Page 30 of The Sin of True Love

“Sweetie, what are you doing up? It’s night-night time.”

“My window is still open, and it’s cold,” she says. Her voice still melts my heart whenever she speaks. “Can you close it for me?”

“Of course I can, sweetie.” I smile.

I go up the stairs, take her hand, and walk her back down the hall to her bedroom. It is colder than it should be, so I go over to her window, which has been left open a crack, and close it. Then I help her into bed and tuck her in.

“There we go. All better?” She nods. I lean in and give her a kiss on the forehead. “Great. Now it’s bedtime. Don’t let me catch you up here with a flashlight reading all night, okay?”

I make my silly monster face at her, which always gets a laugh, and she nods innocently back at me.

“Love you, honey.”

“Love you, Daddy.”

I squeeze her hand and leave her door partially cracked before heading back downstairs to find Rodney, Dave, and Chris all sitting in the main combination living and dining room that overlooks the woods. Rodney’s girlfriend, Sasha, is with him. And Dave’s wife, Tina, is seated beside him.

“Is she okay?” Michelle asks as I enter the room.

I nod. “She was cold.” I turn to our guests and grab a glass of wine that’s clearly been left out for me from the table and raise it high into the air. “Well hello, everybody! Welcome to our house-is-finally-finished party!”

Everyone laughs and claps.

Dave raises his glass. “You couldn’t have done it without us!”

I smirk and flip him the bird. “You know what, Dave? You’re right. Speaking of which, I just have to say, that without you guys taking a chance and coming with me to my company–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chris interrupts. “Enough of this sappy crap. I’m starving. Where’s the grub?”

Everyone cracks up, and I sigh, actually relieved I don’t have to make the speech I’ve been mulling over in my head all day.

“The kitchen. We had like three hundred dollars of Vietnamese delivered, and there’s gelato in the freezer. Come on. Let’s feast!”

The evening’s festivities go even better than Michelle or I could have planned. Everyone has a fantastic time. At first, Michelle and Sasha didn’t quite hit it off, and it’s taken them a while to warm up to each other. But by the end of the night, they’re both laughing and telling jokes over their raspberry truffle gelato.

The boys and I are recounting our worst days on our worst jobs back when we first started working construction, but the whole night, I’m eyeing my wife like a guy at a bar who is entranced by a woman he’s just seen for the very first time.

Even now she entrances me. Even now her beauty shocks me. Every morning when I wake up beside her, I think to myself, “I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”

Finally, once everyone has cleared out, she and I stand together at the wall of glass in our bedroom, looking out over the woods and staring out into the darkness. The sky is filled with stars, and out here away from town, it’s like an ocean of twinkling speckles of light.

“You remember what you said that night when we stayed in the cabin?” I ask, holding her in my arms.

“When we slept in a sleeping bag on the floor?” She giggles, slightly tipsy from tonight’s revels.

“That’s the one,” I chuckle.

“I said that I wouldn’t need a house much bigger than that one to be happy. As long as I was with you.”

I thread a hand through her hair, then hook the straps of her dress over each of her shoulders, letting it fall past her breasts.

“Well I guess we made that happen, didn’t we?”

She turns in my embrace and looks up at me, swaying her hips as she continues to slip out of her dress. I watch as it drops to the floor, exposing her fully naked body. So pristine. So perfect.

I’m hard in an instant and kissing her hungrily as she goes to work on getting me out of my pants.

“I love you so much,” I growl as my cock breaks free and my jeans drop to the floor.

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