Page 73 of Absolution

3 Months Later

Being home with my family is a feeling that I don’t think will ever grow old. In all my years of living alone after my sister’s death, this felt right. Ginny was my home for so many years, and in her death, a piece of me died with her. The guilt that I felt had been washed away, and over time replaced with Ricca and Asher’s happiness.

The transition here for Asher was tough at first. Much like my sister, he was reserved. He didn’t want to play with the other kids running around the club, and preferred to be alone. Until Wes and Colt, Darcy’s boys, finally found common ground with them. After that day, they were inseparable. And trouble all at the same time. Jagger’s personality ran wild in his boys, and adding in a bit of Ricca in Asher, and you had a volatile mix. The mischief was only yet to come for our families.

Peering in on my sleeping wife in our bed, I smile. The dreams and nightmares that had haunted her for years drifted away, and she was finally sleeping through the night. Her panic attacks still happened from time to time, but they, too, were beginning to fade.

I listen down the hallway, and find the house still quiet. Asher sleeps like the dead, but he’s an early riser. If I was going to make my move on my wife without interruption, it had to be now. I missed having her all to myself, and this may be my only chance today.

I quietly pad to the dip, and try to get in without waking her, but I fail miserably. Her eyes snap open and lock onto mine as soon as my weight shifts the mattress.

“Good morning, Siren,” I whisper to her placing a kiss on her lips.

She returns the greeting, and stretches her muscles. Her smile beams in the early morning rays, peeking into the room through the blinds.

My finger traces her exposed collarbone and travels down to her breast. Her nipples pebble as my thumb brushes against them lightly.

“What are you doing?” she giggles, trying to pull the covers back over her naked body. One of the best things she adapted to in our marriage was the rule of no clothes in our bed with the doors securely locked. With Asher in the house, I need to take all the chances I could get to fuck my wife. This just eliminated one of the steps.

“Can’t a man love his woman?” I tease back.

“What about Asher?” she protests.

“The kid is out cold in his room. And before you ask, yes, I locked the door. I need you, Siren.”

She smiles at my candid request and rolls onto her side. Her tiny hand shifts underneath the blanket and wraps around my already hard cock.

“Mmm,” she moans as she strokes me. “You’re so hard already.”

“Siren, I am always hard when you’re around. The damn thing always salutes whenever you walk into a room. You’re like a homing beacon to my cock.”

She giggles at my confession, and strokes me harder. My head falls back enjoying the sensation of her hand pumping me. The scent of her sex fills my nostrils, and I know that she’s already wet for me. My lips dip to her exposed neck, and she shudders as I lick and nip her collarbone. I can feel her pulse quicken underneath my mouth as I tease her favorite spot. Why kissing her collarbone turns her on so much, I will never know, but if that’s what gets her motor running, I’ll do it.

She turns to look at me with my erect cock still in her hand, and bites her lip.

“Touch me, please,” she asks sweetly.

She adjusts her body, half rolling onto her back, and invites me to touch her. Not that I needed an invitation to touch my wife, but she likes to try to hold the power in the bedroom. And of course, I always let her.

My hand slips underneath the sheet covering her lower half, and she shivers as I graze her cleanly shaven pussy. The soft skin glides with my touch, the wetness spilling out of her. She softly moans at my touch, and I slide a finger inside. Her clit is a hard, swollen nub of arousal, and I circle it once. Her soft moans turn louder, and her pelvis begins to move against my hand. I dip a finger lower and penetrate her. Her walls clench around me, and her hips increase their speed.

She’s as worked up as I am. Living with Asher had come with unexpected challenges, and finding time for things like this were becoming fewer and farther in between. I had to make a point of sneaking off on my lunch hour from the security firm, when I could to catch her alone. Who needs food when I have her to feast on?

“Just like that,” she moans. “Don’t move your fucking hand.”

“So demanding, Siren.”

She growls at me when I disobey her, but arguing isn’t on the menu right now. As much as I want to draw this out, I can hear Asher stirring in the room next door. If I don’t speed this up, my cock will be screaming at me for the rest of the day in protest.

“Hey, I said not to move,” she protests as I pull her body across mine. Her perfect fucking pussy sits across my groin, and my aching dick can feel her wetness straddling him.

“And?” I rebut. “You’d rather my hand make you cum over my dick. Siren, I am shocked,” I pretend to gasp.

“Asshole,” she fires back, smacking me in the chest. “I was so close.”

“I can do better than close, wife.”

“Oh?” she challenges me. I shift beneath her, and press my dick into her wetness, reminding her of what she nearly missed out on. My hands grasp her hips and angle her apex at my cock. Her hands fall from the tops of her thighs, and helps guide me inside of her. I’m not sure what it is about watching her take control and putting my cock inside of her cunt, but it is the hottest fucking thing on this planet. It’s weird, but it’s my kind of weird.

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