Page 69 of Won't Let Go
“Josh!” I pound his lower back.
“Shhh.”
“Put me down!”
“No. We’re almost there.” He rips open the back door of the clubhouse.
“Josh!”
“Fuck!” Sliding me down his front, Josh sets me onto my feet just inside the hallway. I stumble against the wall and take big gulps of air. Not giving me a chance to orient myself, my husband attacks. Shoving my shorts to the ground, he drops to his knees, throws my leg over his shoulder, and feasts like his life depends on it. I try to shove his head away, but his hold on my ass and his face in my pussy wilts my outrage and replaces it with need. Need for him. To come. To connect. Throwing caution to the wind, I shove my husband’s face against my center. When I hear the delicious rip of his zipper and his groans as he devours me, I know he’s right there with me, about to get off.
And I give in.
To lust.
To love.
To a new life.
For the first time in my life, I’m free.
The End
Or is it?
EPILOGUE
10 months later
WHITE BOY
With a beerin hand and Blimp by my side, manning the grill to feed our big family, I watch Hunter splash Tati in our pool. Big flashes them the stink-eye and wades with Leech to the opposite side to stop getting pelted with water. Boy, does this bring back memories of when Hunter was little and we used to swim together. Mom would sit on the edge of the deck just like she is now, with her legs in the water, sipping a margarita. Jade and I would take turns diving for rings with Hunter.
Now it’s Big and Leech in the pool, and she’s got a floating duck-shaped tube keeping her afloat, along with her dad, who slaps the water to make his daughter laugh.
Jez and Bulk, along with their kids, and Deke and his girls are set to show up anytime now.
We’re having a party off the compound, at our house, because we have a pool, and Big’s too much of a pain in the ass to put one in. Plus, none of us are keen on public family outings, given how exposed we’d be. This is the next best thing.
Jade, Bink, and Kit sit down beside my mom, each with a frozen marg in hand, and put their feet in the water. They’re all smiles and chatter. My old lady looks extra sexy in her black bikini that hugs all those luscious, tattooed curves. Her dark hair is tied up on top of her head, now that it’s grown out enough to do so again. Their laughter drifts through the music-filled air, making my heart soft and mushy. I love my life. I love my wife and my son. Even if his game is weak with Tati, he’ll learn in time.
Blimp claps the tongs in front of my face. “Stop staring at your woman.”
Grumbling under my breath, I adjust my cock, so nobody notices the wood I’m sporting and turn to my best friend. Arching a brow, I lift my bottle to my lips, tip my head back, and drain my beer. Blimp puts out his hand and takes my empty, knowing damn well what I’m gonna do. His annoying catcall confirms it when I lumber up the stairs to the deck and approach my old lady. Kneeling behind her, I reach around, steal her drink, and give it to my mom. “We have some business to attend to inside.”
The sisters all whistle their approval, and Jade turns ten shades of red, as I help her up and usher her indoors. As soon as the slider is closed, I round on my wife. I have her on the counter in seconds. Her bathing suit bottoms are down, and my cock is inside her in the next breath. It’s always like this with us and has been since she took my virginity.
It never takes long to make her come, crying out my name, and me following right behind her.
Catching her breath, Jade drops back on the counter and stretches out like a cute, satisfied cat. Her soft smile does crazy shit to my insides as I keep my erection nestled in her heat.
Those green orbs shift to me, and she laughs. “I can’t believe that just happened. What has gotten into you?” She swats at me.
“Into me? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re so fuckin’ sexy. Then you had to go and wear this bikini.” I pluck her top, right over her nipple, that’s saying hello.
“You picked it out.”
“I know. I have fantastic taste.” In a partner. In brothers. In this bikini that I found online and bought in her size. She refused to try it on. I had to hold her down and make it work. There was a lot of grumbling and wrestling. I may have gotten kneed in the balls. If it wasn’t for her accidental ball-crushing guilt, we never would have gotten it on. That’s the only time I’ve ever been grateful for nut pain.
