Page 74 of What About Now

“No. I don’t want anything between us, but it’s not my call to make.”

“Is it better without one?” I ask, because what the hell do I know?

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I’ve never had sex without one.”

“But you want to with me?” I know I sound like a teenager right now, but I have zero experience with this. Sure, Briar and I, and even the girls, have had talks, but no amount of girl talk prepared me for my husband standing before me, telling me he wants nothing between us.

“You’re my wife, Brogan. I never want anything to come between us, whether that be a thin layer of latex on my cock, or any other outside distraction that could potentially take you away from me. I saved this for you. I know it’s not the same as what you’re giving me, but I, too, have never trusted someone to not try to get pregnant on purpose, so I made sure I always supplied the protection, even if they had it, we used mine. Fuck,” he says, tilting his head back. “I hate talking about my past with you while you’re staring at my cock like it’s your next meal.”

“I was kinda hoping it would be,” I say, shrugging.

“Tell me what you want, Brogan, and it’s yours.”

“What if I get pregnant? I mean, nothing is one-hundred-percent, right?”

“Then we start our family.”

Tears burn, but I blink them away. “Just like that?”

“Yeah, baby, just like that.”

I want that. I want him and the life he keeps saying that we can have together. “Okay. Then we don’t use one.”

“You sure?”

“I want something of yours that no one else has.”

“Baby, you have my heart. That’s only ever going to be yours. We can wait on this one.”

“I don’t want to wait. No more waiting, right? That’s what you said. That if we do this, if we take this step, then it’s us forever.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Then let’s start our forever.” Five words. That’s all it takes for me to seal our fate, for me to accept that this is real. ThatMaddox is my husband, and not because we got married when we were drunk in Vegas, but because he chose me.

Every single day, this amazing man chooses me.

I choose him too.

Bending, he captures my lips in a kiss that I’m certain would make my knees weak if I were not sitting. When he finally pulls away, he’s all business. “I need you naked.” Stepping back, he offers me his hand and helps me stand.

I expect him to help me get undressed, so I’m surprised when he climbs into bed in all of his naked glory and places his hands behind his head as he watches my every move.

“You’re not going to help me?” I ask him.

“Nope.”

There’s something about his heated gaze as it washes over me that gives me the courage I need to strip for him. Not just take off my clothes, but I do it slowly, swaying my hips, and putting on a show for him.

By the time I’m finished, he’s stroking his cock, and his eyes burn with desire. “Come here, baby.”

I do as he says and climb on the bed. Despite not having any clothes on, I’m not cold. My body is feverish with how much I want him. I start to settle beside him, but he grabs my hips and moves me to straddle him. His hard length rests just below where I need him to be, so when I rock my hips, his cock rubs against my clit. I moan at the contact.

“I thought maybe you might want to take control. You take as little or as much as you need.”

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