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My dick gets the first memo, but not the second. In no time, I’m full mast. I have to pull my hips back so I don’t come off like a fucking creeper, even if she is my wife and in our bed.
I stifle a groan as I wrap my arm around her, threading our fingers and placing our joined hands at her heart. I fold around her, giving her my warmth and taking the same from her and, in no time flat, I drift into peaceful, dreamless sleep.
19
rise and shine
Anni
I wake almost stiflingly hot, wrapped up with Ren. I don’t even get how we’re tangled, except that I have one thigh thrown over his lower half, intertwined with one of his strong legs. The hair there scratches and tickles in an almost abrasive way, especially to the skin of my upper thighs. It’s distracting and erotic.
I move my position just enough for it to rasp against my skin, as I snake an arm over Ren’s wide chest. I could so easily climb over him right now, sink down on his cock, and sate this yawing hunger. I could finish what we started yesterday morning.
I can only imagine with his girth, his length, that I would feel him all day until I could have him again tonight. Wetness pools between my legs, and I wiggle, trying to ease the building need. Would it be wrong to touch him, to stroke him? I need to relieve this ache.
The clock reads three thirteen as Ren lets out a quiet snore.
I want him. God, how I want him, but I let him sleep. He didn’t get much last night. I’ll try again in the morning.
Famous last words.
Ren
I wake before my alarm and stare down at the woman in my arms. Like every morning, except yesterday, she’s curled into me, her head using my biceps as a pillow. One naked leg is entwined with mine and, fuck me, if I can’t smell her arousal.
I want her. Everything about me wants everything about her, especially my cock. It takes “rise and shine” to a whole new meaning. But this needs to be her call. Not because she’s scared or in danger. Not because she’s forced to or has no other option.
I’m no saint. I’m sure as fuck no prude. But I won’t take this decision from her.
Only once. It takes only once to betray that trust.
Only once to destroy what we’re building.
Only once to burn our relationship to the ground.
We’ll talk about it tonight. I’ll be lucky not to spend all day thinking about it while sporting a semi.
A light on my phone blinks.
Fuck my life.
Literally.
I could be fucking my wife. Instead, I’m getting railed by everything and everyone else.
I slide out of bed, taking a few moments to stare at her chocolate hair spread all over the pillows. Her slim shoulders rise and fall, and her creamy skin begs for my kiss or my marks.
I’ll lose my mind if I have to remember the face she makes when she comes, smell her in my nostrils, taste her on my tongue, and not be able to sink into the heaven her body offers.
Tonight.
“What did you find?” I sit across from Christian in his home office.
Two years of these meetings. Two years of his orders. Two years of his employ.
“Rosen was tied up with a gang—an MC—out of Pueblo.”
I school my features, giving away nothing.
