Page 52 of Broken Promises

“Dec,” Willa whines.

“I’ve got you, Princess.”

I descend on her in earnest, sucking her clit and teasing it with my teeth. She grinds against me, trying to get more friction.

“I want you. Baby, please,” she moans. I practically growl when she calls me baby. I didn’t think I liked that, but from her lips, it’s fucking everything.

I slip two fingers inside her, curling them towards me. I know I find the right spot when the noise she makes gets louder and deeper.

“Right there, Dec. Fuck. Right there,” she mumbles with her eyes shut and head thrown back. I suck on her clit hard and then she’s coming, screaming my name and pulsing around my fingers. I lick her through it until she’s sensitive and pushing me away.

Willa runs her hands through my hair and pulls me towards her, kisses my mouth that’s slick with her arousal and moans at the taste.

“Princess,” I murmur as I pull away. My knees are throbbing so badly, they killed my hard on. “Can you get two bags of ice and the athletic tape?”

Willa’s eyes go wide as she jumps off the couch. “Shit, baby. Your knees.” She throws my jersey on and runs upstairs.

“Willa? The ice is down here!” I yell to her, gingerly pulling myself onto the couch and arranging my body so that my back is leaning on the arm and my legs are elevated.

Willa is running back down the stairs and into the kitchen. I hear her curse while rummaging in the freezer. She reappears a few minutes later with two bags of ice, two cloth bandages and a pair of my basketball shorts. That at least explains what she went upstairs for.

“I couldn’t find the tape. Will these work?” she asks, holding up the bandages.

I stand slowly and take my suit off. Willa helps me get my shoes off and my shorts on before making me sit back down on the couch and wrapping the ice in the bandages around my knees.

“I could’ve ridden you and this wouldn’t have happened,” Willa says, crawling between my legs and settling her head on my chest.

I laugh. “I told you, Princess. You’re not ready yet.” My dick, however, is taking notice of my wife wearing my jersey. Only my jersey. I know she feels me harden underneath her when she snorts. “Ignore that.”

She wiggles, causing me to groan. Willa slides down my body and pulls at the waistband of my shorts.

“Princess,” I warn.

“Let me take care of you.” She looks at me and bites her bottom lip. I lift my hips, letting her pull my shorts down.

“Holy shit, baby,” she says when she sees the size of me. My dick twitches. Willa smiles when she looks up at me. “You like when I call you baby?” she asks. My dick twitches again. Her smile turns sultry as she lowers her mouth to my cock.

Willa licks from my balls all the way to the tip without breaking eye contact. I almost come from that alone. “Take me in your mouth, Princess.”

She does as I ask, sucking gently on the head before taking me to the back of her throat. “Fucking Christ!” I yell, my hips thrusting up of their accord. “Willa, holy fuck.” She pulls all the way off and then takes me to the back of her throat again, but this time she swallows. I moan louder than I ever have in my life. I can feel how wide my eyes are from shock or pleasure, I’m not sure which. She does the same thing two more times, and I’m done for. I never stood a fucking chance.

Willa swallows everything I give her and then licks her lips like she just had a tasty snack. I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. My jaw is hanging open, and I’m staring at my wife like she’s the perfect surprise. Willa gently pushes my jaw shut with her finger and kisses my cheek. Then she helps me get my shorts back up. I haven’t been able to utter a single word.

“I don’t have a gag reflex,” she says as she pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and throws it over us.

“Yeah, I’ll say,” I manage, my voice hoarse. She leans in and kisses me. It’s slow and sweet, but dirty as fuck with the taste of me on her tongue. She snuggles into me, and I wrap her tightly in my arms. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

I’m so fucking in love with this woman.

TWENTY-SEVEN

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I forcedDeclan to make an appointment with his physical therapist before his morning practice. I watched him try to walk around the house this morning looking like the tin man searching for his oil can. I’m glad I did too. The physical therapist wouldn’t let him practice, which he would’ve pushed through and hurt himself more. She said he just needs to rest today, and he can be back on the ice tomorrow.

“Driving isn’t going to bother my knees, Princess,” Declan says, trying to take the keys from my hand. I snatch them away and glare at him.

“Yes, it will. You can stretch out in the back while I drive.” I hop in the driver’s seat of Cal’s massive SUV and adjust the seat so I can reach the pedals. The man has one child and now he drives a car with a third row and every added safety feature that exists. Maverick’s and Declan’s cars only have two seats and mine is too small to comfortably fit two large men, so we’re borrowing Cal’s.

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