Page 53 of Tangled Vows

“Wanna talk about it?” Kent asked when we got to the locker room.

“Talk about what?” I tore my shirt over my head and threw it in my bag.

“Whatever’s got you so messed up.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” I was short with him but couldn’t meet his eye. Still, he saw right through me.

“Whatever it is, you better go home and work it out with her.” My gaze shot to his, and he cocked a brow knowingly. As the resident jokester of the team, Kent shouldn’t be so damn observant and wise.

“Maybe you two need to take that frustration to the bedroom and fuck it out of each other,” he added, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the shower.

He was right. Working out this frustration between the sheets was exactly what I needed, but Shayla’s no sex rule was a ten foot wall between us. There were cracks in it, though. I saw them every time her eyes flared with heat, and she licked her lips while looking at mine. The tension was so heavy between us sometimes, I thought that wall might crumble to the ground. And I couldn’t wait to dance in the rubble.

After a quick shower, I headed home, ready to relax. Roni, Max, and Gramps were at lunch in the city. I should’ve offered to join them since I was close by and practice had ended early, butI just wanted some peace and quiet. Shayla would most likely be at her mom’s for a while, so I’d have the house to myself.

It was mercifully silent when I walked through my front door. I stowed my bag and shoes under the entryway bench, then went to the fridge to grab a snack. Shayla wasn’t at work today since it was treatment day for her mom, so I didn’t get a post-workout smoothie. I had to settle for a chalky protein shake on my way home.

Grabbing a bowl of pre-cut fruit, I turned and placed it on the kitchen island and froze when I saw Shayla’s purse sitting there. Was she home?

Abandoning my food, I went in search of her. I didn’t hear her moving around and thought maybe she was taking a nap. She had to be exhausted from working so hard on dinner yesterday. She put her all into making the day special for our families. I approached our bedroom, noticed the door was closed, and turned to head back the other way. A low moan coming from the other side of the door stopped me in my tracks.

“Easton.” Shayla’s breathy voice was muffled, but there was no denying she’d just said my name. I pressed my ear to the door and listened for a moment.

“Ah,” she groaned, and that was when I heard it, the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator. Holy shit, she was pleasuring herself in my bed while thinking about me? I didn’t know if I should walk away and give her some privacy to finish, or if I should join her and show her how much better the real thing was. I only debated for half a second before I reached for the knob. Turning it slowly so I didn't startle her, I let it swing open. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what I found on the other side.

Shayla was naked, her knees bent and thighs spread as she pumped her toy in and out of her pussy. She was on my side of the bed, gripping the sheets I slept on as she rocked her hips,chasing her release. Her skin was flushed, and her heavy breasts were peaked and rosy. My mouth watered with the need to taste them. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, a fantasy come to life. I had to swallow the lump in my throat before I could say anything. I needed to be careful so I didn’t spook her. But I was joining her. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Well, that’s one way to welcome your husband home.” Shayla froze, and her eyes popped open. She stared at me in shock, her hand paused with the toy halfway inside her. Shaking herself from her stupor, she reached for the blanket, but I stopped her, my voice low and full of gravel.

“Don’t you dare cover up.” I kicked the door shut and stalked toward the bed. She watched me with wide eyes as I approached. “And don’t even think about stopping.”

Leaning down, I braced one hand beside her head and curled the other around the toy, guiding it back inside her. She sucked in a sharp breath, and I reveled in the sound. I thrust in and out of her slowly, watching as the purple cock disappeared into her glistening pussy. A wave of possessiveness washed over me, and I suddenly wanted to claim all her orgasms.

“You’re mywife,” I growled. “If anyone is going to make you come, it should be me.”

She moaned, her head falling back as her eyes closed. Her back arched off the bed. Apparently she liked that notion. I watched, entranced, as she squirmed beneath me, her hips tilting to chase her release. My hungry gaze locked on where her needy cunt squeezed around the toy.

“I want to taste you,” I confessed, and she whimpered.

“Yes,” she drew out, her voice shaky with need. I moved down her body, settling between her thighs and dipped my head to press a kiss across her lower belly as I continued to fuck her with her toy. Her skin was soft, as were her curves as I trailed my free hand up to her hip and gripped it tightly. My fingers bitinto her flesh as I held her in place. I placed open mouth kisses down her stomach and pubic bone until I reached her slit. She gasped when I flicked my tongue over her clit, and her muscles clamped down so tight I could barely move her toy. I wanted to feel her inner walls clamp down onme. I waited until she relaxed and withdrew the toy, a pleased grin pulling across my lips as I noticed it was coated in her arousal. She whimpered at the loss.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fill you up with something better,” I assured her and slipped one finger into her dripping wet core. I added another, then curled them forward, basking in the moan that fell from her lips. Fuck, she was tight. And so fucking wet. Was this what thinking about me did to my wife?

She was already primed and ready when I found that sweet spot inside her and pressed my fingers to it. Taking her clit into my mouth, I sucked on it until she cried. I released her and gently circled it with my tongue as I continued to stroke her G-spot.

“Easton,” she panted as her inner walls tightened around my fingers. I removed my mouth from her just long enough to pepper her with words of encouragement as her orgasm built.

“That’s it, baby.”

“Ah, Easton. There’s so much pressure.” She punctuated each word with a pant. Fuck, she was about to gush all over my bed. The prospect of her soaking my sheets spurred me on. I wanted her to unravel, to completely lose control. I lowered my mouth to her again and flicked my tongue over her clit.

“Oh no, I’m gonna… I’m gonna?—”

Before she could complete her warning, she erupted, her body shuddering as her release coated my fingers and hand.

“Fuck,” I groaned triumphantly as she continued to spasm. My hand and sheets were soaked, but I didn’t care. I’d wear her cum like a badge of honor.

“Holy shit,” she gasped as her chest rose and fell rapidly. “Did I just…” She let the question die on her tongue as her rosy cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and I swiped the back of my hand over my chin. Her eyes widened as she tracked the movement.

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