Page 46 of The Devious Husband

I smirk as I reach around her and begin to draw lazy circles around her clit. “Not until you come for me, Kitten.”

She pants, soft little moans escaping her sexy lips as I push her closer to an orgasm while fucking her in the most excruciating shallow way. “Xavier,” she begs.

“Yes, my love?”

“Please.”

I smile and give her what she wants, my fingers moving faster, rougher. There’s nothing more thrilling than watching Sierra come for me and knowing I earned each and every one of those delicious moans.

Her legs begin to tremble, and I bite down on my lip as I push into her fully just as her pussy begins to contract, her body losing strength. I pull her against me and hold her up with my forearm against her stomach. She rests her head against my shoulder as I take her slowly, her breathing uneven and her eyes on me through the mirror. I’ve never experienced anything this intimate, and it’s messing with my mind, makes me feel things that can’t be real.

She tilts her head and kisses me, and just like that, she’s got me losing myself in her. I take her with hard, slow thrusts, and she moans against my mouth. “What are you doing to me?” I murmur against her mouth, certain she’s bewitched me.

Sierra smiles and reaches behind her, her hand wrapping into my hair as she brings my lips back to hers, demanding that I kiss her. I oblige happily, and the way she tangles her tongue with mine pushes me over the edge. She swallows down my moans and tightens her grip on my hair when I come, and it’s the most unreal experience. I’ll never get enough of her, not in a million years.

“We really are going to be late,” she tells me when I pull out of her, and I smile sheepishly. I’d better not tell her that my mother actually really hates it when I’m late. Instead, I just help my wife get cleaned up and dressed, taking every opportunity to touch her.

“Don’t forget this,” I murmur, slipping her wedding ring onto her finger. I hate that she rarely wears it, that I’m someone she wants to hide. Even if it’s only for tonight, I want to feel like she’s truly mine.

Sierra surprises me when she places her hand on my thigh as I drive us to the restaurant, and I grab her hand, entwining our fingers as I steal a glance at her. I’ve never wanted and feared something in equal parts, but that’s exactly how I feel about her. I’m terrified of fucking things up with her, but I also can’t let her go.

“You’re late,” Hunter says when we walk in, before reaching for my wife. I pull her back before he can hug her and glare at him, but she just laughs and pushes me aside to hug my brother.

“Hunter!” she says excitedly, and I watch the two of then through narrowed eyes. Much to my surprise, Sierra moves on to Elijah, and then Zach, before finally hugging Valeria tightly, treating them all like they’re her own siblings. I thought she’d be reserved around them, wary of our reputation, but instead, she’s treating them with unexpected kindness.

My heart feels a little funny as I watch her with my family, noting the way she seems to get a little nervous as she approaches Mom. “I’m so happy you’re here,” Mom says, grabbing her hand.

Sierra smiles shyly and holds up the small bag she brought. “It isn’t much, but I baked you some cookies for your birthday.”

Mom’s eyes widen, and she takes the bag carefully. “You did? For me?”

“I can see why you love her so much,” Dad says. I tense, unable to refute his words yet not quite ready to admit it either. “You look at her the way I look at your mother, Xavier. It’s okay to love her, you know? It’s okay to be happy.”

I keep trying to remind myself of that, but it’s near impossible to silence that little voice in my head that tells me that everything we have will disappear when she finally asks me the questions I know she has, and she’ll never look at me the same again.

Forty-One

Sierra

“Are you sure you don’t mind spending the evening with my grandmother?” I ask as we pull up in front of her house.

Xavier smiles and leans in, his lips brushing against mine. “I’m sure,” he murmurs, before threading his hand into my hair and kissing me. I melt against him, and he sighs as he drops his forehead to mine. “Actually,” he says. “I changed my mind. We should go home and spend the evening in bed.”

I laugh and pull back. “Absolutely not.”

He pouts as he follows me to Grandma’s front door, and I pause in front of it, turning back to face him. “Xavier,” I say hesitantly. “Grandma hasn’t said it outright, but every time I speak to her she makes it clear she’s pretty worried about us. I just wanted to ask if… well, um…”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” he promises instantly, placing his index finger underneath my chin. “I’ll pretend to be the perfect husband.”

I cup his face, our eyes locked. “You don’t need to pretend,” I whisper, letting the insinuation hang in the air between us. His eyes widen a fraction, and the vulnerability that crosses his face catches me off guard. I don’t want to look for things that aren’t there and drive myself crazy by reading too much into things, but maybe Raven was right, and I need to pay more attention to little cues, instead of focusing so much on everything he isn’t saying. “Come on,” I tell him, entwining our hands as we walk in and head straight for Grandma’s kitchen.

“Sierra, sweetheart,” Grandma says, grinning from ear to ear. She’s become so thin that she’s swimming in her beloved apron, and my heart wrenches painfully as I hug her. She’s never felt more fragile, and I’m acutely aware that my time with her is dwindling.

She sighs when I hug her a little too long, not wanting to let her go. “Shall we make some cookies?” she asks. “I’ve been wanting to teach Xavier my recipe.”

I pull back and stare at her, wide-eyed. “Him?” I ask, pointing at my husband. “You want to teach him when I’m the one that’s been begging to learn your recipe? What did he do to deserve that?”

She grins as she reaches for Xavier, and he gently brings her hand to his lips to kiss the back of her hand. “Are you doing okay?” she asks him, sounding concerned. “It must be hard to live with my granddaughter.”

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