Page 18 of Possessing Her

Trent: Hide your wallet, man. You’re about to get outfitted with everything you could think of and more.

I look up from my phone to where I’ve left Winnie. She’s snuggled into the couch, head resting on the back, hands up by her neck, blanket draped around her body. Jesus, I’m a dick. She laid it all out for me, gave me all her truths, and what did I do? Leave her to grab my phone without so much as saying the words I know she needs to hear.

Me: Whatever the fuck they need, it’s theirs.

“Winn.” I grab her attention. Her eyelids open. Mierda, she took a three-hour nap on top of me, didn’t fucking move, yet she’s about ready to fall back asleep.

“Oh, sorry. Did I fall asleep?” She jerks her head, rapidly blinking the sleep away from her eyes.

“It’s all good. The guys are activated, but hold that thought for another minute. I forgot to mention something.” Jesús Cristo, this isn’t going to be easy.

Matthew: You got it, man.

Trent: Tell Winnie the girls are planning to get with her soon. Which means it’ll happen at the club.

Me: Fuck me, speaking of the club. Jude, you still around?

He’s been known to set his phone down and get lost in his latest development on a new app.

Jude: What’s up?

Me: I need you to make sure Night Moves is buried. I’m not ashamed of the world we’ve created where anyone can get lost in their fantasies, but I’ll be damned if it’s the cause of us losing Sebastian.

Matthew: Thanks, Jude, that will help me out, too.

Jagger: I’m taking bets on when Johnny and Winnie start adding to the addition. I can see it now, little Winnies and Johnnies running around causing all kinds of chaos.

Crew: I’ll take that bet and up you one. Who all thinks I’ll be designing a new home once they’re back and settled?

Me: Alright, take all your bets. I’m off to be with my woman. Thanks, guys.

“Everything okay?” she asks as I place my phone on the coffee table.

“Never better. Tysen is going to fly us to Georgia. We’ll get there, jump through whatever hoops they make us jump through. Matthew is going to take on the case. He’ll fly with us, and the ball is already rolling. By tomorrow, we’ll be locked and loaded.” Winnie’s hand flies to her mouth. The slapping noise reverberates through the house. I stay where I’m standing, waiting for God knows fucking what.

“Johnny.” My name tumbles off her lips as if it’s a prayer. I’m still naked, stayed that way while pacing around the living room while trying to figure everything out with the guys.

“You say my name like that again, looking at me like you are, neither of us will finish this conversation.” The way she’s looking at me has me ready to prowl toward her, pull off blanket that’s hiding her away from me, and get inside her again.

“Are you telling me we’re staying married, and we can adopt Sebastian, raise him together, and eventually add to our family?” There’s hopefulness in her tone, a lightness in her eyes, plus her ability to let me do my thing even though she didn’t know myplans yet. Winnie trusted me. A tightness takes hold inside my chest. I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” My phone buzzes away on the table. The guys can handle anything else that comes their way. “Also, letting you know Lennon, Asher’s fiancé, and Kenny, who’s now with Trent, will be hijacking your phone number. You’re in the fold, and I’m pretty sure Jagger has some competition.” Her face softens.

“How is Jagger? How’s everyone? I made one hell of an entrance and didn’t even say hello to them.”

“Jagger is out parasailing, sky diving, ice climbing, or mountain biking. We never know what he’s doing until he’s back home. All we know is his location. It’s how he disconnects to recharge. He’ll be here tomorrow, more than ready to piss me off and see how you’re doing. Everyone else is doing great. They’ve missed you. Got my fair share of shit for not going after you.” Jagger was pissed, Trent looked at me like I’d grown three heads, and the rest of them… Well, they put their digs into me throughout the years.

“I’m going to apologize to them.” I go to interject, but my wife shuts me up with the palm of her hand in the air. “They may not need or want it, but they deserve it.”

“Fine, but no hugging Jagger. The fucker will probably stick his tongue out at me and act like a damn teenager.” I move toward her, unable to deny the pull between us. My hand reaches for the blanket, pulling it away. The last thing I want is her covered from me.

“I’m not agreeing to that, Johnny.” Her tits are the first thing bared to me, lifting up with each inhale and exhale, the pebbled dusky rose tips beckoning my mouth to wrap around them. Her stomach is next, quivering slightly, and a thought of my wife pregnant with our child comes to life. Fuck the birth control. I’mgoing to plant my seed inside her, stay buried to the damn root, and keep it inside her until I can’t anymore.

“We’ve got one more problem.” Winnie spreads her legs for me, baring her sweet-as-fuck cunt, slick with wetness, and if everything goes to plan, I’ll be back inside her soon.

“You’re sexy when you go into protective, dominant, and soft mode for me.” Her voice takes on that raspy quality that has me hot under the collar in zero point two seconds.

“Hijo de puta, solo para ti, mi esposa.”Son of a bitch, only for you, my wife.My hands glide up her legs, thumbs digging into her inner thighs, massaging her along the way. If I’m going to rip off the Band-Aid, it’s going to be with my hands on her body.

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