Page 50 of His Vengeful Tradwife

I walked the kids to the car. I was in shorts and a T-shirt. Today was a day for weeding the garden, and soon I'd need to prepare the winter vegetables.

"Dad, would you think I was a batshit moron to take him back?" I asked once the kids were in the car.

He leaned back against the front door.

"Are you sure, honey?" he asked, his eyes kind and concerned.

There was a lump in my throat again.

"Yeah, dad, I'm pretty sure."

He looked a bit skeptical, his hands stroking his salt-and-pepper beard, but still pulled me into his arms. "I am behind you 100%. Your in-laws, however, might tell you very frankly that you can do better."

I laughed, wiping my eyes a bit. "I know I can. He was a bastard. He doesn't deny that. But I love that bastard."

Dad squeezed me tighter.

"I think he can come back from this," he said. "If you want him to. It's possible."

"Thank you," I said. "I love you."

"Love you too, Tallulah," Dad replied. "I'm so proud of you and will support whatever choice you make. I'll take the kids out for ice cream on the way home. Want me to bring you a cone?"

"Definitely," I laughed.

Then I walked back toward the house and Maverick was waiting for me on the steps.

Tall, dark, impossibly broad shoulders and arms crossed over his massive chest.

We weeded for hours in the hot sun until I called a break just before noon, and we went inside for something to drink.

After guzzling down water, Maverick poured me a glass of lavender lemonade with extra ice and I flopped down on the sofa.

"Fucking boiling out there," I said, resting the cool glass on my forehead.

I didn't realize I had sprawled on the couch so that my thighs were spread open, and Maverick was looking at me with dark, feral eyes.

"I wantyou so badly," he said. "Fuckingplease. It's been so long and you don't know how much I fucking crave you all day and night. I can't stand being near you all the time but not allowed to touch you."

"Maybe I should call Austin," I said, my heart hammering in my chest.

When was the last time we had been alone in the middle of the day at home with the kids away?

"The fuck you will," Maverick growled, stalking over to me and grabbing the drink out of my hand. He bent over me, curving his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer.

He was sticky and warm, caked with dirt and sweat, and I felt something deep in my belly uncoil and begin to boil.

"You're mine, Tallulah Laurent. You have my name. You bear my children. No one can fuck you like I can."

"I can change my name," I said, but I felt a full-body shiver wrack my whole body as his lips descended to mine, my big angry husband caging me in on the couch.

He was heat and fire, and I opened my lips and let him in, his tongue plunging into my mouth, mastering me in the way I loved.

My husband's hands tightened in my hair and his fingers were all over me as my body hummed with his closeness.

Then they were on the hem of my shorts, ripping at the buckle and zipper.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Your body drives me mad, Tallulah.”

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