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“Are you gonna be a good girl now?”
A bratty smile spread on her face. “Never.”
Placing my left arm around her lower belly, I fucked her harder while yanking her hair back again. “Are you sure?”
“You wouldn’t have married me if you wanted a good girl.”
Pulling her face around to kiss her, I agreed, “You’re right about that.”
She bit me again and laughed when I smacked her ass for it.
Having anal sex with Aubri was a sexual fantasy of mine and the tightness around my cock made me reach my peak faster than normal.
With my fingers drilled into her hips, I growled and pushed in and out three more times before I covered her gaping anus with my semen. “Fuuck!!!” I blinked a few times memorizing the erotic sight of the visible proof that I’d conquered another part of my woman.
CHAPTER 24
Our Home
Aubri
I had been to Victoria’s Island more times than I could count. This was where I’d gone to school and where my two best friends had lived.
Sparrow had grown up with her parents in a house on the grounds of the experimental school, and Indiana in a beautiful old house that had been built before the Toxic War.
Indiana had his own house on the island now and when he brought me there after our two days at the mountain hotel, he carried me over the threshold.
I laughed at the silliness, but Indiana insisted, “My mom told me it’s an old tradition from ancient times.”
“You just love to carry me, admit it.”
“I do!” He nuzzled his nose against mine and kissed me.
Once inside, he sat me down and looked around in his open-space kitchen and living room. “What do you think?”
“I’ve been here before, you know.”
“Not as my wife.” His smile was boyish and so proud that I couldn’t hold back my laughter.
“Did you forget that I helped you pick out the decor? Well, Sparrow and your mom helped too, but still. It’s a fabulous place and you know that I love it.”
As he engulfed me in his arms from behind, his beard tickled my cheek. “That first week when we shared a bed in our apartment, I kept fantasizing about making this houseour home.”
“Did you fantasize about carrying me over the doorstep?”
“Mm-hmm.” He picked me up again and walked through the living room, up the staircase. “And I especially dreamed about carrying you into our bedroom and placing you onto my bed.”
“Yourbed? If this isourhome, then shouldn’t it beourbed?”
Indiana pushed open the door to the bedroom and carried me across the floor. The room was bright except for the masculine charcoal gray color on the wall behind his bed. Indiana had chosen a solid bedframe made of wood from the forest behind the house. But my favorite parts of this room were the three floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the beautiful pond.
Placing me on the bed, Indiana quickly got down beside me. We snuggled up and looked out at the breathtaking view with the million shades of green and the ducks swimming on the pond.
“This is a happy place,” I whispered.
“Now it is.” Indiana tightened his hold around me and kissed my temple. “I still can’t believe that this is real.” He pinched my arm.
“Ouch. Why are you pinching me?”
