Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
brOOKS
All I can think about is the fact that my wife is at home, doing normal everyday things, and I can’t be there with her because I’m at work.
Yeah, I’m a sap. But fuck, I lived without Juliet for fifteen years, and now that I have her back, nothing is better than being with her, even if it’s just to watch her read, or if we’re cleaning the house together.
Normal shit is sexy on my girl.
I love that she’s taking the rest of the day off for herself. Jules is as dedicated to her business as I am to mine, and she puts in long fucking hours. Her work ethic is one of the things that I’ve grown to respect and appreciate the most.
But today, she’s at home, and I’m stuck at work. Normally, I look forward to being at the garage with the guys, but not today.
“Why are you glaring at that manifold?” Gabe asks me.
“I’m going home.”
His eyebrows climb in surprise. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. I just need to go home. There’s nothing here that can’t wait for tomorrow.”
“I’ve got things here,” Gabe agrees. “I’ll see you later. Let me know if you need anything.”
I nod, wash my hands, and then check the time. It’s late afternoon now and rainy outside. The perfect time to strip my wife down and bury myself inside her.
With that goal in mind, I drive home. The storm is a doozy, with thunder and lightning and a shit ton of rain, so I drive slower than normal.
When I walk through the back door, I take a deep breath and grin. I missed Juliet’s candles. She used to burn this same one all the time when we were younger, and it seems that hasn’t changed. It smells … clean. I have no idea what it’s called, but it’s so her.
The washer and dryer are both running in the mudroom as I kick off my boots, and with a grin, I walk through and see the lit candle on the island.
The house is quiet, except for the sound of the rain and the storm outside because she’s opened all the windows.
It’s chilly, but it smells and sounds fucking awesome.
And then I spot her.
My girl is on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. She’s not reading. Her book lies next to her, unopened. She’s watching the rain, her hands wringing in her lap.
And when I narrow my eyes on her face, I can see that she’s pale. Her eyes are glassy, as if she’s caught in a memory.
Or a nightmare.
“Baby,” I whisper, not wanting to startle her. But she doesn’t respond to me.
Fuck. What am I supposed to do? If I scare her, she’ll freak out.
“Jules,” I say just a little louder, and this time, she blinks, then looks over at me, and presses her lips together in a grim line. “What’s wrong, my love?”
I cross to her and squat down on my haunches, reaching up to brush a tear from under her eye. Her lower lip quivers, but she swallows hard and shrugs a shoulder.
“Just memories, I guess.”
“Of?”
She shakes her head, and her gorgeous blue eyes meet mine. “Just bad shit that you don’t want to know about. Trust me. It’s the rain. The car accident happened in the rain.”
Well, shit.
“You wanna know what sucks the most?” Another tear falls as she asks me the question, and I nod in response.
“Yeah, Wildfire. I wanna know.”
“I love storms. You know that.”
I nod again and brush her soft hair back from her face. “I know you do.”
“But now he’s ruined it for me. I was going to sit here and enjoy the storm and read my book, and all I could do was remember that horrible day, and—”
“Okay, take a breath for me, baby.” I cup her sweet face in my hands. “Deep breath in for me.”
She takes that breath and slowly lets it out.
“We’re not letting him ruin one more thing for you. Never again. So come on.” I take her hand and pull her to her feet, then kiss her pillowy lips, sinking into her. She whimpers, leaning into me, as if she’s soaking in my strength.
“I’m so glad you came home early.”
I grin against her lips and pull away.
“Me, too. Now, let’s grab your candle and go out back on the patio.”
With her hand in mine, I lead us to the kitchen, where I carefully pick up her candle. She opens the door for us, and we walk out to the covered patio in the backyard. The rain is still coming down hard, pelting the metal roof above us as thunder booms between flashes of lightning.
“What are we doing?” she asks with a small smile. The color is already coming back to her cheeks.
After setting the candle on a little side table, I pull her to me for a big hug and kiss the top of her head.
“I’m going to fuck you out here in the rain.”
She looks up at me, her chin resting on my chest, and grins. “Oh really? Is this what you came home for?”
“Not necessarily.” My fingers ghost down her jawline. “I came home to be with you, no matter what that looks like. But I’ll be fucking damned if every time it rains, you’re thrust back into nightmares. No way. Now, be my good girl and take all your clothes off.”
“It’s not exactly hot outside today, Brooks.”
I lift an eyebrow, and her lips twist to hide a smile.
“I mean, yes, sir.”
Christ, that’s hot.
She starts to undress, and I flip on the outdoor gas fireplace, which springs to life. It’ll keep us warm enough for what I have planned.
When I turn around, she’s wiggling out of her pants and stands before me gloriously bare, her nipples already tight and begging for my mouth.
“I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know, maybe you should check for yourself.”
She bites her lip, and I narrow my eyes as I cross to her and slide my hand down her stomach and to her center.
“You’re fucking soaked.”
“I mean, you said the words, I’m going to fuck you, and that’s all it takes.”
I chuckle and bring my wet fingers to her lips, painting her own arousal over them before sliding them into her mouth, and she immediately closes her lips and sucks.
My cock strains against my jeans, but I don’t strip down and sink inside her the way I want to.
I need to take it slow.
But before I can move on to what’s next, she surprises me by wrapping her hands around my wrist and pulling my hand away, then lowering to her knees, her eyes pinned to mine.
Lightning flashes and then thunder booms around us, and her hands go to my pants.
“Jules—”
“Can we please start here?” she asks. “I know you’re in charge, but please?”
Christ, I couldn’t deny her anything, ever.
“If my girl wants to suck my cock, who am I to say no?”
She licks her lips and opens my jeans, then reaches inside my boxer briefs and takes out my already hard dick.
Juliet doesn’t hesitate. Her lips immediately wrap around the crown, and she licks the drop of precum out of the slit, making me groan.
“Eyes on me,” I murmur as I sink my hands into her hair and fist them there. “Do you want me to fuck your throat, Wildfire?”
She hums, her eyes smile, and Christ Jesus, I’m turned on.
“You want me to take control, baby?”
She nods, and that’s all the confirmation I need.
“If it gets to be too much, tap my leg.”
She hollows her cheeks and sucks a little harder, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I’m serious, Juliet. Tap out if it’s too much.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I am going to fuck the sass right out of you.”
My perfect wife wiggles with excitement, and I push into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.
“Relax your throat muscles, baby.” I pull back, so she has just the crown, and then I push in again.
I massage her jaw, encouraging her to relax, and soon, we find the perfect rhythm.
Her throat opens beautifully, and I start to fuck her harder, making tears form in her eyes and spill over the sides.
But she clenches onto my ass, pulling me into her, and after gripping her curls again, I guide her up and down on my shaft.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, your mouth is perfect. There is nothing better than pushing my dick down that tight little throat of yours.”
She gags a little, but then recovers, and I keep going, thrusting into her until the tingling starts in my spine, and then I pull out.
“No!”
“I’m not coming in your mouth.” I shake my head and pull her up from her knees as she wipes the spit off her chin. “I’m coming in your pussy, after you’ve made a fucking mess of my fingers first.”
I sit in one of the chairs, then tug her over me, and before she can sink down onto my cock, I push two fingers deep inside her wet cunt and grin when they clench around me.
“God, your pussy’s tight.”
“It’s so good.” She rests her forehead against mine, riding my fingers. “God, you always hit the right spot. I can’t stay like this. I’ll lose my balance.”
“Yes, you can.”
She shakes her head, but I press my thumb to her clit, and it’s my hands keeping her up as she shudders over me, coming so hard around my fingers, it’s a wonder they don’t break.
“Look at you. Christ, you’re the most beautiful thing. You’re dripping down my hand, baby.”
She shudders again, and before she collapses on me, I pull my hand out, then line my cock up against her entrance and push up inside her, making us both groan.
“Fuuuuck, you take me so well,” I growl against her lips. “So fucking perfect.”
“Brooks.”
“That’s right. I’m the one inside you, baby.” I take her face in one hand and kiss her softly as the other guides her up and down. “I want you to hear what I’m about to say to you.”
“I’m listening,” she whispers against my lips.
“A man’s job is to calm storms, not create them. Do you hear me?”
Tears fill her eyes, and she nods, watching me.
“I’m the calm in every fucking storm. Me. If you’re having a bad day, or a bad minute, or whatever, you let me help you. Because this—”
I surge up inside her, and she gasps.
“—is us. Do you hear the rain?”
“Yeah, I hear it.”
“This is what you think about when it rains, Wildfire.”
“How did I survive without you?” Her voice is broken as she collapses against me, her face in my neck. Her hips are still rocking. I’m buried so deep inside her, I don’t know where I end and she begins. “How, Brooks?”
“It doesn’t matter. The point is, we did survive, and we’re here now.”
“Thank fuck.”
I plant my hands on her ass and lift her, then guide her back down again, and she gasps.
“Now, I want you to come all over this dick, baby.”
She starts to move faster, harder, and when she leans back, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.
“God, yes,” she groans. “Shit, I’m gonna—”
“Do it.” My voice is so hard now, and it only makes her clench around me harder. “Fucking come for me, Juliet. Right the fuck now.”
Her orgasm rolls through her, pulls me with her, and we tumble over the edge together, gasping for breath, heaving, sweaty.
And when we start to come down the other side, I grip her chin in my fingers and pull her lips to mine.
“I love you, Wildfire.”
“I love you, too.”