Page 80 of Reckless Hands

It’s a major act of kindness, and I will never forget how he caters to my wishes.

“My badass husband is sitting on the floor, holding romance books in his hands instead of a gun to make me happy?” I offer him a smile that’s quickly taking over my face.

He gives me an eye roll in return. “Would it be more macho if I went out on the street, shot someone, and came back with blood on my hands? A man’s gotta do what a man’s got to do.”

I shrug my shoulders. “I mean if that’s what floats your boat.” He reaches for me and pulls me down to him, my ass landing on his lap. He pushes my hair back behind my ear and kisses me tenderly on my neck. “Thank you,” I tell him, feeling myself melting into his hold.

“What for?”

“Everything.”

“It’s what a husband and wife do. We don’t keep secrets and we help each other when we need to.”

“No secrets,” I repeat, nodding my head.

“Do you have any secrets?” he asks, leaving another kiss on my jaw.

I turn on his lap and wrap my legs around him, and I feel him getting hard. “Secrets,” I whisper, more to myself.

“Yes, I hate liars. So don’t lie to me, Adora.” As he says it, he pulls my hips in closer, and I feel him between my legs. I only have on one of his shirts, nothing else, while he’s in a pair of boxers. My arms wrap around him, and my nails scrape down his back as I start to grind my hips down on him. I can feel myself getting wet and know full well his boxers aren’t going to be clean after this.

We haven’t had sex all week.

He’s touched me, yes, but nothing sexual. He’s let me be, only providing comfort when I need it.

But right now, I want him.

Secrets.

Sometimes a girl needs her secrets.

No one should know everything about someone else.

It’s not right.

Is it?

Then again, I’ve never seen a healthy relationship in my life.

Is what Joey and I have healthy? I would say probably not, but it’s not terrible either.

He cares for me, more than anyone. His small gestures, hell, even his large gestures—hello… bookcase—are proof positive.

But again, we all need secrets.

And not everything should be shared.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” I believe every word he’s saying like it’s the air he breathes. He eagerly reaches between us and pulls himself free, then inserts himself into me in one smooth motion, and we both share a groan of relief. “Your pussy was made for me.”

And I believe it was. No other has made me feel this way. Made me feel this good. It’s like my body was sculpted, especially for him.

Even if I wasn’t originally his type.

“The people I would kill to keep them from having the pleasure of watching you come. No one will ever see what’s mine.” He slaps my ass as my hips move up and down. “Will they, my darling little wife? You are all mine.”

I whimper, which only makes him slap me again, harder.

“Tell me, wife. Tell me how much you like it when my cock is in you, that your sweet pussy craves only what it can give.” He leans in and whispers, “That you only crave my cock. Tell me now.”

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