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Fuck, she needs me to…
I quickly climb off her and we make eye contact as I remove my cut before my eyes take her in on our bed.
Yesterday, Randy and Brick moved her in for me, and now, I get to go to sleep with my dick deep inside my woman every single night.
Honestly, I can’t think of anything better.
Quickly undressing, I climb back over my wife as she opens her legs for me, her wet pussy hitting my eyes.
Fuck me, I have missed that site.
I want a taste but later, maybe on round three.
I slowly look up her body as I move up, my eyes going to her tattoo on her hip, and my heart pounds as I gently stroke over the ink and look at her face to see her eyes on my side, her name.
We both claimed each other but were too blinded by hurt and pain to realize it.
“It’s always been you, shorty,” I whisper, and she looks back at me, our eyes locking, and without hesitation, I find her entrance with the tip of my cock and thrust forward, taking her without breaking the connection.
Home, I’m finally fucking home.
“I love you,” she chokes as she wraps her arms around my neck to pull me as close as her bump will allow us, and I lean my head down and press my lips against hers.
“I love you too,” I murmur against her lips before kissing her hard, our tongues instantly tangling as I move my hands up her arms, unlinking them from around my neck before linking our fingers together and placing them by her head as I move my hips.
Later, I can fuck her hard, fast, and dirty and eat her out as much as I want, but right now, I want to make love to my wife.
Forever, I am going to spend showing her what she means to me. That what happened nearly seven months ago will never happen again, that I’m strong enough to overcome my past, for her, always and only her.
Chapter 30
Lake – One Week Later
I smile watching as Jaylen breathes quickly and swings at the punching bag, sweat dripping down his back as he gets his frustrations over not being able to fight out with the bag.
We’ve been here for about an hour, arriving after lock-up, and everyone has gone, which I love because it’s just my husband and me, and he hasn’t stopped hitting the thing.
Husband. Damn, I still can’t get used to that word.
I eye my wedding rings and a feeling of calm elapses me.
Am I stupid enough to think everything is now perfect because we both understood we wanted each other, that we couldn’t live without each other?
No, I’m not.
We still have a lot to work on, mainly trust with each other, and while yeah, he licked another woman’s private parts andallowed his past to cloud his judgment, I actually slept with someone else and knew deep down why he kept the fact that he was a brother from me.
I know that guy drugged me, but I still knew what I was doing, and I still encouraged him.
I swallow hard, the guilt building again.
“What’s on your mind, shorty?” Jaylen grunts, and I look at him as he hits the bag with his right fist before kicking it, not looking my way, and I smile slightly, not surprised he’s picked up on my anxiety before asking, “How did you forgive me for sleeping with someone else?”
He grabs the bag, breathing heavily, and looks my way from where I’m sitting on the edge of the ring.
“Where did that come from?” he asks as he unstraps his hands.
I smile slightly and admit, “My head…”
