Page 42 of Always Us

“That’s my fault.” I look into her gorgeous green eyes. “I’m going to give you more, starting today.”

“What’s gotten into you? Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Because I love you. And I love being with you and I love our life together. It puts me in a good mood. That’s all.”

“I know, but your grandfather—”

“Jade, stop. I don’t want to talk about it. And I’m not going to cry about it or be depressed about it.”

“But he might not make it.” She says it softly and her head drops down.

“Jade.” I lift her chin up. “I know you expect me to be more upset about this, but honestly, I wasn’t that close to my grandfather. He and I never got along. He treated my dad like shit and he treated me almost as bad, and he never accepted my mom.” I wasn’t going to tell her all that, but I feel like I need to explain this somehow or she’ll keep expecting me to be sad.

She nods. “Okay. I understand.”

“Good. Now can we go back to what we were doing?”

“Which was what?” She smiles and bites her bottom lip, which is sexy as hell.

“Getting you naked.” I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom. I set her down and pull her sweater over her head, then flick open the clasp of her bra. She tosses it on the floor and gets to work on my jeans. Our mouths crash together as we continue to undress our lower halves.

We’re both hot for each other so it’s not going to be the slow, gentle sex like we had yesterday. That was great and I loved it, but right now I’m too turned on to take this slow. And so is Jade.

As I lower her to the bed, she yells, “Chocolate chip pancakes!”

I stop for a moment. “What?”

“I want chocolate chip pancakes.” She whispers it this time and I realize what she’s asking for. She’s just too embarrassed to say it. I love my sweet and innocent Jade, but I wouldn’t mind if sometimes she just came out and told me what she wants me to do to her. I’d find it totally hot.

“Say it, Jade,” I hover over her as she lies on the bed.

“I already did.” She’s blushing. She really needs to stop being embarrassed about this stuff. We’re married. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

“Tell me what you want.” I smile, and as she opens her mouth to speak, I put my finger to her lips and say, “And don’t mention pancakes.”

She turns her head and nods toward the wall. “I want to do it over there.”

I’m still smiling. “And what exactly do you want to do over there?”

“Have sex?”

“What’s with the question? You’re not sure?”

She rolls her eyes, smiling. “No. I’m sure.” She pushes on my chest. “Come on. Hurry up.”

I lift her up from the bed, her legs around me, her arms around my neck. I take her to the wall and push inside her. She arches back, putting her breasts on display as she takes a fist of my hair and holds on. I pump in and out, hard and fast, my hands gripping her tight round ass. It’s freaking hot, and I have to work hard to hold myself back until I know she’s satisfied. When she is, I get a firm grip on her and finish up myself.

As I lower her to the floor, I kiss her softly on the lips. “You ready to go buy a tree?”

She laughs. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“We have this hot, wild, crazy sex and then you just go back to normal, like it never happened.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing. It’s just funny. It makes me laugh.”

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