”
“Will do.”
She spins around, tying her hair into a ponytail and giving me a brief smile.
“I’ll sort out the food when I get home.
We can throw that into the cooler and hit the road as soon as everyone is ready to go.
It’ll be a tight turnaround, so we’ll need to stay on top of the kids.
They have to get home, get changed, grab any last-minute items they want for the plane, and then we’re gone. ”
“Cool. And how long will you be?”
“My session is an hour, sometimes an hour and a half, so…” She checks her watch. “Depending on traffic, I should be home by two forty-five. Just after you and Olly.”
I nod, winking at her. “You’re looking hot, Mrs. Donohue.”
She blushes, dipping her hip for a playful second before heading for the door.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I jump off the bed, still butt naked, and grab her wrist, pulling her against me for a heated goodbye kiss.
She giggles into my mouth, swiping her tongue against mine before pulling back. “You’re gonna make me late.”
“Maybe I should come with you.”
“No, I need you to stay here and do all that stuff I just said.” She eyes me, her eyebrows wrinkling. “You will get all that done, right?”
“Yes,” I promise, smiling down at her pretty face.
She flashes me a brief grin, then wriggles out of my arms and heads for the door.
I listen to her jogging down the stairs and stay in my spot as the distant sound of the garage door whirring reaches me.
Yeah, something is definitely off.
I can feel it.
Sure, she’s still smiling at me, kissing me, making love to me… but something’s eating at her, and it’s hard not to think it’s me.
Maybe it’s something I’ve done.
Or something I haven’t done.
Shit, I don’t know.
I get that she’s made a lot of sacrifices for me. My career has kind of been front and center of our marriage, and she’s supported me every step of the way. I love her for that.
But have I missed something?
Have I not been paying close enough attention?
Maybe small cracks appeared years ago and I just didn’t notice them, and now they’re turning into giant fissures that will be impossible to fix.
“Fuck, no. Do not think like that, man,” I growl at myself, spinning around and stalking to the bathroom.
I take a quick shower, scrubbing my body clean and washing my hair while I mull over my marriage and how I might have fucked it up.
Am I overreacting?
Maybe everything’s fine and I’m just being paranoid.
Shit. I can’t wait to get to this Football Frat Christmas so I can talk it over with the guys. Maybe they’ll have some insights my clueless ass is unaware of.
I couldn’t talk to them about it last time I saw them, because… well, a funeral isn’t exactly the place you open up about this stuff.
We were there for Carson, and it had to be all about him.
It’ll be good to catch up with the guy again this weekend, find out how he’s doing after all that shit went down.
Damn, I miss my brothers.
It’s gonna be good to see them. I need their advice, their company. I just need to be around my favorite people for a while. Maybe they can help me figure out what’s going on with my home life… and how I can get to the bottom of what’s bugging my wife.