Page 82 of Waiting for Redemption

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Waking up this morning and realizing last night wasn’t a dream was surreal. I slide out of bed to order us breakfast while Ruby sleeps because I’m sure she’s exhausted after the night we had. I have no intention of waking her up until absolutely necessary, but she looks so fucking beautiful right now, it’s hard to keep my hands off of her. The sheet is wrapped around her waist, her back fully exposed with her raven-toned waves splayed across the pillows. I quickly grab my phone and snap a photo, or three, of her before placing it back on the dresser. When I hear a soft moan from behind me, I turn around to see Ruby now lying on her back gripping the pillow above her but she’s still very much asleep.

Naughty little wife. What are you dreaming about?

When my name falls from her lips in the softest whisper, my dick hardens instantly and I walk slowly over to the bed. When I move the sheet from around her waist, her legs are spread and she’s dripping wet. I contemplate whether I should help her find her release or let her sleep, but what kind of husband would I be if I left my wife dripping and needy? I run my hands along her thighs, squeezing her hips as she moans again. Her body responds to me instantly as my tongue makes contact with her wet slit. A few moments later her eyes flutter open and she finds out that she isn’t just dreaming anymore. I continue flicking my tongue along her clit as her eyes adjust.

“I thought I was dreaming,” she whispers, biting her lip as she lets her hands find their way to my hair.

“You were. But I couldn’t let you moan my name like that and ignore the fact that you needed me.” I swipe my tongue along her pussy again. “Youdidneed me, didn’t you, Honey?” I ask, stopping to wait for her answer.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes. I need you. Don’t stop.” I smirk, and do as she’s asked. Her fingers snake through my hair as she grips tighter, breathing out littleyesesas I bring her closer to her release. I slide one finger inside of her, gently working in a second as she arches her back. I curl my fingers inside of her, hitting the same spot I know drives her crazy as I lap up every drop she’s giving me.

“Tank,” she moans my name as her orgasm takes over her, making her legs shake and squeeze around my head, but I don’t stop until I know she’s completely satisfied.

“Such a good little wife.” She bites her lip, still looking as though she’s dreaming but jumps when someone knocks on the door.

“Room service.”

“I got it.” I stand back up and she lets out a little gasp. When I look down, her eyes are fixed on the erection that is not atallhidden behind my black sweatpants.

“You’re going to answer the door like that?” Her eyes grow wide as she looks up at me.

“Wellyou’renot answering likethat, that’s for damn sure,” I tell her, nodding to her perfect naked body. “All this does is let everyone know I have a wife whose pussy makes me hard as fuck.” Her whole body turns red as she grabs the sheet to cover herself back up. I adjust myself so I don’t scare whoever is behind the door, then open it to retrieve our food.

Once I walk back in the room with the cart she gets out of bed, stretching her arms above her head before walking to the bathroom. It’s so fucking wild to me how much things changed for us overnight. Yesterday she was so reserved and holding so much back out of fear, and today she’s waltzing around our hotel room completely naked without a single care in the world. Exactly the way I want it to be. When she comes back in, she slides her underwear on and throws on a T-shirt before coming to sit on my lap.

“You ready to get back home?” I ask, assuming she’s itching to get back home and see Hendrix.

“Yes and no.” She takes a sip of her coffee, before looking over at me. “I’m beyond ready to see Hendrix, but I’m not sure I’m ready to get back to reality.” She frowns.

“We’re going to win this thing, baby. That asshole sperm donor doesn't have a chance taking Hendrix from us,” I assure her, kissing her cheek before taking a bite of bacon.

“That’s not all I’m talking about.” She hangs her head, playing with her fingernails before looking up again. “Can I tell you something and younotthink I’m crazy?”

“Of course you can. You should know better than to even ask.” I raise a brow at her, making her smile.

“I’m gonna miss hearing you call me your wife all the time.” I frown at her, making her roll her eyes. “I know it’s so dumb, but–”

“What makes you think I’ll stop calling you my wife? Youaremy wife.”

“Yeah, but all of our friends think this is just some agreement we made to protect Hendrix. What will they think if you’re suddenly calling me your wife and looking at me like…”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve fucked me in a hotel shower and know how I taste.” A devilish smirk creeps across my face as I rememberexactlyhow she tastes.

“I don’t give a single fuck about what everyone else thinks. I will call you my wife whenever I feel like it, and I will gladly tell them how fucking delicious you are.”

“How will that look though? I don’t see you for six months, drag you into this marriage, and then we’re…together.” Her question sends a wave of anger through me. Not ather, at the motherfucker who made her feel so used and worthless that she’s questioning what it means to be withmenow. I pull her legs over my waist, allowing her to straddle me as we sit on the edge of the bed.

“I hope it looks like I’m madly in love with my wife. That this whole situation is just the fate that brought us back together so I could prove to you just how much I want you,needyou in my life. Don’t you see it, baby? I don’t want a fresh start, I don’t want to pretend not to be entirely consumed by the way I feel about you. Because I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. Making you my wife was by far the best day of my life. It was never fake for me.”

“You love me?” The disbelief in her voice almost breaks my heart.

“Not even death could keep me from loving you, Ruby Ranes.” Her eyes immediately fill with tears as she brings her cool hands up to my face.

“Landry.”

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