Page 91 of Wild Side
He’s told me every single day since the day they were born that I’m a good mother. I don’t know if I’ll ever believe him, but it’s sweet, nonetheless. He wraps his hand around mine, lacing our fingers as he tugs me behind him and toward The Copper Pot.
It’s the nicest place in town and the best restaurant to go out to without being too far from home. We take our seats, and I look at the menu. Everything looks amazing, but I also can’t stop thinking about the babies.
Sabrina and Trent are everything to me. They are my entire world, and just being this far away from them is making it hard to breathe.
“Honey,” Chase calls out.
I lift my head from the menu, my gaze finds his, and I try to muster up the best smile I can. His lips twitch into a smirk ashe shakes his head from side to side. I wait for him to tell me to relax, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he lifts his hand and makes a motion for the waitress to come over. I watch, unsure of what to do or say. I am semi-frozen in my seat, but the moment he begins to talk, my entire body relaxes, almost as if every ounce of stress instantly releases from my body.
“We’ve decided that we’d like to put in an order for takeout.”
Fifteen minutes later, a bag of food in hand, we rush out of the restaurant and head back home. Climbing into the passenger seat of my brand-new four-door Jeep, I place the bag of food at my feet.
Chase laces his fingers with mine, lifting my hand to his lips. “Let’s go home to our babies, honey,” he rasps against my skin.
A few moments later, a smiling Lainey gives us a wave goodbye, and we are sitting across from one another with an amazing meal between us, our still sleeping babies just a few feet away in their shared bedroom.
While we eat, our conversation is nothing deep and meaningful, just the regular, normal dinner convo. This relationship is like nothing I ever imagined. It’s easy, almost too easy, it seems. I try not to wait for things to go bad, but I can’t deny that it feels too good. I am so in love with Chase, with my life, with my family.
“Thank you, Chase,” I whisper. And I don’t just mean for tonight. I mean for my life, but I don’t say that because if I do, I might cry.
“No, thank you, Zadie. For everything.”
Tears well in my eyes anyway. Standing, I reach for his hand. He slips his fingers in mine, but doesn’t allow me to guide him anywhere. Instead, he tugs me against his chest. I fall off balance slightly, my hands pressing against his chest in an attempt to catch myself.
Tilting my head back, I look up into his eyes. “I love you, Zadie. Thank you for giving me a chance to live a life I never thought was possible.”
Before I can even respond, he dips his chin, and his lips brush mine, and that simple kiss causes a frenzy of hands, teeth, tongues, and lips. We strip our clothes off each other as quickly as possible, leaving them all over the house.
He doesn’t even have to use his fingers to get me ready—I am primed. He lays me down on the living room floor before he slowly slides inside me with one thrust. I let out an exhale of relief.
My eyes slide closed.
Heaven.
He fills me, stretching me.
Perfection.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please move.”
“Look at me,” he demands as he takes my hands, lacing his fingers with mine as he guides my arms over my head. “I want your shins against my ribs, honey. Relax and take me, Zadie.”
His words come out in a whisper, and I swear he could say anything like that, and I would do it. I do not hesitate to lift my legs, pressing my shins against his ribs, and he rewards me.
He moves.
Expertly.
“You’re fucking perfect, Zadie,” he rasps. “Be mine forever.”
“I am,” I exhale. “Forever.”
He dips his chin, his hips still moving, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each stroke. I’m climbing higher and higher, my breathing coming out in pants as I make my way toward the edge. I am ready to fall off, to tumble down. I cannot wait. I am here for it.
Then he says something that causes me to gasp.
