Page 80 of The Sweet Spot

“Morning sex is a lot of fun,” Gracie announces with such a dreamy look on her face, I have to stop and stare. “How much sex were you and the god of war having in the room next to mine? I just have to ask.”

“So much sex.” She puts her finger up to her lips, like it’s a secret, and Lindy pushes her out of the way and moves in front of me.

“Oh, young padawan. Welcome to motherhood, where you get it in whenever you can, wherever you can. You’re going to learn to get creative really quickly now. My advice for a good marriage is that communication is key. If you think you guys are talking enough, talk some more. There can never be too much communication or too much sex. Plenty of sex is the other part of the advice. Get it in as much as possible. It doesn’t always have to take hours either.” I can’t stop laughing as Kenzie turns a little green. “Oh, and drop to your knees every now and then. They fucking love that.”

“Too far, Lindy. Too damn far.” Kenzie shakes with laughter. “I missed you guys so much. I’m so jealous that you’re all so in love and having great sex.”

Lindy hugs her. “One day, you’ll have great sex too, Kenz.”

“Will it happen before I’m thirty?” she moans, and Lindy shrugs.

“Find a hot doctor and jump his bones in the on-call room like they do in Grey’s Anatomy,” Everly adds.

“It’s not like that,” Kenzie tells us and wraps her arm around my waist. “Let’s have a slumber party like we used too.”

“I call dibs on the bed.” Lindy links her arm around Kenzie’s waist, and the twins do the same thing on the other side of me.

“I love you ladies,” I tell them all. “Thank you for being my family.”

“Soulmates,” Gracie says.

“Soulmates,” I agree.

And at three a.m., when I can’t sleep because five grown women in one bed is four too many, I find myself knocking on my husband’s door.

It takes him a hot minute to get the door open. And when he does, he’s shirtless with just a pair of black boxer briefs covering his very impressive body, and I’m reminded of one of the many reasons I love this man. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He shuts the door behind us and presses me up against it. “I thought we weren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding. Isn’t it bad luck?” he growls as he licks inside my mouth, setting every inch of my body on fire.

“Yeah well, I’m supposed to be a virgin too. Let’s not get caught up in what we’re supposed to do, husband.” I grind down against his beautifully hard cock and moan. “Lock the door in case Kennedy comes looking for you,” I murmur against his lips and shove his boxers down with my feet as he locks the door and crosses the room.

Deacon sits down on the bed and runs his hands up my legs, dragging up the long white cotton nightgown I just bought with his hands. “I like this, baby. It’s all sweet and innocent.”

He doesn’t take it off me, just finds the strings of my lace panties and rips them from my body.

So fucking hot.

Deacon’s mouth is hot and firm, and it’s everywhere.

My neck. My shoulders. My ears.

“What do you want, wife?” he growls before biting down on my earlobe.

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his dick and pump him. “I want to come on your cock, husband.”

“You want it slow and sweet, baby?” He runs a finger through my sex and around my clit before he plunges it inside me.

“No,” I cry out at the invasion. “I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast. Make me come, then hold me while I sleep.”

He pulls out and plunges two fingers deep inside me, curling them and scraping that rough patch only he’s ever found, and I throw my head back and moan. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Give me one now, Brynn.” He takes my breast in his mouth and bites down on my nipple as he repeats that incredible thing he does with his fingers, and that’s all it takes. I come fast and hard and so damn much, I’m surprised his hand doesn’t cramp while he works me through my first orgasm.

“That’s one, baby.” He lifts me from his lap, then lays me down on the bed and tugs my nightgown off me, then kicks his boxer briefs off and drags me to the edge of the bed. “This is going to be two, Mrs. Kane.”

He drops to his fucking knees for me and spreads my pussy. One finger runs through my drenched sex, and I squirm and bend my knees and plant my feet flat against the bed. “Deacon...”

“Patience, Brynn. I’m going to give you what you need. But I’m taking what I want first.” He kisses his way up the inside of my thigh, leaving goosebumps all over my flesh. He throws my legs over his shoulder, leaving me at his mercy, and pulls my ass right up to the edge of the bed before he finally... finally, drags his tongue up the length of my pussy, then sucks my clit between his lips.

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