Page 95 of Hidden Truths

“Birthday girl is coming!” Jo shouts. Everyone turns to watch as my wife carries our daughter into the backyard. Millie and my dad follow closely behind them, but I only have eyes for my girls. Harlow, Cora, and me are all in pink shirts that Harlow painted black ovals on, and green shorts. She thought it was going to be a fight to get me to wear it. One day, that woman is going to realize I would give her anything she asks for.

They make their way to me, and I put my hand on Harlow’s waist, pulling her to me and kissing her lips and then Cora’s head.

Fuck. I’m one lucky asshole.

“I’m exhausted,” Harlow says, flinging herself on the couch and wincing.

I hold my tongue. The party was a lot, and I’m not entirely sure Harlow was supposed to be holding Cora, but telling her otherwise would have been very dangerous for my health. Instead, I move her legs and sit under them, take her sandals off, and rub her feet.

“Oh. Oh god, Cal. Keep doing that,” she moans and throws her arm over her eyes.

“You need to stop making those noises, Firecracker,” I groan, and readjust myself.

“I can’t help it. It feels so good,” she says and gasps when I press my knuckle into her heel.

“Harlow,” I warn.

“Right there, Cal!” she screams. I know what she’s doing. She’s technically able to have sex. I was there when she asked the doctor. But I’ve been too worried about hurting her.

“Fuck it,” I mutter and make quick work of removing her shorts and panties.

“Finally,” she says, reaching for me.

“I’m going to eat your sweet pussy and that’s it,” I say, and she pouts. “That’s all you’re getting for now, baby. I can’t hurt you. I won’t.”

“You won’t hurt me, Cal.”

“You’re sore from the party and don’t pretend you aren’t. Let me take care of you,” I whisper, kissing my way from her foot all the way up her leg until I’m close to where she wants me.

“Okay,” she says on a breath, arching her back, trying to get closer to my mouth.

“So impatient,” I say, kissing everywhere except where she wants me to.

“Callahan, if you don’t put your mouth on my clit right now, I’ll be taking care of myself,” Harlow huffs. She’s adorable when she’s frustrated.

I pause, considering my options.

“And I won’t let you watch,” she adds, knowing exactly where my thoughts just went. So I do as she asks and suck on her clit, earning me a moan.

I lick and suck until she’s panting and begging for more. She tangles my hair in her hands and grinds against my mouth.

“Cal, I need more. Please,” she whimpers. I insert two fingers and watch her face as she moans. “Make me come, husband.”

I growl into her soaking wet pussy. She knows exactly what it does to me when she calls me husband. I suck her clit back into my mouth and curl my fingers. She comes on a cry, pulling my hair so hard it hurts, but I don’t care. Having my wife fall apart on my face is one of the best things I could ever experience.

Once Harlow releases her death grip on my hair, I crawl up her body, being careful to keep my weight off her and kiss her. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you too,” she says, taking my hand in hers. “We need to get rings.”

“Oh, I bought you a ring, baby. I had it custom made. It just isn’t done yet.” We’re wearing the cheap bands we got when we got married, but we definitely need upgrades if the green circle underneath them is any indication.

Harlow frowns. “How do you feel about tattooing your finger?”

I snort. My Firecracker is a jealous woman, and I fucking love it. “I’ll tattoo your name across my forehead if you want me to.”

“Your finger is fine. I like your face too much to mar it like that.”

“I’ll make an appointment tomorrow,” I tell her, getting to my feet and picking her up in my arms.

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