Page 213 of Pucking Strong

“Obviously.” We walked around in a daze all night, looking at the rest of the decorated lifeguard chairs, playing carnival games, eating tacos from a food truck. Nothing felt real. We were just sort of floating. Then we came home. Now we’re here.

Henrik considers for a moment. “Honestly?”

I pause, setting aside my little jar of under-eye serum. “Yeah, babe. Honesty always.”

His brow furrows as he shrugs. “I suppose it feels a bit anticlimactic.”

“Oh my god, right?” I turn to face him, leaning my hip against the sink. “Soanticlimactic. Here I was, making worrying my entire personality. I was starting to dress to match my own frown lines. Like, what am I even supposed to stress about now?”

He chuckles, unfolding his arms and slipping his hands in his pockets. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“I mean, yeah, there are already like five things.” I give a distracted wave of my hand as I turn back to face the mirror. “We have to plan for Christmas and Karro’s new school. We need to get her a backpack, folders, new colored pencils. Then there’s the wedding, our trip to Sweden to see your parents for the bye week …”

As I talk, Henrik crosses the room, stepping in behind me. I’m dabbing my expensive gel serum under each eye with my pinkie as his hands go to my shoulders. I still as he starts to rub circles with his thumbs. I raise a brow at his reflection. “What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

I smirk, setting the little jar of serum down. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, old man.”

He hums. “Old, am I?”

“Older than me,” I tease. “And, apparently, afraid of rollercoasters?”

Stepping in close, he lowers his face to breathe in my skin, trailing the tip of his nose from my shoulder up the curve of my neck. I fight a shiver, hands dropping to grip the edge of the sink, as his lips press to the point just behind my ear. “Are you afraid I’m not exciting enough for you, mitt hjärta? Married to a boring old Swede who eats oats and drinks his coffee black?”

I shrug, leaning into his touch. “I already fixed the coffee thing.”

He kisses my neck, his hands trailing down my sides. “Did you now?”

“Mhmm. Don’t think I don’t see you reaching for the milk every morning. You like it a little sweet, admit it—” I gasp as he wraps his hand around my neck and jerks my body back against his. “Hen, what—”

Reaching around me, he slaps something down on the vanity. I glance down at what looks like a little black remote. “What’s that?”

“What does it look like?” he says in my ear.

I smile, pressing myself against him. “It looks like a remote. But to what?”

He nips the skin at my shoulder, making me groan. “Try it and see.”

I pick up the remote, wholly distracted by his hands and lips on me. It’s a simple thing with only a few buttons. I press the little On button. Behind me, Henrik jerks, his hands gripping tighter to my shoulders. He mutters a curse in Swedish. Then I hear a faint buzzing. My eyes widen as I stare at him in the mirror. “Babe!”

He groans, stepping in until I feel his erection against my ass.

I gasp again. “Henrik Karlsson, are you wearing a vibrating cock ring?” Spinning around, I cup his crotch. And, yep, there is definitely something wrapped around my man’s junk right now. “Lemme see.”

“Teddy—”

Grabbing the top of his lounge pants, I jerk them down, freeing his cock. It’s half erect, growing harder. There’s a thick ring of black silicone wrapped around the top of his cock and strapped under his balls. The ring buzzes and Henrik grunts, stroking his shaft. “Where the heck did you get it?”

He shrugs. “The internet. Do you not like it?”

I grin up at him. “The question is doyoulike it. How does it feel?”

“Good,” he mutters. “Tight. Strange.”

I just shake my head, unable to look away.

“What?”

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