Page 185 of Wicked Fantasies

“So okay,” she whispered.

He kissed her brow. “You’re amazing. Just when I think it’s not possible for me to love you more, you find a way to burrow even deeper into my heart.”

She smiled tiredly at his admission, but her mind felt as mushy as her muscles. “Ditto,” she replied and she fell asleep once more as Troy’s chest rumbled with his soft laughter.

Faith wokeup the next day, surprised by the brightness of the sun outside. Usually she was up with the birds in the still dim hours of early morning, but it would appear her husband had officially worn her out. Glancing over, she found him snoring softly, looking exactly like the man she’d woken up next to every morning for years. But this morning, something felt different, better. Ordinarily she’d get up and make a pot of coffee, reading the newspaper and playing FreeCell on her computer until he woke up and joined her.

This morning, despite the stiffness in her muscles, she was tempted to wake him up and demand he continue the amazing sex he’d initiated her into last night. His eyes opened slowly and found her staring at him.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wainwright.”

“Good morning,” she said, clearing the sleep from her throat. “Sleep well?”

“Like the dead. That was quite a workout you gave me. Figure I’m lucky I didn’t have a heart attack.”

She laughed. “Feel up to another round?”

He looked at her in disbelief, then worry. “Are you kidding me? Aren’t you sore? Faith, I was more than a little hard on you last night.”

She wiggled a bit, trying to determine if she was in pain. Problem was the second Troy said hard, her thoughts went straight to the gutter. “I don’t think I would have enjoyed a little hard. Seems to me you were very hard…and very good.”

Troy closed his eyes and she thought for a moment he was praying. “All the wasted years,” he muttered. “Dammit, Faith. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but we don’t have time.”

Faith narrowed her eyes. “Why don’t we have time?”

“Tour’s not over yet.”

He glanced at the clock beside the bed and hopped out of bed before she could try to seduce him out of his damn plans. “Troy.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Rise and shine. We’re already behind schedule. I’m gonna grab a quick shower and get dressed. While you’re getting ready, I’ll run out and pick us up a couple of cups of coffee and some donuts.”

“You had me at shower,” she said, rising from the bed, letting the sheet drop away.

Troy shook his head. “Didn’t I specify? I’m showering alone. With the door locked. Behave yourself, Faith, or you’re going to find yourself lying facedown over my lap while I show you what happens to naughty girls.”

Her pussy fluttered at the thought and she grinned.

“Shit,” Troy said, turning for the bathroom.

He slammed the door and she distinctly heard the lock snap into place.

Despite Faith’sbest efforts to seduce him, Troy remained true to his original schedule. Luckily the beautiful, sunny day snapped her out of her bad temper as they rode through town with the windows on the truck rolled down. Troy was singing along with Toby Keith on the radio, and she had to admit she felt happier and more relaxed than she had in months. It was amazing what a night of incredible sex could do for a person.

She played the night over in her mind, not paying attention to their direction until Troy pulled the truck to the side of the road and parked.

“You were a million miles away,” he said, tapping her nose playfully.

She shook her head. “Not that far.” She looked outside and realized they were parked outside their first apartment. “Hillman Apartments.”

Troy grinned. “Yep. Only doing a drive by here. It’s time for you to open the album again. Read the next letter while we head to the next stop.”

Putting the car in drive, he pulled away from the curb as she turned to the next page. Happy tears sprung to her eyes when she found a picture of Jackson and Jenna sitting outside on the grass in their Easter finest. Jackson, the very protective four-year-old brother, was sitting with his arm around his one-year-old sister. Both of them were smiling widely and Jenna had a pink plastic Easter egg in her hand. Faith ran her finger across the picture, touching their faces and recalling how soft and wonderful it had been to caress their baby skin. Discreetly, she brushed away a tear, turning her attention to Troy’s letter.

My dearest Faith,

I can still remember the night you told me you were pregnant with Jackson. We were living in that cardboard box of an apartment on Hillman. It was well after midnight and I came home from working the late shift, surprised to find you awake and waiting for me. You just looked at me and said, “I’m pregnant.”

I don’t think I realized exactly how much those words were going to change my life. I mean I was excited and happy. I wanted to make a family with you, Faith—never doubt that. But for the first time in my life, I also experienced true fear. Until that moment, I’d lived like most young men do, believing they are invincible, untouchable, immortal. Let’s face it—the center of my universe was ultimately me. You were, of course, an integral part of my life, but the axis of my existence rotated solely on my wants, needs and desires.

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