Page 46 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

Chase

They would not make it for breakfast. It finished at ten, in thirty minutes, and Chase just joined her in the shower.

“Come on, Wrangler,” Amara whined. “You showered already.”

“This is the thanks I get for coming in here to help you wash your back?”

He put on the shower glove and pumped some wash onto it.

“Like you’d stick to just washing my back.” Amara had reason to doubt her husband’s ability to stay on task.

“It will really be up to you.”

Damn if he didn’t have a point. Steam and studs influenced her libido. This would be a tough one, because she also needed to eat. “But Wrangler, I’m hungry.”

“If we miss the restaurant downstairs in the hotel. We’ll go around the corner for brunch. I promise to feed you.”

“Alright,” she conceded. Besides, it felt good the way his gloved hand rubbed her back.

“Just relax and let me get you all clean, then we’ll go get something to eat.” He gave a quick peck to her neck.

“I want pancakes.”

“Promise to get you some. Because?”

“It’s our honeymoon/anniversary and I can have anything my heart desires.”

“Exactly.”

Chase insisted they take time out and celebrate the last year, and the expansion of their family. He’d come so far since he first found out about the baby. The road wasn’t easy. He’d had to battle a few nightmares. The first one had taken her by shock. Waking up to find him thrashing in the bed beside her had been jarring. When she put on the lights, he was pale and glistening in sweat. Amara was the big spoon that night, holding him until he finally fell back asleep.

In the morning, he surprised her again.“I'm sorry for scaring you last night. I reached out to a therapist I used to work with, and he does remote sessions. We are going to start tomorrow. We’ll get through this,” he promised.

As hard as therapy was, Chase faced it with grit and determination. Amara gave her support every step of the way. She even joined him in some sessions. It was all paying off. There were four months until the baby arrived, and Chase embraced fatherhood more each day.

Together, they were getting through pregnancy. Amara was thankful she didn't have to deal with morning sickness, but adjusting to having less energy was a challenge. Chase was handling her mood swings well, providing unwavering support and patience. They both leaned on each other, navigating the difficulties as a team.

His hand squeezed her ass before giving it a firm tap. Closing the gap between them, she felt his body press against her back. She could feel his hardened length against her ass. He reached around, cupping her breast. His massage soothed the aching sensitivity. She moaned at the relief.

“I thought you wanted to get to breakfast?” Chase teased.

“I do but…” she trailed off as his gloved fingers plucked her nipples. The food could wait. She ground against his length.

“Hm,” he groaned. “It’ll be quick.”

He discarded the glove. Chase’s other hand slipped between her legs, stroking her inner thigh up to her slick folds. A rush of pleasure spread through her body. She let out a soft moan, her breath ragged. She rocked her hips as his fingers slipped into her core. As he thrust his digits, a wave of warmth radiated from deep within her, sending tingling sensations coursing through her veins.

Amara’s skin prickled with goosebumps, and her heart raced with every touch. A deep, aching desire built in her. She was right on the edge when his finger slipped from her. Her objection never made it to her lips.

“Shh, I got you.” Chase bent her forward and replaced his digits with his cock. Filling her. Her moan of satisfaction bounced off the shower walls. Her muscles tensed with anticipation, eachstroke igniting a fire that spread through her limbs. The heat pooled in her belly, intensifying with every heartbeat. It was as if every nerve ending was alive, pulsating with the raw, electric energy of the moment.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he praised. His hips moved in a circular motion, pushing her deeper into ecstasy. She felt her body heat as he continued to pleasure her. Water cascaded over their intertwined bodies, the warmth intensifying the sensation against their skin. The steam enveloped them, creating an intimate bubble as her breaths became shallow and her grip tightened around his cock. The pleasure rippled through her with each movement, escalating in intensity with each stroke. As the tension built to her climax, she finally surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, her body shuddering with a profound release.

“Chase! Yes! God, I love you.” A wave of relief washed over her, leaving her feeling weightless and euphoric. Chase gripped her hips and flooded her core.

An hour later, a very relaxed and satisfied Amara was humming around a mouthful of fluffy pancakes. There was no shame in her game. She cleaned her plate. “What do you have planned now?”

This trip was Chase’s brainchild. He’d insisted they visit Vancouver. She had never been, so she was game. Thus far, she was loving the trip. Her Wrangler was giving her a cultured getaway. They were currently exploring the historic district of Gastown. “I thought we could go for a walk, work all of this off, and then you can have your afternoon nap.”

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