Page 78 of Interception

I pour myself into a cab and head home, more than ready to crawl into bed next to Zee. I shoot her a quick text to let her know I’m on my way. It’s later than I thought, but unfortunately, I know she’ll be awake. We can’t seem to get the boys to realize that the middle of the night isn’t party time.

When the cab pulls up in our driveway, I’m already regretting my decision to drink tonight. Drinking makes me horny, and my wife makes me horny, but she has yet to invite me back to the promised land. I guess I’ll crack one off in the bathroom before I go to sleep. My balls fucking ache. I really need the release, even if it’s an unsatisfactory one.

The lights are out as I creep inside, but I can hear Zee humming gently through the baby monitor. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator, take two aspirin and head back to our bedroom.

I stand in the doorway, watching her as she settles Aiden in his crib. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey, champ. Did you have a good night?”

“It was okay. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you, too.” She takes my hand and leads me out into the living room. “I don’t want to wake them. When you drink, you can’t control the volume of your voice. It’s cute, but if you wake the babies, I’ll have to throat punch you.”

“You think I’m cute?” My head is swimming. It’s been too long since I had any hard liquor. I knew it was a bad idea.

“You’re okay.” She winks at me.

“God, you’re sexy.”

“Now I know you’re drunk.”

I grab her hand as she moves to start folding the never-ending pile of laundry. “Don’t do that. Don’t put yourself down. You’ve been doing it since you fell pregnant.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“That was half-hearted. You know I’m right. It’s been lights-out sex since you started to show. And now, you won’t let me anywhere near you.”

“I have baby spit-up in my hair, and I live in sweatpants. It’s not exactly sexy.”

“You’re sexy to me, spit-up and all.”

“That’s the booze talking.”

“Answer me this… have we not had sex because you’re still healing, or is that just what you’re telling yourself because you have some crazy notion that I don’t find you attractive anymore?”

Her gaze drops to the floor, telling me everything I need to know. “Does it matter?”

“Fuck yes, it matters. If you still need time to heal, then I’m fine to crack one out in my morning shower until you’re ready. If it’s because you think you’re not sexy, then I have a real fucking problem with that, Zee.”

“You won’t like what you see. I have stretch marks, and I haven’t lost all the baby weight. God, I don’t like seeing myself in the mirror.” Now she’s just pissing me off. I stride over to her, backing her against the wall, bracing my arms on either side of her.

“When are you going to realize that I’m so in love with you I can barely breathe? I’m not some shallow prick who can’t see past a few stretch marks. I’m the father of your kids, and I love every last inch of you. Those stretch marks are hot as fuck.”

“Be serious, Coop. You’ve been drinking, so I reckon you’re talking with your cock.”

“My cock adores you. That’s no secret.” I kiss her neck with featherlight caresses, and I love hearing her breath catch in response—she’s aroused, whether she wants to admit it or not.

“Will you even remember this in the morning?”

“I remember every time I’ve seduced you. Every time I’ve worshiped your body with mine.”

“What if it doesn’t feel the same? I don’t want you to be disappointed.” She drops her head on my shoulder.

“I could never be disappointed by you. Every curve of your body turns me on. I’m in love with your stretch marks because they are a testament to the fact that you gave birth to our sons. I’m in awe of everything about you. When are you going to understand?” I slide my hand down the side of her body, the curve of her full breasts making me hard as steel.

“I’m scared.”

“I’ve got you. Tell me you’re not turned on right now, and I’ll walk away.”

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