Page 116 of Broken Road

We were getting there.

Her hands went to the opening of my jeans, and she froze.

“What’s this?”

She trailed trembling fingers gently over my fresh ink.

“I told you I was going to tattoo your name over my heart.”

“It’s your ribs.”

“Still over my heart,” I admonished, raising my eyebrow at her. “I didn’t want it to get lost in my chest hair.”

She chuckled. “And this?”

She traced the Roman numerals on the inside of my bicep.

“My sons’ birthdates.”

She traced Jace’s. “Is this Jace?”

“Of course,” I snorted. At least this gave my poor dick a break.

“You got the year wrong.”

“What?” I barked in shock.

“The year. You got the year wrong.”

I looked at my bicep. “Are you fucking kidding me? I know I told them the right year. What did they put?”

She shook in my arms. Startled I turned to look at her face screwed up trying to hold in her laughter.

“Ruby!” I yelled, then laughed. “That was mean, Ruby-mine.”

She chortled away, grasping onto my arms in her mirth, wiggling with delight. I couldn’t help but laugh with her. Standing with her naked and laughing in my arms was not part of tonight’s plan but it far from sucked.

Holding her close, I dipped my head to look at her. “Do you like it?”

She wrinkled her nose. “They’re crusty.”

“Well, they’re not healed yet!” I said, exasperated.

She twinkled at me. Getting under my skin was all part of her game.

It was time to take over and bring my woman to her knees. My dick perked up at the thought. That thought helped me refocus.

“I like it,” she whispered, then stretched up to press a kiss to my lips. “I love it.” She licked my throat. “I love you.”

She ran her hands down my sides and traced the edge of my jeans

I allowed her to lower the zipper the rest of the way before capturing her wrists and pushing her gently backwards onto the bed.

She pushed herself further in, spread her legs, and opened her arms to me.

This was the stuff of my dreams. I took her in, all her womanly softness, pink, swollen, mouth parted, fingers beckoning, and crawled onto the bed beside her.

“Pants. Off.” She ordered and I moved up the bed, taking her hands with me, and trapping her wrists together above her head.

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