Page 189 of Music City Diaries

“Hmm, I have missed my grumpy ginger.”

I scowled. “I’m not grumpy.”

“Sure.” She patted my cheek, much like Hannah had earlier. I caught her hand and pulled her closer. Her breath caught, and she fell onto my chest, her breasts pressing into my body.

“Do you want to hear my plans, or would you rather tease me all night?”

“All night, eh?”

“Your sassy mouth has only gotten sassier.”

“Probably from all the cock.”

Snorting, I brushed her hair back. “I love everything about you.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

“I couldn’t imagine it any other way, baby.”

“Show me,” she purred, lifting her shirt over her head and revealing her breasts to the night air.

“Gladly.” Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked. My hands gripped her backside, and I pulled her closer. Darcie moaned, her legs straddling my lap. Her flimsy sleep shorts provided me with the perfect access. Slipping one hand inside, I stroked my finger across her clit. Her back arched, bringing her nipple closer to me. Swirling around her wetness, I rubbed between her folds before arching my finger inside.

Darcie’s moan deepened as I plunged into her, my mouth continuing its torture on her nipples. I alternated between them, biting, licking, and blowing cool air. She swiveled her hips, riding my thick digit. Sometimes, the battle between feeling her wrapped around me or watching her chase her pleasure was a hard one. Tonight was one of those nights.

“More, Waylon. I need more,” she whimpered, deciding for me.

I pulled my fingers from her wet pussy and licked them. Darcie’s pupils dilated, and she lunged forward, unzipping my jeans and releasing my cock. Her hand wrapped around it, squeezing it hard and sending pleasure racing up my spine.

“Damn, baby,” I cursed, reaching for her. She came easily, smirking as I yanked down her shorts and lifted her so she could ride me. Full of sexual confidence, Darcie sank down onto me and took the length of me in one motion.

“Yes,” she moaned, rocking forward.

I locked my hands on her hips, letting her direct the tempo. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and I wasmesmerized as I gazed over her. I always struggled with where to stare—her eyes, her breasts, or the junction of our bodies. All in all, my wife was a goddess, and I couldn’t lose wherever my gaze landed.

“Fuck, Queen.”

She smiled lovingly when I referred to her as such. She didn’t often get to don her MC name anymore, but she hadn’t stopped being the queen in our lives. She just ruled a different kingdom these days.

“Yes, yes, yes. Ahh, I’m coming,” she shouted. Her head dropped back, and she tightened her hold on me, her nails digging into my arms. The feel of her pussy spasming was all it took for me to lose my edge of control.

“Fuck.” With one last thrust up, I spilled into her as my balls emptied themselves. Darcie fell onto my chest, her head nestling beneath my chin. We lay there in the twinkling lights as we caught our breath, the sounds of the bullfrogs loud in the distance.

“I think this is my favorite place now.” She sighed.

“Good. You deserve a proper throne, Queen.”

She lifted her head, beaming at me. “I do. Don’t I?”

Laughing, we cleaned our mess and redressed. It was tempting to stay out there all night, but the kids would wake up and wonder where we were in the morning, and I loved waking to their smiling faces.

I once believed my life was set with my two brothers, the tattoo shop, and my bike. I fought against my attraction to Darcie, believing I wasn’t good for her. Thankfully, she hadn’t let me get away with it and pushed all my buttons until I admitted how much I wanted her… needed her. And now, I had more than I ever imagined possible.

Grayson

My plan had been simple:distract everyone with family and kids, and then I could steal my wife away for some private time. Except every time I went to grab her, I was intercepted.

“Dada,” Hannah mumbled, her arms reaching for me. Lifting her, I kissed her face and tickled her sides.

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