Page 7 of Joker's Ghost
“How soon?”
“I should leave in fifteen minutes.”
“Plenty of time.” I’ve already undone the tab and zipper of my jeans, and with another flick of my wrist, I have her shorts hitting the floor.
When she circles her warm palm around my throbbing cock, I stumble us to the bed and grab one of her nipples between my lips. When she moans out, I tease her nub until her hips jerk off the mattress.
“Yup, just like I thought. You’re more than ready.” I lave my tongue against the other nipple, then peek up at her. “Gotta love my horny pregnant wife.”
She swats at my head. “You are so bad.”
I grin at her. “And you fuckin’ love it.”
She glances at her watch. “We’re down to ten minutes, so you better stop yakking and get busy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I lean back onto my knees, wrap my hand around her thighs and pull her flush against me. I lap at her perfection for only a few minutes, then angle her higher and easily slide into her heat.
“Fuck, babe, best feeling ever.” I still for a second, enjoying the sensation, but she bucks against me, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I brace myself against the mattress and pump into my perfect wife as her head thrashes against the pillows. Lifting toward me, she gives me everything she’s got to give.
I grip her hips, knowing I’m close but not wanting it to end.
“Ahhh, yes,” she moans as her body fists me in the bestway. She pulses and pulls at my cock until I can’t hold back any longer.
“Give it to me, fuckin’ beautiful.” I collapse to her side and pull her close.
The room is filled with our panting breaths, the smell of our sex, and the sight of our love in her eyes. I’m one lucky fuckin’ guy to have a woman and kids who love me unconditionally and . . .
Without warning, Warrior’s words of warning flash through my brain, and I shiver.
Daisy leans up on her elbow. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, yeah, just got a chill.” I hug her to me tighter. “Promise me you won’t get up on any more chairs.”
“I’m fine.”
I pull back and make her look at me. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” She strokes my hair. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Just wanna keep you and the kids safe.” I stroke her belly. “Along with our newest addition.”
“Of course, but you said yourself everything’s been running smooth at the shop and at the club.” She tilts her head. “There’s nothing you’re not telling me, right?”
I shake my head, but my girl isn’t convinced.
“You’re sure? ‘Cause the last time we kept things from each other, I ended up getting kidnapped.”
Shit, why did she have to bring that up? One of the worst times in my life outside of losing Desiree was when Daisy was kidnapped by a guy with a crazy obsession with her while she was nine months pregnant with Deana. Thank god it all worked out, but those were some tense, shaky days and nights.
“Nothing like that. I just want everything with this pregnancy to go right.”
“It will. Don’t worry.” She kisses me on the lips and rolls off the bed. “Gotta go get Deana.”
I absolutely hate when people say “don’t worry,” ‘cause it usually means I’ll be worrying my ass off.
“Nah, you stay, I’ll go get her.” Crazy and irrational, but I didn’t want Daisy driving to dance class.
