Page 133 of Ruling Scar
“How did it go?” I ask.
She wipes crumbs off Ivan’s face. “How many cookies did you let him eat?” she asks, eyes narrowing.
“Like you two don’t go to Russ’s place just to eat cream cheese frosting.”
Her mouth drops, but after a second she kisses me again. “Love you, too.”
She prods Ivan, forcing him off the couch. “We’ve got to brush our teeth before bed.”
“It’s not bed time,” he mumbles, rubbing his eye.
“Your ass looks incredible in that dress,” I tell her as she leads him away.
She shoots me a look, but Ivan’s too tired to understand, his face turning to the TV when the crowd erupts.
“Did we win?” he asks of the Rangers.
“We did,” Leonora says, getting him to the hallway bathroom. “That’s just the highlight reel. You finished the game.”
I take the chance to settle Millie in the nursery.
Since I bought this place, I’ve done everything to create a home. But for years, there were empty bedrooms. Now we’re constantly running around the place, chasing feet down the hallway and worrying if Ivan’s room around the corner is too far away in case something happens.
“Did Millie take her bottle?” Leonora asks, taking off her earrings as she slips into our room. “Do you want the gossip now or later?” She heads toward the shower and jumps when she sees that I’ve followed her. “Elijah! I turned around for two seconds.”
Her eyes run down my naked form.
“I’m very talented,” I tell her, turning on the shower for us.
“I’m not having shower sex,” she tells me. I force her to turn around, my fingers brushing her back as I unzip her black dress. “I’m too old for that.”
“That’s not what you said last night.” I pour shampoo into my hands. “Why are you blushing, love? The image of you on your knees had me hard all day. Your face fucking my cock is award winning.”
She tries to elbow me, but I grab her into a hug, kissing her neck. “I love you, wife. I missed you while you were away.”
“It was only a few hours,” she hums, but bites a smile back. I slap her ass and step out of the shower, letting her have a second.
“Adeline and Cia—” She gasps when she steps out of the bathroom. “Elijah!”
“What?” I ask from my spot on the bed.
“That’s my fancy face mask.” The bed shakes as she climbs in, her body nestling against mine. “Ren got me that from South Korea.”
“You don’t want me to shower, you don’t want me using your skincare. What do you want me for, woman?”
Her fingers trace down my thigh.
“Oh, that.” My cock stirs. I pull the sheet mask off my face and position her on my lap.
“Elijah,” she says again, falling forward slightly.
“I’m old,” I tell her, brushing back a strand of her hair. “And tired. And I love your tits from this angle.”
Her blush amuses me. I know every inch of this woman, but she’s still shy at times.
“Don’t be a cock tease,” I whisper, my fingers pressing into her waist.
Biting her lower lip, she sinks onto my cock and I relish the look on her face. Her eyes glaze as she takes a deep breath. I buck my hips and she throws her head back.
